The tide of passion slowly receded, and the room seemed to be covered by a layer of gentle, tranquil gauze, with a warm atmosphere diffusing through the air like silky threads.
Chen Nan and Su Qing lay in a close embrace, their skins still glistening with sweat from their recent fervor. Under the ambiguous and dim lighting, their skin shimmered like the stars in the night sky, seemingly whispering the intensity and affection of moments before.
In the depths of Su Qing's eyes, the light of remnant longing flickered, tangled with love and an indescribable adoration.
She nestled her head deeper into Chen Nan's strong and warm embrace, as if it was the most comforting resting place in her life, her soul's eternal safe harbor.
Chen Nan encircled her with his powerful yet supremely gentle arms, his fingers like a lively breeze, tenderly stroking her bare shoulder, each caress murmuring endless cherishment and profound affection.