Zhou Luchen, what a bad egg_1

The servant, recognizing Wenxin, bowed to take the birdcage and left them alone.

For years, the Wei Family's young Miss had been the only woman allowed into the Zhou Family's back courtyard.

Zhou Luchen wiped his fingers with a handkerchief as he stepped over the threshold of the courtyard door.

Wenxin lifted her eyelids, gazing at that hand.

His knuckles were robust and well-defined.

Having used the official seal, the pads of his fingers bore a faint spot of red ink, making them all the more desirable.

She watched him walk over the elaborately paved marble and ceramic tiles.

Occasionally, she would indulge in the perverse thought of abandoning her cold haughtiness, wishing to be gentle and coquettish like Shen Jing, to be obedient and sincerely apologize to him. Zhou Luchen would surely forgive her past transgressions and dote on her completely, reminiscent of their opulent, hedonistic past.