Jade Furnace Ice Diadem Yuan Yang Jin, soft powder melds with fragrant sweat flowing onto the mountain pillow.
Outside the curtain, the sound of a turning winch; eyebrows gathered, a smile holds surprise, startled.
The willow's shade is faint and slight, her low-pinned cicada hairpin falling.
One must strive for a lifetime, to exhaust all today's joy.
In September, Ji City still retained some heat, the harsh sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto Ye Zhenzhen's face as she lay in her office chair.
A black windbreaker was lightly draped over her, concealing her graceful form.
Her lips curled slightly, as if she was still reminiscing about last night's amorous dreams of rising tides and tender cries.
It seems, after I return this time, perhaps I can also try to cultivate a dual cultivation Divine Skill.
