One spring night, amidst the beautiful and auspicious scenery, eventually the rain ceased and clouds scattered.
The next day, at noon, inside the bedroom.
Xu Yang, who had not slept the entire night, was lying on his side on the couch, with one arm embracing the still-sleeping beauty, gently combing her disheveled hair.
As if sensing his gaze, the eyelids of the girl, who was newly married, fluttered; she slowly roused and turned toward him. Seeing him so close and herself so indecent, images poured into her mind, replaying the indulgence and absurdity of the previous night.
In an instant, she blushed a deep red, an unbeatable splendor.
But despite her bashfulness, she still propped up her weak body, ready to take up the responsibilities of a wife, "My lord, let me help you dress."
"No need."
Xu Yang shook his head and sat up, then with a sweep of his arm, he embraced her once more.
"My—my lord!"
