C93 I Was Born I Was Born I Was Born

Sweat slowly flowed down from his fair forehead. A hand reached up from the small monk's waist and gradually came to the small monk's collarbone.

At night, the red candle gently swayed. The two intimate shadows were enlarged. The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and the temperature in the cell was rising.

The light fragrance of the tea leaves slowly wrapped around the small monk