C78 Mekare's Second Degree

Second time lying on a bed, so close.

Chen Fangyao was just like a wild lily in a valley. She was gorgeous, fragrant, graceful, and tough with the wind and rain.

Like a painting, like a wisp of the mountains and rivers of Gui Lin, elegant, magical.

Like smoke, it was gentle and hazy, peaceful and tranquil.

Like a song, like a gushing waterfall, bright and unrestrained.

Like water