The mating calls of the crickets had finally died out as morning had broken. Faint rays of light filtered through the window screen, and a hazy shade of an early day's mist was cloaking the nude figures of the couple resting on the bed.
An amorous atmosphere prevailed in the small enclosure of Li Meirong's unkempt residence.
As the wife of the Sovereign Lord slumbered in her husband's possessive embrace, her jade-like skin appeared obviously flushed, even several hours after she had fainted.
The bruise-like marks on her skin remained an absolute affirmation to yesterday's strenuous activities.
A salty sweat dripped from her partly covered breasts, which rose and fell rhythmically. She looked peaceful in her sleep, pursing her rosy lips ever so slightly. Her hair, slightly damp, messily clung to her face like a dark shawl.
