It can be said that:

The eyes are full of autumn water, the eyebrows are pale like spring mountains. The small golden lotus socks are floating on the water, and the tender face is so delicate that it can be broken by the wind.

Her lips are as red as cherry blossoms, and her black hair is skillfully tied into a cloud spiral. Everyone thinks that Chang'e has fallen from the Moon Palace, but she is missing the heavenly fragrant jade rabbit.

——《Change into Sleeping Shoes》

…

Qin Yuan was being naughty and bit it deliberately.

Yan Jiaoran felt pain and kicked lightly, but one of her embroidered shoes fell off, revealing her white jade foot that looked like the tip of a bamboo shoot and her toes that looked like peeled onions.

"Little puppy, why are you biting me!" Yan Jiaoran twisted her waist and laughed.

As a result, the white toes stained with cardamom's hair were sometimes retracted and sometimes extended, and they kept stretching and contracting lively.

Qin Yuan bit down again fiercely, three times harder than before.

Yan Jiaoran screamed and her snow-white buttocks trembled.

Qin Yuan saw a flash of water, and Yan Jiaoran hurriedly tried to cover it with her hands, but Qin Yuan pressed his entire body on her and shouted fiercely: "What little dog? I am a big bad wolf!"

Yan Jiaoran's heart trembled. She stared at the man with her beautiful eyes, which were filled with fear, passion, and temptation. She panted softly, "Big Bad Wolf, what do you want to do?"

Qin Yuan saw her breasts rising and falling like mountains and said, "I'll eat you!"

"ah--"

Yan Jiaoran blushed and said, "Stop it!"

"Okay, I'll stop."

"what you do!"

"In-depth understanding..."

"ah!"

"hey-hey!"

"don't want!"

"Call me husband!"

"No!"

"Let's see what fun things are inside!"

"……husband."

"Hey! Wife!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Don't worry! You'll make me ecstatic soon!"

"Oh……"

…

Half a couch with a breeze,

A bright moon in the courtyard,

It’s hard to describe the feelings in the study.

Beauty is more affectionate,

I want to be a romantic scholar.

Looking back and smiling brings spring,

But it’s better than having breasts pressed against me.

The clouds are stagnant and the rain is falling.

Listen to the sweet voice.

The shadows of sparse bamboos rustle.

The sweet fragrance of osmanthus is wafting in the air.

…

Half shyly, they entered the gauze cupboard together.

Hold the cloud tightly and hold the rhinoceros comb firmly.

Very charming, very coquettish, and full of joy.

Her cheeks are rosy and her heart is full, her waist is hugged and her body is soft.

Why hesitate and waver?

Dear girl, how is spring?

…