Sonia sat quietly by the bed, the hem of her snow-white wedding dress blooming over the sheets like a Pure White Jasmine. Her legs were pressed together without the slightest gap, her veil long since removed, her blood-red hair tied into the prettiest high ponytail, and a warm peach blush rose along her fair neck, stunning the years themselves.
Even after looking at her all day, Ash still thought she was beautiful. But right now he did not dare look. He sat down stiffly beside Sonia, not even daring to breathe deeply, as if one hard breath would let him catch Sword Maiden's fresh fragrance. He only dared lower his head and look at her over-the-knee white silk stockings and garter stockings—and even just that was enough to look at all night.
Sonia stopped talking too, pressing her lips together, no one knew what she was thinking. But Ash not only failed to relax, his heartbeat sped up with nerves instead.
It was actually rather strange. They had clearly rehearsed this many, many times before, and some side stories had even been far more stimulating than the main act, yet the atmosphere now was as ambiguous as a pair of newbie lovers who had only just held hands.
"I spent the whole day mentally preparing myself."
Sonia suddenly said softly, "You're not going to spend a whole day too, are you? I only reserved you for two hours."
Ash stared at her blankly, then suddenly burst out laughing. Sonia, who had already been shy, could not hold herself together after he laughed at her. She smacked his thigh hard and said huffily, "What are you laughing at?"
Ash smiled and shook his head. First he took off his own boots and socks, then crouched down to take off Sword Maiden's