The chamber was simple, but the bed was adorned with splendid silk bedding, immensely comfortable. Above it hung a pink gauze canopy, adding a touch of romance.
"A Daoist nun setting up such a cozy bed in her cultivation chamber!"
Wang Daniu smiled, as if he had guessed some indescribable matters, then turned his gaze to Jing Yin in his arms.
Jing Yin lay on her side, her cheeks against the pillow, her face a clear beauty. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes very captivating. At nineteen, without the need for makeup, she was as pure as a jade sculpture.
Wang Daniu placed her on the large bed covered with silk, peeled off her clothes, and with a flick of his wrist, the red Mediterranean canopy fell, hiding the spring scenery within, vaguely visible...
Four hours had passed.
The nuns outside the chamber had grown impatient, their eager eyes straining for a glimpse.
