Inside the curtain, on the soft pillow of the bamboo bed, a woman in green clothes, with her robe half-undressed, stretched out her jade fingers to clasp the man's chin, and asked in an enchanting manner: "Why do you say that with skin-to-skin contact, I am yours?"
The man had hard features, slightly raised sword eyebrows, and his open shirt exposed the strong muscles of his chest. He played with the woman's long black hair and said casually: "You are already mine, what do you have to ask?"
The woman in green leaned her shoulder closer to the man, and her orchid-like and musk-like breath sprayed onto the man's face. Her eyes were as charming as silk, and she asked in a sweet voice: "Why do you say that I am yours, so I can't have physical intimacy with others?"
With a little force, the man grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down. His handsome eyes glared at her: "You are already mine! Do you still dare to think about others?"
The woman in green clothes giggled non-stop, almost choking with laughter. She touched the man's face with her soft and boneless hand, her eyes flowing: "Mr. Zhang, you people are so funny!"