For a brief moment it was like a journey of soul to soul, Bai Yun felt the freshness and beauty of drifting from outside the villa into the inside. Bai Yun held his breath and felt the moment. Richard was so close to him that Bai Yun could hear his heartbeat through his clothes, and the warmth of his breath on his face made the temperature of his face rise.
Against the Provencal night, his eyes pouted at hers. Passion was the smell of his smile. Bai Yun felt every inch of her skin smiling and the blood in her body seemed to be rushing with joy. In the villa, the dim light seemed to form a warmth of affection that filled the space between her and him, illuminating each other's eyes, which glowed as they looked and stared at each other.
The night outside was beautiful, and the fragrance of lavender drifted in from the garden through the white screened windows, lingering on the noses of both Bai Yun and Richard. The candlelight in the room was romantic and warm, and outside the window the night was melting.
Richard laid her down on the bed and thoughtfully scattered beautiful flower petals in the bath and filled it with water. Soothing music was played, then he picked her up and put her in the bath, whispering with her in the water. They caressed and played with each other, they searched and found each other, felt every inch of each other's skin, his eyes looked into the depths of her eyes and stayed there. Something was quietly burning.
On the spur of the moment, Richard's lips pressed against Bai Yun's. It was as if Bai Yun heard the music of love flowing through her body cells, she could hear her heart beating and her uncontrollable moans. He kissed her in the quiet, beautiful notes, in the soft night air. His lips were soft and intimate, warm and strong, they sought each other out, they longed for each other, they felt each other's breath. His eyes, as soft as the night outside the window ...
The night spreads out her splendour, rolls up the whole city's charm, and stretches out her charming waist. He held her tightly in his arms, wanting to bring her infinitely closer to him, to rub her into the marrow of his bones. They could not resist the passion and desire of each other's bodies. There was no more restraint, no more need for restraint.
At the end of a dark night of dim, romantic lights. They were two entwined snakes. They were silent, their eyes roaming over every inch of each other's bodies, silent and passionate in their desire for each other, their bodies and souls climbing in one impact and collision after another. His fingers stroked gently. Like playing on a piano, the white clouds seemed to hear the melody of Puccini's Madama Butterfly, euphonious and enchanting, endless thoughts flying up into the night sky with understated splendour, where the stars were in dialogue, flashing with the vitality and colour of their lives.
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