Clearly, she was immersed in an incredibly beautiful dream.
The young woman had just experienced her first taste of passion, and Lin Xuan's tireless demands had sent her soaring to the heights of ecstasy several times. She had long since exhausted the last of her strength and was sleeping soundly.
Lin Xuan gently tucked the blanket around her. His fingertips lingered as they brushed over her smooth, satin-soft cheek.
He rose without a sound, controlling every movement so carefully that not even the slightest noise escaped him.
Gazing at the young woman he had utterly conquered, he felt an intense satisfaction well up from the depths of his masculine instincts.
But he knew that tonight's story was far from over.
His task of "consoling" someone was only halfway done.
His sweet, innocent daughter had fallen asleep, perfectly content. But her beautiful mother, with her exceptional charm and gentle yet resolute nature, was probably alone in her room right now, tossing and turning in the sorrow of their impending separation.
Lin Xuan stepped outside. The night wind carried the chill of the mountaintop, cooling his passion-heated thoughts.
He went to the well in the courtyard, drew up a bucket of clear, cold water, and took off his clothes.
Beneath the bright moonlight, he poured the water over his head.
The water ran over his scorching skin, washing away the sheen of sweat from their passionate encounter—and the scent of a young woman's first night, mingled with freshness and fragrance.
He had to remove every trace.
After all, he absolutely could not let Ning Zhongze know he had just come from her daughter's bedroom.
This beautiful older sister was passionate by nature, and in her heart she clung to the pride and principles of a righteous heroine. Even meeting with him in