the clock on the wall turned in the night.
There were shopping bags from the supermarket on the crystal table not far from the sofa.
the things inside were scattered messily.
He got closer.
on the floor next to the sofa, a box covered with a plastic film had been opened. four or five small square things were scattered on the ground, one of which had been torn open.
The night was quiet.
it was so quiet that one could only hear the heavy and disorderly breathing of the two people, the woman's light moans, and the suppressed sound of collision under the cashmere blanket.
The mist and the fusion could no longer be negative.
She was drenched in sweat.
Sang Xia's body was wet as she laid on his chest. Her fair and slender arms stretched out from the cashmere blanket and wrapped around his neck. Her black hair was wet and stuck to his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed with hot and wet tears. Her lips were bright red as she panted lightly.
