Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yan bid farewell to Madam Ye and returned to the Jade Tower by the cliff. As if reading each other's minds, they walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom.
Inside the gorgeously appointed room, gauze curtains hung around a lavish, exquisitely carved bed. A trace of allure surfaced on Ye Yan's stunning face; amidst her shyness was a hint of joyful anticipation.
She took the initiative and climbed onto the bed, arranged the covers, and sat demurely in the corner, her gaze like shimmering water, her pretty face slightly flushed.
Fang Cheng looked at her enchanting figure, smiled, and teased, "Yan'er, our duel earlier was a draw. Are we going for another round?"
Ye Yan shot him a look that was both innocent and coquettish, the very picture of someone who had tasted pleasure and wanted more.
Her jade-like feet were pressed together, her fair toes curled in slightly like a cat's paws. The shy gesture was utterly delicate and lovely.
