Late at night.
The moon was bright and the stars were few. Crows flew south against the night sky.
Spirit Wind Lane, Jia Shen No. 19 Courtyard.
The room, which had been redecorated by Ye Yan, was warm and elegant.
Fang Cheng got up from the Jade Couch, picked up his clothes from the floor, and draped them over himself.
On the Jade Couch, Ye Yan was sleeping soundly.
Her beautifully curved waist was full of charm as she lay on her side on the Jade Couch. The silk quilt had slipped down, revealing her round, smooth shoulders and her fair, creamy skin.
And on her exquisitely beautiful face, there was still a trace of a gentle smile.
"This is the very picture of a sleeping beauty."
Fang Cheng gave a heartfelt sigh of admiration, his gaze tracing her flower-like face, her full breasts, the gentle curve of her waist, her fair legs, and finally landing on her small, exquisite feet.
