Night falls, like an old piece of silk sealed by time, its thick, dark color spreading layer upon layer, hanging heavily from the sky, gently yet domineeringly enveloping the entire world.
In the courtyard, a gentle breeze, like a lively and playful sprite, drifts leisurely through the gaps in the branches and leaves, caressing them intimately.
It emits a soft rustling sound, expressing unspoken thoughts from the day, full of poetry and tranquility.
Under the soft moonlight, the carved window lattices resembled meticulously crafted works of art.
The shadows cast on the ground intertwine to create a dreamlike tapestry of light and shadow, shrouding the room in a mysterious and romantic veil.
Inside the room, red candles flickered, casting a faint, warm glow that cast shadows on the surrounding walls, as if telling an ancient and moving story.
The gauze curtains above the bed, like delicate pink petals fluttering in the spring breeze, drifted down slowly and gently, as soft as a sweet dream, perfectly concealing the two people who were clinging to each other.
In this private and cozy little space, only faint breathing sounds could be heard, intertwined and entwined.
Like threads woven by fate, they stitch together burning love and endless tenderness, telling of their deep, unforgettable affection, every breath filled with deep emotion.
In the moment of reluctance to part, Su Jinyun's hand was drawn by the surging love in her heart and moved slowly.
Her hands trembled slightly, her movements slow and gentle, carrying the nervousness and shyness unique to a young girl in love.
She carefully and meticulously untied the sash of Qin Qianluo's clothes, every small movement filled with tenderness and anticipation, as if she were opening a treasure box containing rare gems.
When the warm palm touched Qin Qianluo's burning body, Qin Qianluo trembled slightly like a startled deer.
His arms instinctively tightened around Su Jinyun's neck, as if grasping the most precious, warmest, and only support in the world, afraid that if he let go, the beautiful scene before him would vanish.
Su Jinyun buried her head in Qin Qianluo's neck, showering her with small, passionate kisses.
His tongue lightly touched her delicate skin, meandering from her earlobe to her collarbone. Every kiss was filled with deep affection, as if love was about to break free from the constraints of their bodies.
Her hands gently caressed Qin Qianluo's waist, sometimes tightening, as if trying to meld her into her own body.
Sometimes it slowly moves upward, tracing the curve of her back, the movement full of longing.
She slightly opened her mouth and softly called out, "Qianluo..." Her voice was melodious and gentle, full of endless love.
It's as if all the beauty in the world is poured into this heartfelt call, making it an eternal mark of love, never to be erased in the long river of time.
Upon hearing the gentle whisper, Qin Qianlu subconsciously hummed softly, her voice sweet and coquettish, like a gentle breeze caressing the tender petals of a newly blossoming spring flower, carrying a hint of sweetness and shyness.
Her cheeks flushed, like the sunset on the horizon; her eyes were dreamy, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
Her fingers unconsciously gripped Su Jinyun's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her body twisted slightly.
It seems to be responding to this passionate love, or perhaps it is being so intoxicated by this endless tenderness that it is unable to extricate itself.
She tilted her head slightly, her neck forming a graceful arc, actively responding to Su Jinyun's intimacy.
Soft moans escaped their lips from time to time, mingling with the panting sounds inside the room, composing a love song that belonged only to them.
As her love grew stronger, Su Jinyun's kisses became more urgent. She gently bit Qin Qianluo's lower lip, causing Qin Qianluo to tremble slightly.
His hands unconsciously caressed Su Jinyun's back, leaving faint marks.
Su Jinyun's hand reached into Qin Qianluo's hair and gently stroked her hair.
His other hand tightly encircled her waist, bringing their bodies closer together as if they were about to merge into one.
Not to be outdone, Qin Qianluo tried to get Su Jinyun closer to her.
His hands slid down Su Jinyun's back, gently touching her skin, which made Su Jinyun shudder.
The moonlight, like water, poured in without reservation, shrouding everything in the room in a layer of silvery white gauze, like a dream.
It was as if the whole world had been transported into a dreamlike realm that belonged only to them.
However, the bright moonlight, like a shy maiden, was swayed by the tender emotions filling the room and quietly disappeared behind the clouds.
Only a few slivers of light remained, like its curious yet shy glances.
Moonlight filtered through the dappled clouds, casting shimmering patterns of light and shadow on the ground.
Like a mysterious painting created spontaneously by nature, or perhaps silently recording this indescribable beauty.
Outside the door, the night watchwoman, dressed in simple, plain clothes, was quietly and dutifully performing her duties.
The soft, rustling sounds coming from inside the room seemed to possess an invisible magic, seeping into their ears bit by bit.
In an instant, a blush quickly rose on the maids' cheeks, just like the bright peach blossoms that suddenly bloom on the branches in spring under the warm sun, beautiful and charming.
They hurriedly covered their mouths with their wide sleeves, but the suppressed giggles still drifted out quietly in the almost sacred silence of the night.
They occasionally whispered to each other, their eyes filled with curiosity and envy at the sweet atmosphere inside the room.
The whispered conversations were barely audible in the night breeze, their words carrying the longing and fantasies of a young girl about love.
Hot water was brought into the room again and again. Each time, the maids would take light steps, knock softly on the door, and then quietly retreat after receiving a response. Their movements were skillful and careful.
The hot water, which had been called countless times, quietly witnessed this tender and beautiful moment inside the house.
Between serving water, the maids whispered among themselves outside the door, speculating about the sweet interactions between the two inside.
Those imaginative words added a unique touch to the night.
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