The hazy moonlight poured down, and the starlight slowly flowed across the deep blue night sky. As the night wind grew cooler, the sounds of insects and birds gradually ceased, and the whole world seemed to fall into a quiet slumber.
The attendants outside the hall all yawned sleepily. The fatigue from several days of battle swept over them, and they leaned against the corners, almost falling asleep, unaware of the fervent scene unfolding inside the palace.
Lu Xiao's kiss.
It was like a torrential rain pouring down on a parched river, falling densely, a dam breaking after the utmost suppression, coming with a rush and losing control.
Shen Tang passively endured the man's kisses, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, only to feel as if her breath was being entirely taken away.
The air became damp and sticky.
Only after a long while did the entangled waves turn gentle.
