The first rays of dawn pierced the night, creeping silently through the early morning and spilling through the window.
Zhao Ci lay on his side, his left arm curled into a pillow, his right arm resting lightly on Gu Xiangzhu's graceful waist.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with hope.
She looked back at him, her smile a blossoming flower.
Her breath was quiet and carried a faint, sweet scent.
She seemed prepared, ready for him to pluck.
Zhao Ci felt his blood surge, desperate to join with her in life's grand union.
But the ever-changing subtitles above her head quickly doused his passion...
Ultimately,
He only planted a light kiss on Gu Xiangzhu's lips. "Of course I want your body. I dream about it. But I don't just want your body, I want all of you!"
Gu Xiangzhu: "..."
She laughed in spite of herself.
By now, she was completely unable to tell which of Zhao Ci's words were true and which were false.
