C503

Under the night sky, the stars shone brightly as tens of thousands of lanterns lit up beneath their feet.

A man's lips, tobacco mixed with a faint aroma of wine, breathing in and out of his breath.

From the gentle love to the frenzied demand, to his delicate, casual taste.

Even Slight Chill did not refuse. In her heart, she did not want to refuse.

She thought it was going fast, but it wasn't