"Cloud-like hair and floral beauty with golden hairpins, nestled in the warm Hibiscus bed through the spring night.
The bitterness of a short spring night rises with the dawn, from now on the monarch won't attend court early."
On the spacious and soft bed, the man mumbled these two lines of poetry from his hometown, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, as if savoring the taste.
He glanced at the two jade-like, tired and satisfied faces beside him, and Luo Chen smiled faintly, gently pushing aside the smooth arm draped over his chest, lifting the plump thigh pressed on him, and slowly sat up.
Trying not to disturb the two women, Luo Chen covered them with a thin blanket before stepping down from the bed.
Casually throwing on a silk robe, letting his hair fall down his back, he walked barefoot out of this tender land.
The cold tiles on the floor gradually brought Luo Chen back to his senses as he walked along.
