Mika dared not make a sound, enveloped in the incredibly mysterious place wrapped in a red gown,
The marvelous curtains glowed with an unusual crimson, as if looking at the actress on a poster, from her ankle up to the vibrant violet lace pillars, these contours wrapped the flow of time, transforming all the extraordinary spiritual allegories into tangible soft order.
Qili, to avoid others noticing anything unusual, clasped her legs together, pressing closely against Mika.
The pillars leading to the forbidden land twined above his head, the flawless, soft skin touched by moonlight bore the cool softness of summer breezes, irrigating the intoxication of the eagerly yearning heart.
