After bathing, Pei Wanyu with her voluptuous and enchanting figure wrapped in a deep purple silk gown, slowly walked into the bedroom.
The silk gown clung to her body, beneath which her long legs, as pure as snow, elegantly crossed, her bare feet painted with red rouge, gracefully swayed to the side of the soft couch.
With a slight twist of her body, she sat down, and the deep purple silk gown with its glossy sheen instantly outlined her breathtaking, vase-like curves.
Her alluring posture inevitably caught the attention of Lu Jin'an, who was sitting at the table, engrossed in writing.
Pei Wanyu, as if oblivious, continued to dry her damp long hair, her fair arms moving as she dried her hair, causing the collar of her robe to flutter gently.
'Cultivation is indeed wonderful.'
The thought crossed Lu Jin'an's mind, considering how his Master, with such a figure, could effortlessly maintain her alluring posture... it was remarkable.
