The Kingdom of Bernia, late at night. The bedroom in the Earl's Estate.
On the spacious four-poster bed, Robin lay on her side, a lovely flush still lingering on her face.
She wore a dark teal qipao with high slits. Its silky fabric drew subtly tight at her waist, then parted enticingly beside her legs, revealing a long curve wrapped in white, lace-trimmed stockings.
An intimate warmth lingered in the air after their lovemaking, mingling with the faint fragrance of her hair.
Boer propped his head on one hand, his silver hair slightly tousled, and gazed at her with undisguised affection.
Robin's hazy eyes gradually cleared, only to meet his smiling gaze. At once, that blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
"Honestly..." she muttered, hastily covering the flat stomach exposed by the slit in her qipao while her other hand tried to pull its hem back down from the tops of her thighs. Her fingertips brushed the edges of her stockings with a faint rustle. "You're really... full of wicked ideas, Lord Boer."
Yet that shyness soon gave way to a deeper, utterly relaxed attachment.
She shifted gently, like a lazy cat, and draped herself over Boer as he lay on his back.
His tall, muscular body made the most comfortable cushion. She settled into a comfortable position, resting an elbow on his firm chest and cradling her cheek in her palm. With her other hand, she reached around in front of her chest, picked up a slightly curled lock of black hair, and brushed its tips ever so lightly across his jaw and the bridge of his nose.
Through the gaps in her cascading hair, Boer could glimpse her gently swaying toes, their nails painted pale pink.
His smile deepened. He folded his hands