Chapter 297: A Few Things After Marriage 6

Qin Yinong: [I'm the soft bottom.]

The three members of Room 405 nearly fell backward in unison.

Wen Shuxian snapped back to reality first, typing rapidly: [Whatever you say is right 🙏]

Cui Jiaran: [Seconded]

Since Qin Yinong was now Fu Yujun's direct superior, she naturally wouldn't contradict her, replying with a "thumbs up" emoji.

Qin Yinong: [🎉 Good fortune and great prosperity 🎉]

Qin Yinong: [🎉 Good fortune and great prosperity 🎉]

Qin Yinong: [🎉 Good fortune and great prosperity 🎉]

The maximum amount for a single lucky red envelope in the group was 20,000. Qin Yinong didn't even blink as she sent out ten in one go.

It was like a celestial maiden scattering money.

Wen Shuxian might not be the brightest, but she had great luck. Eight out of ten times, she managed to grab more than the average amount, and once she even snatched 19,000. On the other side of the screen, she was grinning from ear to ear, spamming "Thank you, boss" stickers.

Wen Shuxian: [If I'd known earlier, why would I bother filming? I could've made my fortune just by collecting red envelopes.]

Cui Jiaran: [I only got 100 from the last one. Is this even human?]

Fu Yujun tallied up the total amount she had grabbed from the red envelopes and transferred it to Guan Han.

Guan Han: "???"

Fu Yujun: [Unexpected windfall. Keep it safe for me.]

Guan Han: [Am I your mom?]

Fu Yujun: [A manager is half a mom. Darling, hurry up and accept it.]

Guan Han didn't reply further, but she also didn't return the money.

Tang Ruoyao poked her head out from under the covers, watching Qin Yinong smiling at her phone. She slowly sat up and quickly stopped Qin Yinong from sending out the eleventh red envelope.

"What are you doing?"

"Sending red envelopes," Qin Yinong said, handing Tang Ruoyao her phone. "Here's yours too. Open it and claim it."

Tang Ruoyao didn't have time to ask how she had joined the dorm group. She immediately tapped to open the unclaimed red envelope. Her luck was decent—she had been the luckiest three times and had grabbed around 60,000 to 70,000 in total.

Tang Ruoyao felt dizzy looking at the amounts in the red envelopes.

She held back for a moment, then said calmly to Qin Yinong, "You can't just spend money like this, even if you have it."

Qin Yinong waved her hand cheerfully. "We're all family."

Seeing how happy she was, Tang Ruoyao sent another 20,000 red envelope to the group.

Wen Shuxian: [Holy cr@p!]

Not to be outdone, Wen Shuxian sent: [🎉 Good fortune and great prosperity 🎉]

After all, she was once known as the "Money-Making Queen." It was one thing to snag some benefits from a senior like Qin Yinong, but even Tang Ruoyao was throwing money around like it was nothing, making her seem stingy.

Cui Jiaran, the poorest in Room 405, skillfully sent: [🙏 Thank you, boss 🙏]

Cui Jiaran: [Being able to join this group is the greatest fortune of my life 😢]

Wen Shuxian: [Why haven't we seen Lao Fu around? She's been grabbing red envelopes but staying invisible.]

Wen Shuxian: [Lao Fu, come out for a beating @Fu Yujun]

Fu Yujun: [🎉 Good fortune and great prosperity 🎉]

Wen Shuxian: [Don't think sending a red envelope can cover up the fact that you've been slacking off. Were you secretly looking for Assistant Guan? @Fu Yujun]

Fu Yujun: "!!!"

For once, the usually slow-witted Wen Shuxian had accidentally stumbled upon the truth at this critical moment.

Fu Yujun sent a "lying down" sticker, tacitly admitting it.

The others started gossiping again, not even minding that Qin Yinong was in the group.

Qin Yinong rarely participated in the youngsters' gossip, but she found it quite amusing, especially since the hidden subject of the gossip was her long-time assistant. She watched with great interest.

Tang Ruoyao said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Qin Yinong didn't even look up. "Go ahead."

Tang Ruoyao pouted.

She first confirmed that the group chat hadn't started another video call, then lifted Qin Yinong's face with one hand.

Qin Yinong blinked, her defenseless expression giving her an air of innocent naivety. With her stunning, fox-like features, her pure gaze only made her more captivating.

Tang Ruoyao knelt on one knee in front of her, leaning in to kiss her.

Qin Yinong dropped her phone and wrapped her arms around Tang Ruoyao's neck.

