Afterward.
Zheng Fa felt Zhang's hair grazing his neck. Upon lowering his head, he saw Zhang lazily lying in his arms, truly living up to her name.
It was only then that he noticed Zhang had at some point lit red candles in the room.
Usually, her skin was like the finest white jade, not only without a single blemish but even slightly translucent. Under the candlelight, it had a warm glow.
But now, this exquisite jade seemed to be bathed in twilight, brushed with rouge, suffused with vermillion, with a blush cascading boldly from earlobes to toes over her body.
Perhaps because Zheng Fa's gaze was somewhat explicit, Zhang leaned against his shoulder, slightly raised her head, and glared at him, yet her look contained a hint more shy playfulness than usual.
Even though Zhang said nothing, at this moment, both of them understood that their feelings for each other, their mutual relationship, had changed.
