On the mountain behind the Iron Sword Sect lay a lake. Lanxiang Pavilion sat in its center, consisting of two gazebos and a three-story wooden building. Orchids were planted all around, both inside and out.
Pei Shaoqing's bedroom was on the third floor. Pushing open the window, he was greeted by a panoramic view of the lake. From his high perch, he could also see many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect decorating the Sect grounds for the wedding, which was to be held the day after tomorrow.
He pulled his gaze back and turned around to see Zhao Zilan testing the temperature of the water in the bath. As she bent over, her purple skirt pulled tight, her buttocks stretching the fabric into a taut, rounded curve.
You could tell how perky it was just by looking.
"Lan'Er," Pei Shaoqing called out.
Zhao Zilan turned around, confused. "Young Master?"
"Come and enjoy the view with me." Pei Shaoqing smiled faintly, beckoning to her with a gentle tone.
