"H-h-hold what?" Dongfang Minghui shuddered. Surely she didn't mean what she was thinking?
Qian Wanyu gave her little time to consider. She drew the other woman's hand before her eyes and, with an almost reverent expression, began carefully tending to the red marks around her wrist.
When that soft touch brushed her wound, Dongfang Minghui flinched, only for the other woman to hold her more firmly.
D-did she even need to keep asking?
The situation before her made it perfectly clear: the heroine was aroused and needed someone to soothe her desires.
Boohoo, so clinging to the heroine's thigh meant being ready to offer up my body at any moment, too. Dongfang Minghui was utterly miserable.
Qian Wanyu worked her way upward with her head lowered, untied Love Entwined at the other woman's waist, and carelessly stripped away everything in her way. The curtains on either side of the bed gently fell shut.
Outside, the sunshine remained unchanged; inside, spring's intimate splendor knew no bounds.
"Ah, Seventh Sister, be gentler."
"Ahh-"
Broken moans drifted out of the room. Li Jing had stood outside without expression, then edged away an inch, another inch, and yet another.
Fortunately, this place was a pleasure house. By nightfall, singing and dancing filled the air, and the clamor completely drowned out a certain someone's moans.
When Qian Wanyu woke, she found someone still lying in her arms, her naked body covered in bluish-purple marks, traces of tears seemingly not yet dry on her face.
Remembering the previous night's soul-stirring pleasure, Qian Wanyu tightened the arm resting around her waist.
The small part of her soul sea previously occupied by black mist had cleared again. She felt considerably lighter, and the violent emotions in her heart had vanished like smoke in the wake of their lovemaking.