On the classically elegant carved red lacquered bed, a messy figure curled up.
Alex Bennett's gold and red attire was scattered, and her gauze outer shirt was half-stripped, gathering up behind her arms like clouds.
His forehead was slightly moist, his face was abnormally flushed, but his lower lip was bitten until it turned white. There was moisture on his slightly closed eyelashes, whether it was tears or sweat.
Her soft, thick black hair is spread behind her, and her extremely dark hair color interweaves with the rich golden red of her Chinese clothes to create a gorgeous background.
Alex Bennett lay in it, pure and coquettish, like a flower in full bloom.
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