Her back pressed against the makeup table.
In the mirror behind her, the man lowered his head to kiss the woman. Her cheeks were alluringly tender, the corners of her eyes a soft blush, her lashes drooping slightly like a butterfly poised to fly but instead casting a delicate shadow on her eyelids. The man's ink-drawn brows and features brimmed with carnal desire, which only amplified his breathtakingly handsome appearance. The couple kissed like mandarin ducks entwining their necks in slumber.
A long while passed.
The two finally emerged from the dressing room together.
Madam Melody and Eric, both being French, had seen countless kissing couples on the streets. They certainly wouldn't ridicule the pair for such displays; they merely teased them a little about their strong marital affection with a couple of jokes, then let it slide with a laugh.
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