Chen Che leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head, eyes closed, with an expression of some discomfort, as if contemplating something.
An Nishang disappeared without a trace for some unknown reason.
After a few minutes, Chen Che seemed to have figured something out, and his expression changed.
...
In the room.
An Nishang reappeared.
A pink tongue brushed across bright red lips.
Wiping away a bit of whiteness on the lips.
...
She walked to the window, the early morning sunlight shining on her exquisitely voluptuous body, reflecting dazzling light, blurred yet clear.
She stretched lazily, flexing her body, then padded barefoot into the bathroom.
Chen Che lay in bed, relishing the aftertaste.
Having such a queen by his side didn't seem all that bad.
Hearing the sound of water from the shower, Chen Che, somewhat tempted, followed shortly after into it.
Half an hour later, the two finally stepped out of the shower together.
