In the vast snow, the pavilion standing there is like a lone boat amidst a snowy mountain, and the muffled panting and intertwined voices coming from within seem to drown out the snowstorm, like waves crashing against rocks.
A wisp of hot mist rose from the stove, enveloping Pei Wanyu's beautiful body, as if she emerged from an immortal realm. Her skin was fresh, full, and as smooth and bright as a precious gem, snowy white and astonishing.
Her thick, cloud-like black hair draped over her enchanting back like a black satin, naturally hanging down to her waist, brushing over the stone table, not only hiding her charming face but also accentuating the vague allure of the dark red shoulder straps.
The beautiful curves from her back to her waist, the black silk stocking edge around her waist enhanced by the soaking grape wine, appeared even more lustrous, highlighting the delicate red marks pressed by the stocking edge.