Tang Ruoyao went to the bathroom to shower.

Qin Yinong savored the lingering sensation and nearly typed in the group chat: "Tang Ruoyao is really the Top."

But since that topic had passed, she didn't want to share their private affairs further, so she quietly browsed the gossip, occasionally chiming in. As Guan Han's former boss and still her employer, her presence in the group made the gossip even livelier.

[How far have you gotten?]

[If you haven't hit a home run, you're not our beloved Lao Fu!]

Qin Yinong: [Guan Han comes from a martial arts family, so her stamina must be pretty good [thoughtful]]

The three roommates: "..."

Impressive, as expected of Sister Qin.

Fu Yujun failed to beg for mercy and resorted to playing dead to escape the situation.

Qin Yinong had wanted to join Tang Ruoyao's dorm group for a long time—not out of possessiveness or to monitor her, but simply to see how she interacted with her roommates. However, she had always been too embarrassed to ask, worried it might invade her privacy. Even though Tang Ruoyao understood her well, she wouldn't have thought of such a minor detail. Now, Qin Yinong had seized the opportunity to join the group openly and quickly bonded with Tang Ruoyao's roommates.

After Tang Ruoyao finished her shower, Qin Yinong pretended to casually ask, "Is it inappropriate for me to stay in your dorm group?"

"Why would it be inappropriate?" Tang Ruoyao patted the soft comforter, lay down, and pulled the fragrant woman into her arms.

Qin Yinong nestled against her and said, "Well... won't they feel awkward?"

Tang Ruoyao had just scrolled through the "99+" messages in the group chat while she was showering and chuckled, "Do they look awkward to you?" She kissed the woman's forehead, her lips trailing down from between her brows. Just breathing in her scent made Tang Ruoyao feel intoxicated.

"But..."

Tang Ruoyao had already reached the corner of her lips and murmured, "No buts. They adore you."

"And what about you?"

"I love you."

No matter how many times she heard sweet nothings, they never grew old. Tang Ruoyao could clearly feel Qin Yinong's lips curving into a smile as they kissed.

Tang Ruoyao cupped her face with her left hand, kissing her deeply, while her right hand deftly turned off the last bedside lamp.

The next morning, Qin Yinong had no filming schedule, so she fully embraced the role of the submissive bottom. On their third wedding anniversary, Tang Ruoyao knew her even better than she knew herself—every inch, every detail.

Qin Yinong clenched the bedsheet tightly with her fingers, her slender, distinct knuckles bending into an elegant curve.

The moonlight was soft and hazy. The hotel curtains weren't as light-blocking as the ones at home, allowing a faint, hazy glow to seep through.

Tang Ruoyao's long hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks, making the contrast between black and white even more striking. She helped Qin Yinong, who had just calmed down, sit up and pulled her into her embrace, enveloping her once again with an inescapable passion.

They kissed face to face.

Qin Yinong buried her face in the damp, sweaty hollow of her lover's neck, holding her as they rose and fell together.

......

Before going to sleep, Tang Ruoyao set Qin Yinong's alarm two hours later, squinting at the time displayed on the screen—2 a.m. They had grown increasingly in sync in this regard, both abandoning the all-nighters that disrupted sleep and instead focusing on perfecting the process. Not only did it not leave them drained the next day, but it also contributed to their sustained physical and mental well-being.

Qin Yinong had always taken good care of herself, looking no older than her late twenties at thirty-four. Now, with the added glow from their int!mate moments, her complexion was rosy, her skin supple and firm, making her appear several years younger.

After rinsing her mouth, Tang Ruoyao returned and knelt beside Qin Yinong, who was sitting in a rattan chair on the balcony reading a script, gazing at her intently.

Tang, the big dog, often liked to crouch beside her, and Qin Yinong was used to it. She freed one hand and gently stroked Tang Ruoyao's head.

Suddenly, Tang Ruoyao let out a theatrical sigh.

Qin Yinong turned a page of the script and spared her a glance. "What's wrong?"

Tang Ruoyao said, "Did you see the recent hot searches online?"

Qin Yinong replied, "No, what did they say?" She had never been one to browse the internet much, and since joining the crew, she had practically gone offline, living up to her reputation as an old-fashioned soul in private.

A hint of melancholy crept into Tang Ruoyao's tone. "They all say you're getting younger and more beautiful." She didn't mention the part about "returning to the peak of your looks," because in her heart, Qin Yinong would always be at her peak.

