Hua Jing was in a wonderland.
This place, this moment—this was heaven.
Soft music played in the background, the scent of incense and fragrant flowers filling the air, blending perfectly with the sweet aroma of wine. The dim golden lanterns cast a warm, intimate glow across the room, illuminating the figures of beautiful flower ladies draped in flowing silks.
Hua Jing was sprawled on a luxurious cushion, completely surrounded.
Soft hands brushed against her arms, her legs, her face—
Her entire face was now covered in bright red kiss marks, smudged unevenly across her cheeks, her forehead, even the tip of her nose. Lip prints of every shape and size decorated her skin, like the marks of victory left behind after a battle fought with wine and laughter.
One woman, clad in an elegant lavender robe, giggled as she leaned in to press another kiss to Hua Jing's cheek, her rosy lips puckering.