As Lin Shuqing turned off the light, the spacious room was instantly plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of candles.
Lying on the mattress, Sun Zhe felt as if he had plunged into a dark abyss, able to sense nothing but the weak candlelight around him. This sense of mystery and the unknown made his heart suddenly race with nervousness.
At that moment, Lin Shuqing produced a small bell threaded with a red string and tied it to her fair right ankle. Then, she reached under her dress to fasten another red string, also adorned with a small bell, around her slender waist.
Afterward, she lifted the hem of her dress and stepped over the candles, walking toward the mattress. Listening to the jingling of the bells drawing closer, Sun Zhe was both nervous and expectant.
