The summer cicadas chirped, the night shadows waned.
The master bedroom was dark, unlit.
Mou Keyan wrapped her arms around the man's neck, meeting his bare gaze, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, exhaling a scent as sweet as orchid.
She had just finished live streaming, breathing slightly more heavily than usual, the moonlight pooling on the snowy expanse of her chest, rising and falling with each breath.
"It was great."
Lu Jincheng looked at his smiling senior and added another comment.
"The last two sections where you improvised were super great."
"Do you like it?"
Mou Keyan straddled him, using her forearms to leverage her upper body forward, her rosy lips drawing close to his ear as she whispered softly.
He held the girl's fidgeting head still, the warm breath by his ear swirling around as if it could travel straight to the tip of his heart, heating him up all over.
