When she thought about that blood-red dot, Feng Tianlan was confused in her heart. She shut her eyes to stop herself from thinking anymore. She told herself that she would maintain a greater distance between them next time and would not just let him do whatever he wanted. She really couldn't take it!
She could hear his steady breathing next to her ear and smell the wine he'd drunk mixed with his usual minty smell. She was perplexed and couldn't sleep, so she just stared at the curtains and thought about all the different techniques she'd read about in her previous life in the hopes of calming herself down.
In the yellow candlelight, the curtains embroidered with green bamboo motifs blew gently in the wind. Feng Tianlan was on the bed, curled up in Si Mobai's embrace like a little cat, and he held her like he was holding a great treasure.
It wasn't awkward or romantic, but very natural, as if they had slept this way a long time ago.
