Under the expanse of the autumn rain, a lone eagle soared across the sky, its screech piercing through the dome of the heavens.
The wind and rain still slipped through the cracks in the chamber, bringing with it a hint of chilliness that brushed past Tianyan's light pink, luxurious palace attire, and him, whom she straddled below.
The quiet chamber was left with only the sound of rain hitting the window drapes, the tinkling crisp sound mingling with the moist fragrance of sandalwood that permeated every corner.
Xu Yuan's hands were placed on her waist, his fingertips lightly feeling the warmth and smoothness of the maiden's delicate skin through her clothing.
And this time,
Tianyan did not struggle like a startled cat, memories flooded her mind, her exquisite face flushed with an alluring rosiness.
The atmosphere was just right.
Watching her gradually moved expression,
