Song Ziling gave her instructions with a voice as gentle as water.
Ding Wei lifted Song Ziling and placed her on the table. Song Ziling was breathing heavily, her mouth occasionally agape. Her intoxicated eyes were half-closed, radiating a thousand charms and infinite allure. Ding Wei’s shoulders rose and fell in rhythm.
Less than an hour later, the winds calmed and the rain ceased. Song Ziling, her cheeks flushed, curled up in Ding Wei’s arms. Ding Wei wrapped an arm around her fragrant shoulders and asked with tender concern, "Are you tired?"
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