The night was quiet. The misty rain at Lingmiao Pavilion had slowly ceased, and moonlight spilled into the pavilion like water.
Lu Yulin lay shyly in Shen Han’s arms, a faint blush upon her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with tenderness and bashfulness. Shen Han’s arm was wrapped gently around her, his gaze soft, filled with deep love and contentment.
Lu Yulin whispered, her voice like silk drifting on the breeze within the pavilion: "Is my Senior Brother satisfied?" As she spoke, the shyness reached into the very marrow of her bones.
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