Qin Yinong chuckled. "Isn't that a good thing?" She had noticed it herself and secretly rejoiced. When dating someone younger, one always worried about aging faster than their partner. Now, seeing her skin return to the state of her mid-twenties, she couldn't be happier.

Tang Ruoyao fretted, "But you look twenty, and I'm already twenty-seven."

Qin Yinong: "..."

She set down the script, took a deep breath, and beckoned to Tang Ruoyao. "Come here, baby."

Tang Ruoyao stood up and happily scooted closer.

Qin Yinong firmly pinched her cheeks with both hands. The plump collagen in that face almost made her fingers slip—she couldn't get enough of it.

If Qin Yinong had reverted to her mid-twenties, Tang Ruoyao looked no older than eighteen. Flawless, with skin so fine and dewy that not a single pore was visible—tender and radiant. Qin Yinong, unable to contain her frustration, bit her cheek.

Tang Ruoyao hissed in pain, and Qin Yinong immediately blew on the spot to soothe it.

"Smooth talker." Qin Yinong scolded, switching to gently kneading her earlobes.

Tang Ruoyao puffed out her cheeks, a girlish expression that made her look even younger—not just like a college student, but a high schooler. She whined, "I really am worried. You have no idea how many people see you as their dream lover."

It was just jealousy, and Qin Yinong, the queen of jealousy, had never lost at this game.

"What about those people flooding your Weibo comments calling you 'husband'?"

"I've told them not to shout that, but what can I do if they don't listen?"

"I don't care." Qin Yinong turned her head away.

Tang Ruoyao gently turned her face back, but Qin Yinong averted her gaze again, refusing to look directly at her, pouting in a huff.

Qin Yinong now had so much—healthy family bonds, friendships, and love—allowing her to face everything with an objective and peaceful attitude, no longer guarded against the world. All of this was brought to her by Tang Ruoyao. Tang Ruoyao was her window to the world, the sturdiest wall before her, and the strongest shield behind her.

Tang Ruoyao was always different from anyone or anything else. She was her, and everything else was just that—everything else.

When it came to Tang Ruoyao, she was consistently jealous and petty, easily set off by the smallest things. Of course, this was inseparable from Tang Ruoyao's utterly unconditional indulgence.

Tang Ruoyao V: [Wife, I love you, Qin Yinong]

Tang Ruoyao's Square Shoulders: [The PDA might be late, but it always arrives]

Paper Folding Flowers: [I did the math, it was due around these two days. Sure enough, Tang Ruoyao posted it]

A Single Piercing Arrow: [I just finished breakfast, and here's another hot bowl of dog food, burp]

No Profile Pic Change Until I Lose 10kg: [Isn't the film set enough for you two to show off? Now you're flaunting it on Weibo too, I'm so jealous. This floor is open for girlfriend applications, DM if interested]

Qin-Tang Forever: [Is it because Boss Qin got jealous again?]

Tang Ruoyao showed this comment to Qin Yinong. At that moment, Qin Yinong was in a bright mood after being coaxed and hummed a couple of times, saying, "What do you mean, 'jealous again'?"

Did she get jealous that often? It was just a small bout of jealousy every five days and a major one every ten days, that's all. Tang Ruoyao's frequent declarations of love to her on Weibo were all clearly recorded there.

She didn't have to ask, but Tang Ruoyao would always confess her love.

As for how the netizens found out, it traced back to an interview program a year ago. When the host asked about their relationship, Tang Ruoyao, who always seemed to be in a sweet, passionate phase, smiled with curved eyes and inadvertently let it slip.

She didn't outright say that the reason for every Weibo confession was because her beloved at home was jealous, but she did mention that her lover had a bit of a jealous streak because she loved her so much. As she spoke, her eyes sparkled like brilliant stars, the aloof flower instantly turning into a sweetheart, making viewers in front of their screens cover their mouths, their teeth aching from the sweetness.

What are netizens? Modern-day Sherlock Holmeses. CP-fandom netizens can outdo ten Sherlock Holmeses. So, they pieced things together, linking Tang Ruoyao's sudden out-of-character post the year she went public—a lyric that went, "Sister's legs aren't legs, they're the spring waters of the Seine"—with a later interview where she expressed discomfort with fans using inappropriate terms. Case solved: Tang Ruoyao was a doting wife maniac!

She was willing to ruin her own image just to cheer up her jealous wife.

From then on, every time Tang Ruoyao made a public confession, CP fans would say: We're fed, we're fed, it's the couple's little marital fun.

