The dim, soft light in the bedroom cast a hazy, gauze-like glow that made the entire space increasingly enchanting.
Mu Qingxuan leaned back against the bed, her stray locks scattering loosely across her shoulders. Her fair neck tilted slightly upward, tracing a graceful curve in the interplay of light and shadow.
Huo Changfeng strode closer. His figure loomed larger in the dimness, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.
Chapter 41