Milan has fallen asleep, her beautiful face still bearing the flushed remnants of passion. She curled up like a child, her silky long hair spread over the pillow. Her long eyelashes trembled lightly in sleep, her silky back exposed beyond the thin blanket. Her body's alluring curves formed a devilish arc at her slender waist, her full hips creating a round ripple on the blanket. In the small room, lit only by the wall lamp, there was a breathtaking beauty and allure.
Tian Xingjian gently and slowly got out of bed, covering Milan's exposed, cream-like delicate back with the thin blanket. He stood quietly at the bedside, gazing at the beautiful woman who finally belonged to him, unsure if he felt joy or confusion. He slowly got dressed, leaned over, and planted a gentle kiss on the sleeping Milan's face, whispering softly, "On the day we ultimately achieve victory, let's get married." He turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
