The moonlight softly seeped through the thin gauze of the window lattice, spreading a layer of hazy brightness within the bedroom.
A lingering fragrance wafted in the air, the scent of musk burned by the female crown in the room. Between the pillows and cushions, there remained a trace of warm intimacy from the skin-to-skin contact after dual cultivation. The lamps had been extinguished; only this moonlight sketched the blurry contours of objects within the room, outlining her profile close at hand.
Chen Yi lay sideways, his palm still retained the delicate touch of skin, and the warm, relaxed feeling brought about by the integration of Primordial Qi during the cultivation technique.
