In the darkness, Lu He did not answer him, but a pair of slender arms wrapped around the man's narrow waist.
Zhao Jun, being a vigorous young man, could hardly resist, his eyes almost bursting...
Lost in a drunken haze, caught in a dream~
(Next, imagine the Spring Picture's eighteen poses for yourselves.)
Inside the room, a spring scene of Niao Niao unfolds.
The next day, the sun rises.
A ray of sunshine pierces through the closed paneled windows, casting light into the room filled with a night's chaos, giving it a faint glow, no longer the darkness of night.
Zhao Jun wakes up early, the beauty nestled in his arms, living peacefully, wishing it could stay this way forever.
After last night, the pitiful person in his arms has slight tear stains at the corner of her eyes; he lovingly bends down to kiss them twice, finally satisfied.
Lu He murmurs a sound, waves her hand to brush away the itchy sensation at the corner of her eye, and sinks back into deep sleep~
