Cen Bianxiu was taken aback by the affection bestowed upon him.
He looked at the girl before him and couldn’t help but chuckle, "The rumours do not lie; you are as beautiful as a celestial fairy!"
The girl giggled at his words, "I’m not a lady of the house, but merely a maid."
"Ah..." Cen Bianxiu was astonished.
If a maid was already such a beauty, then the ladies of the house must be even more-
Before he could finish his thought, he heard the young maid leading him chuckling, "Miss Lanxin."
Cen Bianxiu looked up to see a woman in a purple dress slowly descending the steps. Her dress gently brushed the wooden staircase and she was as radiant as a burst of purple light, exuding an exceptional aura and a vibrant smile.
Cen Bianxiu felt like his soul was being sucked out!
He gripped the handrail of the staircase, almost falling to his knees!
"Ungrateful!" Miss Lanxin sneered as she descended the stairs.
Her cold laughter conveyed an endless charm, seductive but not vulgar, captivating one’s heart.
The young maid: "Young Master, please!"
The young maid took Cen Bianxiu to the upper room, "Miss Qianxue, your guest has arrived."
"Please come in."
A divine-like voice emerged from within, exuding an indescribable purity and ethereality. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Simply by hearing her voice, Cen Bianxiu already felt soft all over.
He didn’t know how he walked into the room. By the time he regained his senses, the door had already closed.
It was the woman he had seen the day before. She held the token he had lost and now regained, and was slowly lifting the veil from her face.
At just one glance, Cen Bianxiu lost his breath.
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