The moon, which was still shining brightly in the night sky until not too long ago, was now hidden behind the clouds that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The wind was still blowing strongly and the weather outside turned slightly cold as deeper hours of the night arrived.
Yet, the atmosphere inside Xiang Ling's private bedchamber was completely opposite from the outside. It was filled with warmth, passion, and the smell of sex as the two of them finished the third round for the night and finally settled down into the soft sheets as exhaustion took over them.
Silence filled the room for the next couple of minutes and the only sounds that could be heard were that of their breathing and the wind blowing outside. Only a single lantern was still glowing and it filled the room with a dim brightness.
