Xu Yi lay sprawled across the mahogany desk, her chest heaving in frantic, uneven bursts that made her generous curves ripple in the amber twilight. The authority she wore like armor had been stripped away, leaving behind a raw, shimmering vulnerability. As she looked at Shen Yu, drenched in her essence, his white hair damp and clinging to his forehead, yet looking utterly triumphant, a wave of exquisite, burning shame washed over her.
"My Lord... I... I'm so sorry," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to pull her trembling knees together, feeling the slickness of the desk beneath her. "The mess... I've ruined your robes. I've behaved so... ungracefully."
