Her crimson brocade robe trailed upon the floor, her voice a warbler's soft and shifting tune. A green silk cap held fast by a rhino pin, while phoenixes swayed on a golden step-shaking hairpin.
Her skin was as smooth and fine as soft red jade, her gaze a subtle promise of passion. Too shy to slip beneath the lovers' quilt, their affections deepened in the glow of the scented lamp.
When she opened her eyes again, their gazes met. Jin Qianqian hadn't even a moment to feel shy before Ancient Wen Heng burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You're finally mine," Ancient Wen Heng said. With his long-held wish at last fulfilled, he felt as if his world was now complete.
Jin Qianqian glanced at the light filtering through the window and whispered, "Shouldn't we be getting up?"
They had made such a commotion yesterday, calling for water several times, and Jin Qianqian couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
