As the intensity of their passionate encounter waned and the residual glow began to lose its spark, Xu Hu Zhe and Xu Zeng found themselves sprawled out on the floor of the stable. Their bodies heaving with exertion against the wooden walls.
Sweat glistened on their skin, reflecting the soft light filtering through the small cracks in the wooden planks.
Even the horses in the background were as still as the dead, only their breathing could be heard in the enclosed space.
While Xu Zeng appeared composed with only his breathing was unsteady, Xu Hu Zhe's chest rose and fell erratically, his mind clouded with confusion and a need to jolt into action.
With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself up from the floor, his movements sluggish and weighed down by the weight of his emotions.
