The fragrance drifts in the air, sweat pours like rain, and the spring scene is picturesque.
Hua Hua and Ling Yin had just finished an intense and satisfying bedroom exercise. The heartbeats in the tranquil bedroom were still heavy. Hua Hua's face was tinged with an indescribable blush, and a thin sheen of sweat slowly seeped from her beautiful skin, forming beads that trickled down her back onto the sheets.
Ling Yin's heart was still pounding fiercely. Before his breath could stabilize, he gently held Hua Hua's face and softly asked, his rough breathing turning into the best accompaniment.
"Little Chu, how is it?"
Hua Hua pushed his face away, burying her own into the pillow. Beads of tears gathered in her eyes, directly soaking into the pillow. When Ling Yin lifted his head, half of the pillow was already wet.
"Little Chu... Little Chu..."
