Feng Yun relaxed.
The mood was desolate, and the night dreary.
What was needed was a bout of passion, to alleviate the restlessness of summer.
She simply let herself drift, unalarmed by the dream of desire...
With such thoughts, she naturally forsook subtlety.
Whose panting it was that first disturbed the silence of the room, she didn't know.
Lingering poison that lay dormant within, revived in instinct and indulgence, soon igniting like wildfire.
Long suppressed, the man's breathing became so rapid it trembled; Feng Yun heard the muffled groans from his throat, was greatly aroused, and like a serpent, wound herself around him through the thin fabric, shameless, craving only pleasure, intent on having her way with him...
Her passionate response was like a basin of oil thrown into fire, reducing the man's tender cherishing to ashes.
Blazing furiously.
Those eyes in the dark of night were deep as a beast's; he pinned her lower back, refusing retreat as he leaned down...
