The nightgown was a camisole style, with two thin straps hanging over her rounded shoulders, revealing a large expanse of porcelain-smooth back and an elegant neck line.
The fabric of the nightgown clung smoothly to her body, outlining the startling curves from her neck to her waist, and then to her hips and legs.
Her long golden hair was not yet completely dry, draped over her back somewhat moistly, with a few playful strands of hair sticking to her fair skin.
One of her arms was raised, seemingly about to pick up an item on the dressing table, her movement frozen in this instant.
Her still profile was breathtakingly beautiful under the light; her long eyelashes were lowered, her nose was straight, and her slightly pursed pale lips all exuded holiness and nobility.
Yet, the style of that nightgown and her current frozen posture revealed a defenseless, ultimate temptation.
On the other side of the room, by Hu Liena’s bed near the window.
Hu Liena was leaning halfway against the headboard, wearing a set of pale pink silk pajamas, the top being a slightly lazy-style loose design.
But the soft fabric still couldn’t hide the graceful undulations beneath; the collar was slightly open, revealing a section of exquisite collarbone and a glimpse of snow-white skin.
In her hand, she still held that volume of Spirit Ability Manual, but her gaze didn’t seem to fall on the scroll; instead, it was directed toward Qian Renxue with a hint of lingering annoyance.
Her cheeks seemed to still have some lingering flush from bathing, as delicate as a dripping flower.
Her slightly pouting lips looked exceptionally inviting, and those naturally charming eyes, even while containing slight anger, were still soul-snatching.
One of the two women was cool and holy like a snow lotus under the moon, while the other was charming and vivid like a rose with dew.
Being in the same room, wearing sleeping clothes and being completely defenseless, they formed a beautiful picture enough to make any normal man’s blood boil.
Su Xu’s gaze first locked firmly onto Qian Renxue, who was closer.
Lightening his steps as if treading on clouds, he walked step by step toward that moon-white figure.
It wasn’t the kind of fragrance Bibi Dong had, which mixed majesty and coldness, nor was it the warm, sweet floral and fruity honey scent of Hu Liena.
It was a purer, crisper, elegant fragrance that seemed to combine sunlight, first snow, morning dew, and a sacred Aura, refreshing the heart.
One couldn’t help but be intoxicated by it, yet it also seemed to carry an invisible sense of distance, further provoking a dark desire to get closer, to taint it, and to pull her down from the altar.
Su Xu stopped a few feet behind Qian Renxue, took a deep breath, and inhaled that intoxicating fragrance into his lungs, the burning light in his eyes almost turning substantial.
Then, he approached gently from behind her, his arms circling her slender yet supple waist, drawing her into his embrace in a posture nearly like a hug.
He lowered his head, burying his face in her long, waterfall-like hair that was not yet completely dry and shone with a pale golden luster, and took a deep breath.
A fragrance completely different from Bibi Dong’s instantly filled his senses.
It was incredibly charming, making one unable to resist wanting to indulge in it and explore more.