"Shaoqing... that's enough..." She drifted in a haze within those noble golden eyes, her long lashes trembling violently, and emitted a soft, tender moan like a cat.
With her words, the redwood-carved babu bed began a violent and rhythmic shaking.
"Creak... creak..."
The subtle friction of the wooden axes, accompanied by face-flushing sweet moans and heavy breathing, wove together in the tranquil East Wing Room to form the most enchanting nocturnal tune.
Qian Renxue's golden hair spread and tangled like waves across the brocade quilt with every movement.
Dense beads of sweat covered her breathtakingly beautiful face, sliding down the upturned bridge of her nose before the man passionately kissed them away.
Her gaze completely lost its former calmness and majesty, melting into a pool of spring water amidst this fierce, storm-like affection.
All reason was utterly cast behind, leaving her only able to follow the man's rhythm, sinking and blooming in this boundless pleasure.
Night deepened, and the chirping of insects outside the window sounded once more at some unknown point.
Inside the babu bed, the fierce storm finally ceased completely, leaving only the sound of their slightly hurried breathing intertwining in the silent air.
Qian Renxue lay utterly limp across Xiong Shaoqing's broad chest, her golden hair slightly dampened by sweat, clinging to that exquisite face whose flush had yet to fade, radiating a heart-stopping, delicate allure.
Xiong Shaoqing wrapped one arm around her slender, willow-like waist, his other hand gently toying with her smooth hair.
Suddenly, his gaze passed over Qian Renxue's snowy, pristine shoulders, landing on the pure white brocade quilt beside her.
There, an eye-catching yet extraordinarily alluring "red plum blossom" burst into bloom.
"I never expected that our Heaven Dou Empire's lofty crown prince would leave such a pretty red plum blossom on my