Dan Wulan's cheeks glistened with sweat, wetting the Peach Blossom Rouge.
It was the finest rouge made from peach blossoms in Tao City, strands of its fragrance drifting throughout the room, ethereal and entrancing, captivating the heart.
Dan Wulan's white hair was a bit disheveled upon the pillow, her face flushed, her body weakly sprawled atop the bedding.
The bellyband had fallen to the floor, next to which lay a pair of white silk stockings.
Perhaps drained of strength, she wrapped her arms around Su Bei's neck and mumbled, "Husband... so fragrant."
"Mmm, Lan Bao'er is the most fragrant."
"Mmm..." Dan Wulan murmured softly.
A beat of silence followed.
"ACHOO—"
An irrepressible sneeze suddenly woke the slumbering room.
Su Bei was speechless.
Dan Wulan stared, stunned.
Ji Nanjue looked flustered.
The room fell silent.
