The interplay of light and shadow, the afternoon sunlight coincidentally spills over the unforgettably beautiful legs in white silk of Zhu Nanzhi at a mere glance.
Pure white, flawless silk stockings cling to the sweat-dampened fair skin, white with a hint of pink, like plum blossoms in the winter snow.
Amidst the irregular breathing sounds, the toes pointing skyward stretch and curl, tugging the white silk taut and releasing, making it hard for the silk's purity to remain evident.
From the curled toes up to the straight leg lines, finally to the graceful curve of the hip, it's like a clear lake where any stone thrown would stir ripples.
Under the halo of light, the flexibility of the Cold Saintess's delicate body is displayed in its entirety.
"Husband~ I'm so sleepy~"
Zhu Nanzhi's azure eyes, usually clear, now hold a pool of autumn water, moist and blurred, delight tinged with a bit of fatigue.
