C78 Mekare's Second Degree
Second time lying on a bed, so close.
Chen Fangyao was just like a wild lily in a valley. She was gorgeous, fragrant, graceful, and tough with the wind and rain.
Like a painting, like a wisp of the mountains and rivers of Gui Lin, elegant, magical.
Like smoke, it was gentle and hazy, peaceful and tranquil.
Like a song, like a gushing waterfall, bright and unrestrained.
Like water