Can you have a little shame?
In the room, the lighting was dim.
Mu Liang's kisses engulfed her like a tide, and Qiao Xia, in her dazed state, struggled briefly, resisted, conceded, and eventually gave in—any further denial would have seemed too affected.
Mu Liang's heavy breathing was at her neck, scorching hot as if it could ignite her.
On her pale skin, blossomed little pink peaches, strikingly alluring.
Outside the window, light snow began to fall, and the mischievous shadows of the night frolicked onto the balcony, casting over her face like white jade, with swollen lips, beautifully luscious as if they were a fine piece of rouge.
Delicate and charming, with a faint scent wafting in the air.
…
Outside the window, a world of white snow; inside, the room bore high temperatures like a furnace.
A night of lotus-like fragrance in the dark.
Yet the feeling lingered.
As for the night full of snow, the world outside was cloaked in silver.
