The starry night sky, the night curtain pressing down the sky, birthing a deep and intense scenery.
A few drifting clouds half-cover the full moon, seeming like a veil over it, casting a soft halo.
By the babbling brook, Iron Hoof Cloud's speed slows once more, its limbs gracefully stepping forward. And on the horseback, Dongfang Xinglan's unrestrained allure, like piled snow, bounces with each forward motion of the horse, like ripples spreading in the stream.
Her hair, dark as ink, flies in the wind, brushing past Lu Jin'an's face and nose. Her elegant neck lightly sways and trembles, the waist between her back and hips arches into an increasingly enticing curve.
Suddenly, Dongfang Xinglan's jade-like body trembles, and amid the wind, a faint groan of discomfort escapes her lips, but her tense figure gradually relaxes.
For Lu Jin'an's hands wander every delicate fair skin, comforting her less-than-good emotions for the moment.
