"...Zhu E, hurry and change back."
"No..."
She instead wrapped her arms around Chen Yi's neck, her breath fragrant,
"It's more exciting this way."
Chen Yi took a deep breath, silently cursing his lack of self-restraint.
With what little control he had left, he calculated a divination and sensed that Qin Qingluo had already returned to the Prince Mansion to rest.
Chen Yi could no longer bear it; he lifted Zhu E by the waist, turned past the folding screen, and headed towards the bedroom at the back of the hall.
The place was empty, lingering with fragrant breezes,
The candlelight in the hall still flickered, but wasn't far off.
The remaining faint light froze for a few breaths, sketching the words on the Buddhist scripture, and then extinguished,
... To see all forms as non-forms is to see the Tathagata...
...
The events of the night concluded, and then they departed.
Zhu E did the same.
