Red brocade robes draped gracefully to the floor, her voice soft and melodious like a singing oriole. A jade-green headpiece sat securely with a rhino horn pin, while the twin phoenixes on her golden Fringe Hairpin swayed.
Her delicate frame was as soft as warm red jade, her eyes rippling with the subtle, tender affection of spring. Though too shy to slip beneath the mandarin duck quilt, bathed in the soft glow of the oil lamp, the love between them ran deep.
When they opened their eyes again, their gazes met. Before Jin Qianqian could even feel shy, Gu Wenheng began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You're finally mine." Gu Wenheng had at last achieved his heart's desire, feeling as though his entire world was complete.
Jin Qianqian glanced at the sunlight streaming through the window and whispered a reminder, "Shouldn't we get up?"
