One corner of the stone hall was a complete mess. The air still seemed to carry an indescribable, blush-inducing scent mixed with stone dust.
Ling Qingzhu's bare, jade-like body lay slightly on its side. Her plain white dress was scattered messily beside her, while her waterfall-like black hair spilled down and covered most of her stunning face.
The veil had vanished long ago, revealing a delicate, beautiful face capable of eclipsing heaven and earth. At this moment, however, it was flushed red, with fine beads of sweat covering her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her collarbone.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, releasing suppressed, low, hoarse breaths. Her fair, jade-like skin was covered in suggestive red marks, as though she had just endured a violent storm.
At this moment, she felt as though she were soaking in a warm spring. From the depths of her bones to every inch of skin, an unprecedented feeling of extreme languor, tingling comfort, and bliss filled her entire body.
It was a feeling of
being completely satisfied,
being completely nourished,
being completely conquered—a supreme comfort that left her warm all over and unable to summon the slightest strength, making her want only to drift into deep sleep. Even the corners of her lips unconsciously wanted to curl upward as she savored...
that final moment just now,
that supreme sensation... It had instantly emptied her mind, as though even her soul were about to explode.
Her body
uncontrollably
arched,
and she let out a cry so shrill and piercing
that even she found it unfamiliar.
Then came
uncontrollable,
tide-like,
unceasing
violent spasms...
That feeling had been too intense, too unfamiliar, too... intoxicating.
But amid the lingering aftermath of that ultimate sensation,