The next morning, sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a honey-colored glow over the scattered clothing.
Stockings snaked like shed snake skin at the foot of the bed, while a sheer short skirt hung on the edge of the lampshade, gently swaying.
Those feathery and sequined skirts, along with other exaggerated outfits of sexual allure, lay scattered around, seemingly recounting tales of yesterday's passion and madness.
Zhang Xinxin's porcelain-white shoulder emerged from the covers, her skin shimmering with a pearly sheen of fine sweat.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she burrowed into Li Jing's neck, her tousled hair sliding off her collarbone, revealing deep red bite marks.
Li Jing's palm rested against the hollow of her lower back, his fingers leaving pale pink imprints on her snow-white skin as they followed the rhythm of his breathing.
"Hmm..."
Zhang Xinxin unconsciously let out a soft nasal sound, hinting at satisfaction and comfort.
