Early Autumn, the cool breeze lightly brushes by, the hanging gauze curtains are gently swaying, inside the curtains, someone is sleeping, breathing evenly.
Outside the window, the Moon is bright, the cool moonlight shines on the sleeping person's face, tranquil and peaceful.
The gauze curtain is lifted by a slender hand, the hand that lifts the curtain reaches out toward the sleeping face.
Just as the fingertips are about to touch her face, the person in slumber suddenly grasps the hand almost touching her face, her lying body agilely springs up, twisting the other's hand behind him.
But the person reacts quickly too, his body shrinks and lowers, pinning the woman's hand with a counter move.
The two begin to exchange blows atop the nanmu bed adorned with begonia carvings, back and forth for just twenty-odd moves, the visitor is pinned beneath the woman, his neck pressed sideways by her arm.
