"Cough, cough..."
In the gloomy sky, the stars of Ziwei Beidou still sparkled, though not as intensely radiant as in the beginning.
The starlight streamed into the Huangyu Palace, mingling with the low coughs and slightly hurried breaths. The hair of Pei Wanyu, loosely tied, had somehow fallen over her shoulders, dark and thick like blooming lotus flowers.
The strap of her purple silk dress quietly slipped from her shoulder, hanging tenuously at the crook of her arm, rising and falling with her movements.
Her flawless, delicate collarbone became more pronounced with each breath, with beads of sweat cascading down from the corner of her mouth, gliding over her beauty mark, flowing down her jawline along her neck, disappearing into the shadowy depths.
Her half-squinted eyes opened up, revealing the seductive playfulness within her narrow phoenix eyes.
