Xu Qi 'an pushed open the door of the bedroom. The air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. The room was dark, and no candles were lit.
With the help of the faint light from the outer room, he walked to the table and turned on the lamp.
Then, he lit up the two rows of candles by the bed one by one. Clusters of bright flames burned. The heart of the flame was quiet, and the tip of the flame danced, dispelling the darkness in the room.
It was only then that he had the time to observe Luo Yuheng. On the soft brocade couch, she was lying on her side in a Daoist robe, and under the clothes, she had the moving curves of a mature woman.
Xu Qi 'an's eyes moved from bottom to top. First, a pair of white jade feet emerged from the dress. The feet were beautiful and round, and the toes were delicate and exquisite, like the world's top Jade.
One could not help but want to play with it in their hands.
