Meng Yan moved with a slow, agonizing grace, the heavy crimson silk slipping completely from her shoulders to pool upon the floorboards. She lowered her pristine, naked form onto the silk-draped massage bed, lying flat upon her stomach. She buried her flushed face into the soft, embroidered pillows, her long, midnight-black hair cascading over the edge like a waterfall.
To anyone else, it would be a scene of unparalleled, heavenly beauty. But Shen Yu's golden eyes saw the truth beneath her flawless skin. Her pale back trembled violently. The dormant Lunar Fire was rebelling, pooling heavily in her Dantian, freezing her blood and warring with the sheer, unprecedented vulnerability of laying bare before a man.
