The rich brocade Luo Ling flies with the wind, the Qin song holds me, puts me gently on the couch, ambergris fragrance diffuses with a touch of lingering breath in every corner of the room.

he leaned down slowly, one hand gently around my back neck, one hand held my waist, slightly raised his hand, I felt a slight warmth on my lips, and I had kissed him.

the hot snuff swept my cheek like the fluff of a swan, the hand holding my back neck pulled away slowly, and the long fingers slid down my forehead slowly until the clasp of my collar.

I feel that my face can't...