The first time Ge Shuheng saw Lin Dao, what he saw was not his face, but his long black hair beyond the blood-red brocade quilt. At that time, Lindao was wrapped in a red brocade quilt, carried by several male slaves in red clothes, and hurriedly sent to the North Pavilion. Ge Shuheng was sitting in the pavilion, finishing business, drinking tea and chatting with Ayisha. He raised his eyes just at that time, and looked out from the curl of tea smoke, and saw a handful of long, jet-black hair hanging down from the blood-red brocade quilt. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com