The gilt incense burner smoked the low-hanging smoky green gauze tent and warmed it, and the candle flame was slightly dim, concealing a room of charm.

Ahya's fingertips fell on Xie Jie's waist and gently pulled the ties.

Her cheeks are blotted with a blush, like the evening sun in the sky, falling at the end of the eyes, delicate and pitiful.

In the crackling sound of the wick, messy breathing, the original rise of that courage, but also in the ...