Jaylene didn't know how it was possible to roll in the sheets in this little wooden cabin, let alone on this shabby wooden bucket. But—
Joseph Thompson, however, had shown her every step of the process, right in such a place and under such circumstances...
And she, with nowhere to retreat, leaned on the wooden bucket, her body as white as jade, blooming under him like Telosma cordata once again...
(Well, the empire calls for harmony, so let's not elaborate. I believe that harmony will make our lives better, and I hope we all have a happy tomorrow!)
...
Whoever said that there's a rainbow after the rain!
When they finished, the rain outside the window had gradually stopped, but Jaylene had no strength left to move.
Finally, Joseph Thompson embraced her, and the two of them overturned the stool, leaning against the wooden bucket like this to take a nap.
