'It's the Duke from the carriage!'
Yu Zhizhi tensed instinctively. She tried to shrink back, only to find her hands and feet bound, making it difficult to move.
She felt the mattress beside her dip.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, a small silver teapot in his hand.
"Thirsty?" he asked in a low voice.
"Mhm..."
Yu Zhizhi was extremely thirsty. She had walked for a long time without drinking any water. After sleeping so deeply, her lips were dry, and her throat felt like it was on fire.
The young woman was curled up on the white bed. Her fluffy formal dress was spread out in a mess, making her snow-white skin look even more delicate. Her eyes were covered with a white silk ribbon, allowing her to see only a blurry figure.
The Duke took a sip of tea.
The small teapot in his hand was exquisite. It had a silvery sheen, and a small, thin black snake was carved into it, winding its way to the spout, looking incredibly lifelike.
The man's voice was languid. "Open your mouth."
