The afternoon sunlight was at its peak, streaming through the window screens and falling onto the soft brocade quilt, casting slender, delicate shadows of a supple form.
Her silky hair cascaded over the pillow like a waterfall, and on her exquisite skin were the deep, intense marks produced by passion.
Shen Weilan stretched languidly and threw off the quilt, revealing even more marks.
Especially below her chest, her fair, flat stomach was covered with mottled markings, shockingly conspicuous.
Lu Hechen saw this scene the moment he walked in.
His gaze tightened, annoyed at himself for giving in despite his restraint, leaving such heavy marks on her skin.
When Shen Weilan saw him, she froze for a moment, felt embarrassed and hurriedly covered herself, saying, "Why didn't you knock before coming in?"
