On the spacious bed of roses, draped with deep coffee-colored sheets and covered with a silky smooth quilt reminiscent of milk chocolate, the overall tone exuded a rich romantic ambiance.
At this moment, the two women were dressed in disheveled nightgowns, one white and the other light blue, both tousled from their pre-sleep antics and barely clinging to their bodies.
From where Yang Chen stood, the alluring sight of the two women's white thighs and the hint of a different color between them was unmistakable.
What's more, Rose's head was nestled against Mo Qianni's chest, while Mo Qianni pursed her lips slightly, planting kisses on Rose's hair.
Entwined in each other's embrace, they appeared far less seductive than usual, instead exuding a charming and humorous aura.
Although Yang Chen's steps were light, he didn't deliberately conceal them. Thus, Rose, who was still in bed, heard the sound and woke up groggily.
