At the hour of the Dragon, rain fell in a continuous, fine drizzle outside the window. The rain pattered down the gray-tiled, upturned eaves, cascading like broken strings of pearls into the emerald lake where green trees were reflected, stirring up ripples like spiderwebs.
Inside the small pavilion, layers upon layers of white gauze curtains were drawn together, thick with the lingering scent of dragon's saliva incense. Guan Guan plucked the strings of her zither, while Shanyin wore a sheer, translucent gauze shift that made her every movement the epitome of enticement.
As the tune came to an end, Shanyin feigned exhaustion and threw herself straight into the arms of Zhou Tieyi, who was seated and enjoying the dance. After the vigorous dance, her body was slightly flushed beneath the light gauze—hazy and alluring, exuding a mature, rich, natural fragrance.
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