The afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues as Wang Li emerged from Qingwu's room, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
The past few hours had been a whirlwind of passion and forbidden desire, a dance that left both him and Qingwu breathless and exhilarated. They had explored new depths of each other's bodies, their inhibitions melting away with each stolen kiss and heated touch.
Later that evening, as the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, the three found themselves gathered around the dining table. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension, yet there was an undercurrent of a strange normalcy. A feast fit for royalty awaited them, a testament to the Xia Family's wealth and power.
Roasted Snow Lion, its succulent meat infused with a subtle sweetness from rare honey flowers, graced the center of the table.
