The night quietly descended, a bright moon rose from the edge of the sky towards midday, and the autumn breeze blew away the lingering heat, rustling through the camphor leaves outside the bathhouse.
In the bath, Chen Mo embraced Yu Zhu's hot and graceful body from behind, turning her delicate head towards himself, then lowered his head to capture her soft, plump lips in a tender kiss.
Yu Zhu's eyelashes slightly trembled, her eyes filled with spring-like affection gently closed, responding to Chen Mo's kiss.
As Chen Mo kissed her, he held her delicate body and stood up.
Yu Zhu's legs were long, neither fat nor thin, yet they appeared particularly powerful.
Chen Mo held her cheek in one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist with the other, kissing her from the rosy lips to her neck.
She struggled slightly, not rejecting Chen Mo's intimacy, but her constant turning to look behind was causing her neck some soreness.
