“???”
There were a thousand question marks in Zu An’s mind. Isn’t this just a blanket you slept in before? Do you have to be that embarrassed? Or was that scent another smell?

  Yu Yanluo had already changed into a nightgown. The silk material was close-fitting, hazily outlining her mature and wonderful figure. But the more it appeared so ambiguous, the more enticing it was. That was especially true for her waist and bottom, which formed simply outrageous arcs. She was the definition ..