In the room, the spring breeze blew, and the window curtains danced.
The man pushed open the door and slowly walked to the bed with the red-robed woman in his arms. He carefully placed her body on the bed. His movements were extremely gentle and careful, as if he was holding a treasure.
The wind outside the window ruffled the woman's red dress. Her beauty was even more suffocating in the contrast of this red color.
"Di Cang, Xuanji."
Suddenly, the woman raised her hand and tightly grabbed the man's restless big hand. Her lips curved into a bright smile. This smile was more beautiful than the Rose and more brilliant than the sun.
"Actually, I'm also hiding something from you, Yingluo."
The man's hand stopped. Their clothes were already half-opened, forming a beautiful scene in the room.
"Hmm?" He raised his brows and his red lips touched her lips lightly. That fluttering silver hair brushed past Bai Yan's face, actually making her feel stunned for a moment.
