The flickering candlelight in the room reflected the sight of dark hair flowing over snow-white skin in a way that he would never forget. She gasped, unable to speak, and allowed him to hold the ends of her hair and brush another strand across her delicate back as she lay on her side to avoid it.

"See, it likes to kiss your body."

In the light rain falling, the West Lake on both sides of the thin smoke, slanting willows flying chaotically, the warbler broken cry.

A crazy to ...