At this moment, Lady Bayonetta's feelings were undeniably closely intertwined with Su Li. This unexpected encounter was like molten lava cast onto a silent frozen lake, igniting desires she never imagined, dragging her into an unprecedented whirlpool of sensation.
She lay in the soft bedding, utterly drained, like snow completely melted by warm sunlight, every inch of her skin exuding a lazy languidness. This unfamiliar feeling made her heart flutter.
For the past thirty years, she lived atop a meticulously maintained ice surface, graceful, restrained, yet cold and distant. Intimacy in marriage for her was but a duty, a ceremony to maintain dignity. She never felt a ripple within, her body akin to a slumbering frozen soil, never expecting spring. She thought that was all—until the storm brought by the curse last night, until the transformative experience brought by this man beside her at this moment.
It turned out, the body could actually feel such vivid life energy.
