Bai Beibei was released an hour later. In the darkness of Gong Yi's room, she clutched the silken quilt draped over her like a lifeline and tried rolling onto her side. It took her a while but, eventually, she succeeded.
Gong Yi rolled onto his side, turning on a dim lamp sitting on his bedside table. After which, he wound his strong arms around Bai Beibei's waist and nuzzled the crook of her pink neck - the scorching heat of his body melding into her own.
His soul trembled in ecstasy.
Even now, there seemed to be a hazy cloud of pink mist suffusing the air. Gong Yi reached out with his large hand and parted the tangled strands of hair covering Bai Beibei's face. A glimmering sheen of perspiration coated her milky-smooth skin, and a bashful smile adorned her delicate features. Her puckered lips were swollen, taking on the shade of ripe cherries.
