About ten or so hours passed, they indulged in pleasures, over and over again. Until they felt utterly satisfied, as if two sugar cubes had dissolved in hot water, spreading from their bones to their blood. The secret chamber was extremely warm, so hot that one wouldn't sense it was winter.
The bedsheets were restored again and again because, not wishing to tend to them, Farosa always requested Xu Yang to remain inside.
Xu Yang loved those little details—the high frequency at which Farosa constricted and engulfed him, as if she possessed a Little Galaxy within her. Had Xu Yang not been experienced, he would have been uprooted entirely. It was dangerous, yet he enjoyed it. Their nerves connected like wires, their joy, freedom, and stickiness intertwined.
Xu Yang's hands embraced her delicate and tender shoulders. A gold chandelier hung from the ceiling, with twenty-four candles burning brightly, making him feel as if he'd returned to the Middle Ages.
