An early summer night, quiet and peaceful.
In the dark blue sky, there was an array of stars.
The warm breeze from the south sent the whispers of summer insects through the window but then turned away in shame at the scene beneath the window. Maybe it turned sharply, lifting people's sleeves.
As the candlelight wavered, Wei Changying's lapelled pomegranate red robe, which had been loosely draped, suddenly slipped down to reveal most of her smooth snow-white shoulders, shimmering with the unique light of youth, bright and soft, luminous and lustrous, in the candlelight.
Shen Cangfeng still kept his head down as he lingered and kissed her. The hand that was holding her waist gradually moved upwards. Imperceptibly, it snuck in through the bodice, rubbing gently, again with force. Wei Chan
