The dark bed curtains were thin and translucent.
The glow of palace lanterns filtered through the fabric, casting delicate light on Shen Wei's beautifully curved face. Her eyes gleamed like dark gemstones, her rosy lips curled slightly as she leaned close to Li Yuanjing. The warmth between them seeped through their thin sleeping robes.
Shen Wei's gaze shimmered with ripples akin to spring water.
Li Yuanjing's throat felt dry.
Ever since Shen Wei fell ill, his emotions had been tumultuous—rushing between court affairs and her sickbed, leaving no room for amorous thoughts.
Now that she had recovered, her charm seemed even more radiant. Her satin-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her pale sleeping robe slipped slightly, revealing skin as fair as polished jade—
Utterly bewitching.
