The night on Ling'ao Island was as thick as ink. Inside the warm chamber, red candles flickered, casting swaying shadows across the silk curtains.
Su Wanqing's cheeks were flushed like a spring flower in full bloom, her eyes filled with shyness. Biting her lower lip, she instinctively gripped the brocade quilt tightly in both hands.
Hu Feng gazed at her with tenderness and burning passion, gently wrapping an arm around her slender waist. He murmured, "Wanqing, don't be afraid. I will take good care of you."
Chapter 53