Lin Jiang frowned slightly. Without hesitation, he applied a little force with his fingers and gently lifted one corner of the brocade quilt.
Moonlight, as though it had finally found an opening through which to pour, streamed in unhindered, clearly illuminating the scene on the bed—
Beneath the brocade quilt was a petite figure, curled up!
Her smooth long hair spread across the snowy-white pillow like seaweed, gleaming softly beneath the moonlight.
The girl wore a set of qqny!
It seemed to be cleverly woven and pieced together from nearly transparent gauze and thin black ribbons,
Outlining, beneath the moonlight, the breathtaking curves of a young girl's budding yet boldly displayed figure.
The gauze was hazy mist, the ribbons binding vines. Amid the interwoven bright Moonlight Essence and deep shadows, it created a visual scene both pure and sensual, striking beyond measure.
It was Ning Rongrong!
She had clearly not expected Lin Jiang to lift the quilt directly. Her large, watery eyes, especially bright in the darkness,
Now gazed unblinkingly at Lin Jiang, carrying both shyness and the expectation of someone who had thrown caution to the wind.
Moonlight fell over her enticingly flushed cheeks and delicate collarbones, as if plating her in a shimmering halo.
"Mas... Master..."
Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft and light, like a startled little deer that stubbornly remained before the hunter.
Lin Jiang: "..."
Even with his steady temperament and all he had weathered, his mind went blank for a brief moment.
Yet before he could sort through this utterly absurd situation,
An even more obvious, even more impossible-to-ignore strange sensation
Suddenly erupted from within his body!
The faint heat from before was like a spark cast into boiling oil, exploding into flames!
A scorching current rose uncontrollably from his