We've come at the wrong time, no, you've come at the right time.

Chapter 54 We've come at the wrong time, no, you've come at the right time.

the next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains.

Nangong Nayue woke up first.

She opened her eyes and glanced at Qingyue beside her.

Qingyue was still asleep, her red dress crumpled and wrapped around her body, her long hair spread out on the pillow, and her face looked exceptionally gentle in the morning light.

Gone was her usual charm and allure; she resembled a quiet, unassuming young girl.

Nangong Nayue did not wake her up.

She tiptoed out of bed, walked to the dressing table, sat down, and began to wash up.

With a splashing sound, she scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face. The cool water droplets slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her white dress, leaving a small water stain.

She dried her face with a towel and then began to comb her long hair.

The comb glides slowly through the hair, one stroke at a time, the movements elegant and composed.

After combing her hair, she stood up, walked to the clothes rack, took down the white dress, and put it on piece by piece.

First, there was a thin undergarment that clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves.

Then there was a string of watches, white, with faint silver patterns embroidered on the collar.

Finally, there's the outer skirt, moon-white in color, made of a material as light and thin as a cicada's wing, which shimmers with a soft glow in the morning light.

She fastened her belt, straightened her collar, adjusted her cuffs, and then walked to the full-length mirror, looking herself up and down.

The woman in the mirror had long, black hair and skin as white as snow, and a white dress that hugged her voluptuous and graceful body.

Her waist was slender, barely a handful; her chest was full, stretching the fabric into a beautiful curve; her hips were rounded, forming a perfect arc under the skirt.

Every curve is just right; adding even a fraction would make it too plump, subtracting even a fraction would make it too thin.

It's not the youthful, innocent beauty of a young woman, but the charm that mature women exude from within, sculpted by time.

Nangong Nayue looked at herself in the mirror and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

But the smile quickly vanished.

She remembered what she had to face today.

Lightly dancing.

Ye Feng.

And then there's that ridiculous thing about her being forced together by her best friend.

She sighed and turned to look at the bed.

Qingyue had woken up sometime earlier and was lying on her side in bed, propping her head up with one hand and looking at her with a smile.

The red dress hung wrinkled on her body, its neckline open, revealing a glimpse of her fair collarbone and rounded shoulders. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, disheveled yet alluring.

"What are you looking at?"

Nangong Nayue felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

"It's up to you."

Qingyue's voice carried a hint of languor and a touch of mischief.

"Na Yue, you are so beautiful."

"Shut up."

Nangong Nayue glared at her, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Qingyue smiled, sat up from the bed, and stretched.

"Alright, alright, I'm up."

She got out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and began to wash up.

She was much faster than Na Yue; she washed her face and combed her hair in no time.

Then she walked to the clothes rack, took down the red dress, and put it on piece by piece.

First came a red undergarment, then a red inner garment, and finally a red outer skirt.

The red fabric clung to her body, perfectly outlining her alluring figure.

After getting dressed, she walked to the dressing mirror and stood side by side with Nayue.

One white and one red.

One is cold, the other is hot.

One is as serene and aloof as the moon, the other as alluring and fiery as fire.

Qingyue looked at the two people in the mirror and a smile appeared on her lips.

"That month, you said when we stood together, didn't we look like two flowers?"

"It doesn't look like it."

Nangong Nayue remained expressionless.

"Like what?"

"A normal person, and a madman."

Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Her laughter was crisp and charming, echoing throughout the room.

After laughing enough, she reached out and put her arm around Na Yue's shoulder, resting her chin on Na Yue's shoulder.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go check on Qingwu and Ye Feng. They must be up by now."

Nangong Nayue felt a little uncomfortable being held by her, but she didn't push her away.

"Let's go."

She said softly.

On the way, Qingyue walked ahead, her red dress fluttering gently in the morning breeze, like a flowing flame.

"That month."

She talked as she walked.

"Um."

"When you see Ye Feng later, watch your words, or you'll scare him away."

Nangong Nayue walked behind, looking at Qingyue's back with a complicated expression on her face.

"I know."

She nodded.

"He's an Ancient Sacred Body, a future Great Perfection Sacred Body. If you scare him away, I'll never forgive you."

I said I understood.

"You say you understand, but I know your temper all too well. You come in with a long face, like someone owes you money."

Nangong Nayue's lips twitched.

"I don't."

"You have."

Qingyue stopped, turned around, and looked at the moon.

"That month, trust me this once. That kid Ye Feng is really good."

Nangong Nayue stared at her for a long while.

Then, she sighed.

I believe you.

Qingyue smiled, a very happy smile.

She turned around and continued walking forward.

The two walked through the white jade path, past the laurel grove, and across the square, arriving at Qingwu's courtyard.

The courtyard gate was ajar.

Qingyue turned and glanced at Nayue, who nodded.

Qingyue took a deep breath and pushed open the courtyard gate.

Then the two of them froze at the same time.

In the courtyard, under the laurel tree.

Yi Qingwu braced herself against the tree trunk with both hands, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her face was flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid.

Ye Feng was behind her.

Ye Feng was dressed in white, his long hair tied back, and a roguish smile on his lips.

His hands were around Qingwu's waist, and he was pressed against her back, a posture so intimate it made her blush.

When Qingyue and Nangong Nayue suddenly entered, Yi Qingwu and Ye Feng were also stunned.

Yi Qingwu's face flushed bright red instantly, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and from her ears all the way to her neck. She looked like a startled rabbit, frozen in place, unable to move.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Feng's smile froze on his face, his hands still wrapped around Qingwu's waist, forgetting to pull them back.

Qingyue's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and her expression changed from surprise to embarrassment, and then from embarrassment to a kind of ambiguous feeling that was hard to describe.

Nangong Nayue's face was ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were fixed on the two people.

The four of them stared at each other, and the whole courtyard became very quiet.

"Cough cough cough, it seems we've come at the wrong time."

Seeing the awkward situation, Qingyue couldn't help but speak up to ease the tension. Although she said "It's not the right time," the smile on her face betrayed her. Her charming eyes curved into crescents, her lips were upturned, and her red dress swayed gently in the morning breeze. Her whole being exuded an air of "I'm watching a good show."

The smile made Yi Qingwu's already flushed face turn even redder, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Ye Feng remained completely calm upon seeing this. He smiled and slowly withdrew his hands from Yi Qingwu's slender waist, his tone as natural as if he were remarking on the pleasant weather.

"No, you've come at just the right time. We just woke up and have been waiting for Senior Qingyue."

He spoke with such self-righteousness, as if the intimate moment between the two of them had never happened.

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