The sound of the gold and jade leather belt falling to the ground made Shu Wang Li Yi wake up instantly. His heart skipped a beat, and he hugged the woman in front of him with a low exclamation. Her silk dress had a layered flowing texture, carrying a wisp of cold fragrance of Xin Yi flowers across his forehead, face, and lips, and the dust settled in his arms - hanging down to his feet was a corner of light grape purple silk, with a light cyan silk skirt twisting in the palm of his hand. The white shirt was nestled against his chest, like a half-open wisteria.
Her story is full of pride in the bed, starting from getting drunk and striking golden branches, but ends with the falling flowers like a person falling from a building.