The night breeze was warm, and the moonlight was cool. Nashu's eyes filled with a smile as she reached out with her delicate hand, untying the young man's robe, caressing him intimately and gently.
"..."
Xiulote stood rigidly, motionless. He felt a pair of cool hands softly stroking his chest, causing his whole body to heat up. An enticing fragrance lingered at his nose. It was hard to tell whether it was the flowers blooming in the distance or the beauty beside him. He opened his eyes wide and saw the beautiful woman with her head lowered, gentle as water. He closed his eyes, feeling the soft, delicate hands move downwards, across his chest, passing his waist and abdomen, until...
"Uh, Nashu!"
Xiulote grunted, suddenly opening his eyes. He pushed away the close beauty and quickly stepped back two steps, hitting the wall behind him.
"Your Highness?"
