Imperial Garden
In the warm spring water, the enticing male body is vaguely visible, broad shoulders and rugged yet sexy lines exuding captivating masculinity. Joshua Hughes soaked in the hot spring, eyes closed, his thick eyelashes concealing all his thoughts. With his eyes closed, he seemed to see everything; those past fragments appeared before him like films shot on reel, carrying clear and detailed images. Back then, Avery Jane was naïve and beautiful; the moonlight that evening wasn't as bright as this, everything seemed veiled with a layer of gauze. She gently removed her clothes; her perfectly proportioned and delicately boned body appeared even more mysterious under the hazy moonlight, like a goddess descending from the heavens.
