By the end of October in Modu, a chill had settled in. The dim moonlight, like a mischievous child, scrambled to squeeze into the villa, slipping through the glass window as if eager to explore the bedroom.
Feeling the familiar movements beside her, Bai Weixi lay to the side, a complex mix of emotions churning within her. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her body trembled uncontrollably, as if there was no right way to hold herself. Her mind was blank, and her heart was in her throat. She didn't dare make the slightest sound, her cheeks flushing as she listened to the other woman's unrestrained cries of passion.
The luxurious, king-sized bed, seemingly rooted to the floor, shook slightly, testifying to the unique strain it was under...
