Why does it feel like an affair?
Zhao Rong slightly frowned, resisting the urge to look at her graceful figure, and covered his mouth, preparing to cough before speaking.
However, Lady Du Guxi suddenly said, "First, help me wipe my hair."
She flung the towel in her hand backward, a ribbon interwoven among it.
Zhao Rong subconsciously caught it and hesitated:
"This... isn't quite appropriate, is it?"
"???"
Lady Du Guxi's body shuddered violently and tumbled off the Beauty Couch.
The Beauty Couch had toppled over.
Zhao Rong stepped forward to help her up.
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PS: Brothers, happy Qixi, refresh in one hour...
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At this moment within the pavilion, apart from a small stone table placed in the center with snacks and fruit, there was also a purple sandalwood Beauty Couch, luxurious and antique. What attracted Zhao Rong's attention even more was the enchanting silhouette of a woman, reclined on the Beauty Couch.
