August 3rd.
Early morning.
The rising sun, its golden warm rays spilling over the uneven pavilions and towers, draping the expansive Prince Wei's Mansion in a golden cloak.
In the rear courtyard suite.
On a face as delicate and smooth as pear blossom, those watery apricot eyes seemed to reflect the handsome youthful face of a sleeping man.
Han Anniang had woken up early, her mature and full figure lying on Chen Mo, one lotus-like arm supporting her upper body, while the other gently teased his hair. Instead of getting up immediately, she thoroughly enjoyed this tender moment, gazing lovingly at the young man.
Just then, a soft "mhmm" came from beside her. Wu Mi, who had served Chen Mo with Han Anniang the night before, let out a gentle hum, feeling the temperature rise inside the drapes. Her delicate brows slightly knit together, her curved lashes fluttered, and she awoke.
