Moonlit night.
Broken temple, behind the deity statue.
Beside the fire.
The beautiful woman with bright and affectionate eyes, eyelids slightly drooping, bowed her head while her pretty face flushed.
Seeing that her lover finally looked at her, she did not gaze at Zhao Rong anymore.
She gently bit on a red ribbon with her pearly teeth, her lotus arms raising to tie up her three thousand strands of fine hair behind her coif.
Zhao Rong suddenly stood up.
Su Xiaoxiao trembled slightly but still did not look at him, though her pretty face grew even redder.
Like a drop of red ink on snow.
Zhao Rong walked over to her.
Her eyelashes quivered.
Zhao Rong suddenly reached out to tap the beauty's delicate nose and gently tugged the red ribbon between her lips, moving behind her to help tie her hair.
With her head bowed, Su Xiaoxiao's lips curved into a smile, and the corners of her eyes did the same.
Behind her.
