Tantai Feiyue's long, cyan silk hair cascaded down, spreading across the water's surface like a bolt of the finest satin, rippling gently with the waves.
A sensation from beneath the water made Lin Changheng's breath catch in his throat.
The steam grew thicker, blurring their vision, yet heightening their sense of touch.
At the same time, the rippling water pushed them together and pulled them apart, their bodies brushing close one moment and drifting away the next.
Outside the window, under the veil of an Array, a Night Primrose quietly bloomed. Its subtle fragrance drifted in, mingling with the increasingly ragged breaths inside.
Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting fragmented spots of light upon the water. They shimmered and danced with every movement, like a shattered galaxy spilled across the pool.
...
That evening, someone from the Xu Family arrived with an invitation.
