A gentle breeze was blowing, illuminating the moonlit hills.
No sooner had Huang Fuling returned to the courtyard than Yuan Heng was already there waiting, his face still aglow with enthusiasm.
But soon, he noticed Huang Fuling's distraught expression.
Her disheveled hair, her reddened eyes, her bare ankles, and the scars on her lips.
All these details confirmed to him what had just occurred.
Boom!
A bolt from the blue, thunderclaps shook the sky.
Yuan Heng's body trembled uncontrollably, his mind a blank, as if he had already guessed the truth.
It was some time before he asked, trembling,
"Fuling... Fuling, what happened to you?"
"It's done!"
"I did it willingly!"
"It was pleasurable."
Huang Fuling, expressionless, gave an affirmative answer to the other party, and then, without sparing another glance,
she walked straight to her own room.
