The misty water created an ethereal paradise, and the man's handsome face was just inches away.
He was of unparalleled beauty, like a spring moon and gentle breeze, a beauty in the bath. Like an exiled immortal from the clouds, an enchanting demon from the abyss, or a captivating rogue of the mortal realm.
For a moment, Yun Ran was dazed, staring at him, forgetting to react.
"You little palace maid, weren't you supposed to help me up? How come you fell in instead?"
It wasn't until the man's deep, magnetic voice reached her ears that Yun Ran snapped out of her trance.
She was shocked to realize she was sitting on Nangong Mo's lap!
Their clothes were drenched, and being so close, she could clearly feel the scorching heat from his body.
Yun Ran's face flushed, as if she had been caught doing something bad, and she quickly got up, intending to flee.
