The moon carried the melancholy fragrance of flowers, hanging in the deep blue sky. Moonlight flowed inside and outside the room, and it was so quiet that one could only hear the rustling of the warm breeze blowing through the grass. The night had fallen into a deep sleep, and the soft moonlight gently caressed the earth, casting fine, fragmented shadows. The moonlight was as gentle as smoke, as soft as mist.
"Good man, no more practice, I'm so tired."
He gave a mischievous smirk; this session of practice had indeed lasted longer than the last, but it was still far from meeting his expectations. Seeing her looking soft and limp from the effort, he carried her to the side of the bed and sat on the edge. Then, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck once more. Just like last time, she began moving up and down in a rhythmic motion. This method of practice was simple and crude, but truly effective. Finally, she grew so exhausted that she fainted.
Chapter 108