As time passed, night receded, and dawn cleaved the horizon. A few crimson clouds veiled the sun, whose rays streamed through the gaps like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls. Morning dew soaked every emerald leaf in the dense forest. The rustling calls of insects had stopped at some unknown hour, replaced by crisp birdsong, yet the muffled sounds deep within the woods had continued from the night into the morning, showing no sign of stopping.
Only after another indeterminate stretch of time, when the sun hung high and the world had fully awakened from its haze, when the people of the Imperial Capital had begun another day's bustle, did those sounds gradually fade.
Deep within the forest, beneath towering ancient trees that seemed to connect heaven and earth, a Water Bed glowed with a faint, gentle light. Hun Changqing had formed it from three-light divine water. Although he had used little energy, its soft glow could still soothe physical fatigue and nourish the mind. For ordinary people, it would have been an exceedingly precious treasure, yet here it lay in the wilderness, used for that sort of activity. It was undeniably extravagant.
The main reason was that, although they had ventured outdoors for excitement, Hun Changqing could hardly bring himself to do the unspeakable so shabbily on muddy ground. Even if Yao Ye had no objections, he would have felt uncomfortable; his obsession with cleanliness was no small matter. That was why he had spent a little energy making this Water Bed. Inspired by their surroundings, he had created it on a whim, but its effectiveness had been unexpectedly impressive. He was thoroughly pleased and felt he could introduce this sort of bed to his other women in the future.
Hun Changqing licked his lips, savoring last night's delights, and