Ling Rong, carrying a mind full of thoughts, only dared to use her fingertips to undress him, worried that a careless move would make her fingers touch his body.
But her cautious demeanor, fearing even the slightest contact, looked like disgust to Yun Shangshu.
It seemed as if she didn't want to serve him at all, as if she felt repelled just by touching him...
His phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of displeasure.
When did he, Yun Shangshu, fall to the level of being abhorred by his own woman?
"You don't want to serve me?"
Yun Shangshu cast her a sidelong glance and asked coldly.
Ling Rong paused, looking him in the eyes and shook her head vigorously.
There's no way she wouldn't want to.
Back at the Prince Manor, although she didn't strive for it, she hoped to serve him every day.
Seeing she didn't seem to be lying, Yun Shangshu's mood improved a bit, and he then lifted his slender leg, stepping into the bath barrel.
