It was an utterly wonderful day. Perhaps it lacked the romance of the night, but even all the words in Farolynch's vocabulary could not describe how beautiful it had been.
Xin Erwei's love, filled with admiration, gratitude, and emotion, was utterly devoted to Farolynch.
Toward evening, the clouds seemed to disperse over the city. As the last rays of the setting sun shone through the window into the inn room, Farolynch woke with Xin Erwei in his arms.
Farolynch felt the steady breathing and warm body of the woman lying on him. Though clothes covered them, he could still see some of her magnificent curves when he looked down, and the exposed skin was covered in bruises.
Earlier, wherever Farolynch's hands had reached, he had felt her unreserved cooperation. However much force he used, she had never let go. Even when the man before her seemed like a hunting beast, she had willingly thrown herself into his arms.
Even now, Xin Erwei's hair was still damp, as though it had been soaked beneath a waterfall of sweat.
Farolynch carefully wiped Xin Erwei's hair with his shirt, as though afraid of breaking a precious work of art.
Xin Erwei was actually already awake. A happy smile crept onto her lips. That wild stretch of time had brought intense pain, but even greater pleasure-a dual experience that had touched not only her body, but her spirit as well.
Xin Erwei was glad she had held out, enduring until that final, powerful surge, even though she had nearly fainted from overwhelming excitement at that moment.
Farolynch tucked the covering more snugly around Xin Erwei. For the first time, something else held his attention longer than the sunlight within his sight.
Not far beyond the corner by the doorway lay a shaft of evening