The Curtain of Night

The man walked toward her slowly, each step radiating an irresistible allure.

His low, resonant voice rang in Su Wanqing's ear.

“Take off your clothes. Get on the bed.”

He had drunk a lot. The bargain he proposed was simple and direct, yet it left her with a jumble of emotions.

Su Wanqing nodded. In that moment, she handed everything over to him.

The light in the room grew softer, and more suggestive.

After their passionate encounter, Su Wanqing lay on the soft bed. Moonlight spilled like water across her delicate skin, coating it in a faint silver glow.

The ends of her hair were lightly damp with sweat, glistening and lending her a languid, captivating beauty.

Yet inside, her emotions rippled and churned, unsettled.

She stared at the ceiling, replaying every detail of his touch in her mind.

His fingers seemed almost magical. Each subtle touch was like a boulder thrown into a still lake, sending wave after wave across the surface until she could no longer control herself.

There was an undeniable air of authority about this man, and every move he made left Su Wanqing unable to resist.

Yet he was never rough. He was careful at every turn, revealing his refinement. It was easy to mistake that refinement for affection!

She was both fascinated by him and captivated by the mystery she couldn't quite fathom.