In the evening, sunlight filtered through gauzy clouds and spilled over the Moonlight Pavilion's glazed tiles, casting a faint golden glow.
Chen Xuanqing slowly rose, a trace of weariness in his eyes. The ache in his lower back seemed to remind him of everything that had just happened.
In truth, Chen Xuanqing had never expected his first encounter with Tang Yuehua to go quite so deep.
This had actually been Tang Yuehua's first experience of such a thing as well. Shyness and nervousness had flickered in her eyes, and at the time, a streak of crimson had even stained her delicate body.
This left Chen Xuanqing feeling both a little guilty and inexplicably excited. He had never imagined he would be the one to claim this beautiful woman's first time.
What happened next, however, exceeded Chen Xuanqing's expectations.
As though driven by some inexplicable emotion, Tang Yuehua suddenly pushed Chen Xuanqing down and straddled him, taking control of the rhythm in the woman-on-top position.
At that moment, Chen Xuanqing felt as though his heart would leap out of his chest. He did his best to match Tang Yuehua's movements, and together they tilled the fields of hope.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Four hours of entanglement and union left them both utterly exhausted.
In the end, Tang Yuehua lay weakly in Chen Xuanqing's arms, her face still faintly flushed, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction and exhaustion.
Once everything was over, the exhausted Tang Yuehua mustered all her strength to give Chen Xuanqing a light slap, then fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Xuanqing rubbed his faintly stinging cheek, his heart filled with bewilderment and sweetness.
As a hopelessly clueless straight man, Chen Xuanqing had no idea why Tang Yuehua had done that. But he knew that, in this