In the bathhouse, despite the significant resistance of the water, it was no challenge for Ding Wei. He exerted his dominance with a vigorous double round.
The sky over Linjiang was as mild as spring. A half-moon hung obliquely in the sky, with stars twinkling in the firmament. It was a silent night, but not a silent Imperial Palace.
In Ding Wei’s sleeping quarters, silver moonlight spilled in through the windows. The land was serene; the moonlight caressed the earth of Linjiang and the dragon bed in the bedchamber. Though Ding Wei was an emperor, he was still held down on the dragon bed by Huo Miao, employing her favorite technique. Su Xingxing swept away her fatigue, dancing lightly.
Chapter 612