Wei Anning stood spellbound before the illustration, for the child in the man's arms held something resembling a mask. Was Leng Youchen trying to tell her something with this drawing?
She stared at the mask, lost in thought.
Leng Youchen's shirt had been taken by Wei Anning, leaving him in just a pair of trousers, his lean and muscular upper body exposed, alluring and sensuous. However, under the light, the ambiguous scratch marks on his back were particularly striking.
Upon entering the dressing room, he saw Wei Anning standing in a daze in front of the last cabinet. He wheeled over and, upon seeing the illustration above the cabinet, felt his heart leap into his throat, "Madam?"
Startled by his voice, Wei Anning turned around and her face flushed upon seeing Leng Youchen bare-chested.
