He found the small courtyard with purple bamboo and autumn oak. He didn't need to ask to know who lived there.
Zhu Minglang pushed the door open and entered. Fallen leaves were scattered over the cobblestone path in the courtyard. In the courtyard, there stood a simple pavilion, spacious and bright, with ample light suitable for reading and practicing painting alone.
As expected, there stood a woman with an aura of tranquility, her beauty otherworldly. Her elegant figure and simple attire of silken robes needed no gold or jade ornaments to enhance her breathtaking beauty.
Most importantly, she was barefoot.
Her feet, as delicate and pristine as white porcelain, exuded an enticing purity. Though seemingly inviolable, they stirred various wicked thoughts from deep within!
"Why are you avoiding me?" Zhu Minglang stepped forward and earnestly questioned.
