The draping canopy dimly veils the candlelight, a jade hairpin slants and falls with the fragrance of the pillow.
Under the warmth of the lotus canopy, through a spring night, the gold hairpin half-loosens, the cloud-like hair sways.
After a round of entanglement, Immortal Jing Lian's cheeks are flushed, her eyes hazy with distraction, languidly powerless as she curls deeper into the brocade quilt, only wanting to sink into sleep.
Shen Xuan, however, shows no mercy, reaching out and uncovering the quilt.
"Shen Lang, not anymore..."
Immortal Jing Lian's voice was soft and seductive, "I'm weary, I wish to rest..."
"No way."
Shen Xuan communicated via spiritual messages, "I still want to try..."
Upon hearing his words, Immortal Jing Lian's ears instantly turned crimson, bashfully burying her face into the pillow.
Feeling the scorching presence in front, as aggressive as fire, her heart trembled.
"Extinguish the lamp first!"
Her voice like a mosquito's, quickly uttering.
