The room is extremely dark, and the only light is the sparkling waves projected on the bath from a distance, following the surging and flickering of the small waves.
A strangely twisted chandelier hung down from a height, surrounded by a decorative candle holder, and a white candle stood above it. The body of the candle was covered with tears, as if it had never been lit by anyone.
The Weeping Madonna and the Last Supper will naturally not be absent. The inverted cross-shaped ornament is hung on the bookshelf opposite the end of the bed, surrounded by a circle of withered black tulips.
Farther away, the huge rose garden sleeps in the night sky. Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can easily see the quiet appearance of the flashing fireflies outside and the moonlight.
Just in front of the French window, on the **** bed, the man put his arms around his magician from behind, sliding his fingers along the sunken line of the other’s spine, and he couldn’t put it down.
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