Black hair was scattered across the silk quilt—a high-end room at the inn, adorned with embroidery of plum blossoms blanketed in snow.
Luoyun Huan’s face was flushed with a faint red, blending into the patterns on the quilt like a beauty depicted by a master painter.
A thought crossed Qin Yiqiu’s mind: she shouldn't be treating her junior sister this way. She hadn't asked for her consent; it was improper, a stain on her character. But this impulse was immediately crushed by a surging, overwhelming tide of desire, vanishing like a raindrop swallowed by the ocean, never to be found again.
Chapter 118