In the dimly lit room, floating curtains and a carved grand bed.
The tall figure of a man is pinned down on the bedstead by a petite girl.
All around, floats an ambiguous atmosphere.
Lock Qingtong's hair cascades down from the top of her head, swiftly covering the space around her.
Screening her movement as she leans in to kiss the man.
Amidst the drifting faint scent, only their intertwined breaths remain.
Rising and falling, a fleck of color comes to life, while the dark hue breathes fragrance.
After the kiss, Luo Qingtong lightly licks her lips as she rises, those Clear Water Eyes previously veiled in a mist of blood now turn a deep crimson.
She appears like a demon that haunts the night, specially preying on people's essences.
Dazzlingly seductive, her beauty could overthrow cities.
The corners of Luo Qingtong's eyes brim with a spring-like aura, cheeks blushing red.
