On the wide bed, Liang Jiu lay on his back, breathing softly, his face flushed.
His upper body was bare, exposed to the air, while his lower body was hidden under the covers.
A slender, fair finger wandered across his chest, tracing meaningless symbols.
The woman wearing a faceless mask propped her hand on her temple, half-curled beside him...
Thick snow and red dots of cherries, all flavors vanish by themselves.
Graceful curves, like a masterpiece of art.
Perfectly balanced, like a gourmet dish... and the blanket holding her was the serving plate.
Liang Jiu was already full.
Too full to move even a finger.
But the slender jade finger roaming his chest seemed to possess a certain magic.
Made him unable to resist looking to the side, at the mountains, at the waters.
Trapped in the mountains, and also trapped in the waters.
"What are you looking at?" the woman asked with a charming voice.
