The bedroom was dark, the lights off.
But tonight, the moon happened to be full and enormous.
Moonlight filtered through the window, shining onto the bed.
Jiang Xu clearly saw An Nuonuo lying there, covered by a light air-conditioning blanket.
Her curvaceous figure brought about a strong visual impact.
Jiang Xu slowed his steps.
Walking over, slow and deliberate, as if on a sacred pilgrimage.
Arriving at the side of the bed.
An Nuonuo had been so tense she had already closed her eyes.
A barely contained breath.
Jiang Xu gently peeled back the blanket that covered her.
Under the moonlight, her skin was breathtaking.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly from nervousness.
From her face, down to her earlobes, arms, they were all flushed.
Her lips were enticingly rosy.
Jiang Xu too, involuntarily held his breath.
The An Nuonuo before him seemed like an exquisite masterpiece.
Fearing that even the slightest movement would destroy the beauty in front of him.
