The manor shrouded in darkness is like a luminous pearl isolated from the world, emitting a charming and mysterious light.
The main building of the manor, bathed in the interplay of moonlight and lantern light, exudes grandeur and solemnity. Warm yellow light streams through tall windows, illuminating the exquisite exterior walls. The reliefs and patterns on the walls seem to come alive under the play of light and shadow.
In the garden, ground lights lining the path resembled stars, casting a soft glow that illuminated the path ahead. Nightlights nestled in the grass resembled hidden spirits, illuminating the surrounding flowers and plants with a dreamlike quality. Flowers, slightly closed in the night, remained vibrant, their beauty undimmed. Glistening dewdrops clung to their petals, reflecting a myriad of colors in the light, like sparkling gems.
Under the decoration of lights, the fountain changes into colorful colors, and the statue in the center is surrounded by water curtains, which seems real and illusory, as if it will dance at any time.
The distant woods swayed gently in the breeze, the leaves rustling like a gentle nocturne. In the clearing between the trees, moonlight poured down unreservedly, forming patches of silver light, adding a sense of ethereality and tranquility to the night view of the manor.
At this moment in the manor, Qingyao and Xuanyi were standing in the garden kissing each other, weaving a beautiful picture that made people intoxicated and reluctant to leave.
At this moment, on the third floor of the manor, in a lighted room, Lan Yuan gently parted the curtains, his gaze fixed on the two figures kissing passionately in the garden. A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered softly, "Qingyao?"
The light in the room softly shone on his profile, reflecting his deep and complex expression. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes. He was curious about Qingyao. He was surprised after knowing that she had four men, and he was curious after taking down Xuanyi, the rebellious child. He didn't know that when a man becomes curious about a woman, he will gradually become interested in her.
Lan Yuan stood quietly in front of the window, gazing at the couple immersed in sweetness for a long time. The moonlight was like water, shining on him through the window, but it could not dispel the curiosity in his heart.
His fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the curtains, as if to calm the waves in his heart. "How did you do it?" He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that it was almost blown away by the night breeze.
After an unknown amount of time, Lan Yuan slowly lowered the curtains and sat on the chair, unable to read any information.
At night, after Qingyao and Qiyue returned to the manor, Qiyue went back to his room, while Qingyao went to the guest room. It was the first time for the two of them to spend the night at home, so they were a little embarrassed to live together.
After washing up, Qingyao put on the nightgown her housekeeper had given her, a meaningful smile on her lips. She then sat down in front of the dressing table, carefully wiping her wet hair. After wiping her hair clean, Qingyao got into bed, took out her phone, and replied to the messages from Jun Moyan and the others.
It was not until late at night that Qingyao heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps on the third floor, followed by the sound of a door closing. Qingyao knew that Lan Yuan had returned to his room.
Thinking of this, Qingyao's lips curled up into a meaningful smile. Then she put down her phone, put on her slippers, and stepped on the white Persian carpet without making any sound.
Qingyao opened the door of the room and walked to the third floor. The entire third floor was where Lan Yuan lived. Normally, servants were not allowed to go up there except for cleaning, including Xuan Yi. So at this moment, there was no one walking outside on the third floor, which gave Qingyao an opportunity.
Qingyao walked to Lan Yuan's room accurately, turned the doorknob, and found it was not locked. Qingyao gently pushed the door open, walked in gently, and then sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of water coming from the shower room. In the bathroom, the mist of water vapor slowly rose, swirling like a veil. Lan Yuan stood under the shower head, his posture tall and straight, and his height of 191 cm made him look even more outstanding in this space.
His inky black hair was soaked in water, sticking to his broad back in strands. The muscle lines on his back were as smooth and powerful as a cheetah's, rising and falling with his slight movements, as if silently telling of his masculine charm.
The hot water flowed down his perfect inverted triangle figure, sliding over his broad shoulders and flowing across his tight chest. His abdominal muscles were like carefully carved blocks of jade, each piece full of strength and toughness. Water droplets gathered in between and slowly slid down along the mermaid line, disappearing into the private area half-covered by the bath towel.
He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes tightly. Tiny water droplets hung on his long and thick eyelashes. The water droplets slid down his cheeks, passed over his tall and strong nose bridge, and then passed over his thin and sexy lips. The water droplets on his chin were like pearls with broken strings, dripping onto the ground one by one.
The muscles on his arms bulged as he raised his hands to gently rub his hair, the lines of his arms were strong and powerful. The low-key luxury watch on his wrist was faintly visible in the water vapor, the strap was slightly moist, but the dial still exuded a cold and hard luster, as if he was a god from ancient Greek mythology, taking a break in the water vapor of the mortal world, but inadvertently revealing his touching and exquisite temperament.
Lan Yuan sauntered out of the bathroom with a lazy gait, his lower body wrapped in only a bath towel. Glistening water droplets clung to his tanned skin, a few trickling down his muscular chest, past his defined abdominal muscles, and into the edge of the towel. His broad shoulders and muscular arms exuded immense strength. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, a few wet strands draped across his forehead, adding a touch of casualness and uninhibitedness.
Just as he was about to walk towards the wardrobe, his eyes suddenly froze. He saw Qingyao sitting quietly on his bed. His eyes widened instantly, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed across his eyes. The original comfort in his deep eyes was broken. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
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