The heavy stone door of the secret cave dwelling remained shut, a silent guardian separating the quiet intimacy within from the festive world outside. The single spirit lamp cast a warm, golden glow, painting the simple chamber in soft, gentle tones. The air was still, carrying only the faint, lingering scent of their recent passion and the fragrant aroma of the Moonpetal Dew tea that sat cooling on the low table.
Liu Ruyan lay nestled in Wang Jian's arms on the plush beast furs. Her naked, voluptuous body, a masterpiece of delicate curves and pale, moonlit skin, was a stark, beautiful contrast to the ruggedness of the furs. Her head rested on his firm chest, the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in the quiet cave.