But Tang Ruoyao's solo fans weren't having it. Why was Qin Yinong so quiet while Tang Ruoyao kept confessing madly? Wasn't that too unfair? Solo fans pleaded earnestly in Tang Ruoyao's comments, with the more extreme ones cursing and threatening to unfollow if she didn't stop being Qin Yinong's "lapdog."

This even led to rival fans pushing the issue onto the hot search. Many uninformed netizens were swayed by the fans, thinking Tang Ruoyao was being submissive and shouldn't be with Qin Yinong. Ningning, whose origins remained a mystery, was dragged out again as a target, with claims that Tang Ruoyao was a "step-in" partner. The attacks grew, eventually escalating to slandering Tang Ruoyao's character.

Tang Ruoyao directly fired back in a post, holding nothing back: [To those fans who take a few words out of context, jump to conclusions, and concoct some self-righteous drama about saving someone from the brink—if you're so good at adding plotlines, why not break into the acting industry? What are you doing being fans? I'm living happily and in love with my partner; who asked for your opinion? Mind your own business!]

This bold stance won support from many netizens who had long been fed up with fan culture, but it also caused turmoil within Tang Ruoyao's own fandom.

Tang Ruoyao didn't care in the slightest—she had no need to rely on fan economy. After repeated purges in the fandom, only those who blessed her and Qin Yinong remained, at the very least, others learned to keep quiet and pretend not to see their affectionate posts.

Meanwhile, Qin Yinong's studio adeptly filed lawsuits against those spreading rumors.

Qin Yinong had once considered increasing public appearances with Tang Ruoyao, even jumping on the trend of joining a couples' variety show or spending more time online—whenever Tang Ruoyao expressed love, she'd repost and comment to interact. But Tang Ruoyao vetoed all of it.

"Don't force yourself for irrelevant people." she insisted. If Qin Yinong disliked something, Tang Ruoyao would never let her do it.

When behind-the-scenes footage from the "Wu Zetian" set was released, it unexpectedly dispelled some misunderstandings that Tang Ruoyao was a humble licker [a derogatory term for someone overly submissive in a relationship]. Seriously, anyone with eyes could see how dependent Qin Yinong was on Tang Ruoyao, practically wanting to become an accessory hanging off her all day, following her everywhere.

Who wouldn't want such an incomparably beautiful and clingy big sister? It was crazy desirable!

In the sapphic community, where everyone has a thing for older sisters, Qin Yinong's true nature—versatile in both dominant and submissive roles—was exposed, instantly ranking her third in the community's "Sapphic 101." The center position belonged to her wife, Tang Ruoyao, who had held it for three consecutive years, unshakable.

Tang Ruoyao, the aloof beauty, could be cast as any icy female lead in the entertainment industry—long legs, slender waist, stunning and charismatic, deeply devoted and loyal. By the time she turned twenty-five, an age where she could be called "big sister", the community went wild, overwhelmingly voting her to the top spot.

In Qin Yinong's annual "harem selection" post, the officially announced Tang Ruoyao pushed Lin Ruohan, who had long held the central palace position, down. Lin Ruohan was demoted to a consort, thereafter rotating among the four consort ranks. Notably, Qin Yinong had clashed with Hao Meihua several times, and netizens, always eager for drama, rooted for their love-hate dynamic. One year, Hao Meihua even surpassed Lin Ruohan's rank.

Lin Ruohan: "???"

Lin Ruohan shared the selection post on Weibo: [Why is Hao Meihua ranked higher than me? I refuse to accept this!]

Netizens only grew more enthusiastic, pushing Hao Meihua and Lin Ruohan's votes further apart.

Furious, Lin Ruohan buried herself in Ren Xingyue's arms, and Ren Xingyue "comforted" her all night long until Lin Ruohan finally felt better. Later, she accidentally used Ren Xingyue's account to check the voting post and discovered that Ren Xingyue had voted for Hao Meihua.

Lin Ruohan: "..."

Lin Ruohan flew into a rage, turning the household upside down.

She ran away from home to seek refuge with Qin Yinong, who was so startled she went missing overnight, hiding away with Tang Ruoyao for some alone time.

Since getting back together, these two had pulled such stunts frequently. At first, Qin Yinong worried they might break up, but it turned out to be their idea of fun. Just as Qin Yinong was earnestly advising them, Ren Xingyue would show up to pick Lin Ruohan up, and she'd immediately snuggle sweetly into her arms, their affection making Qin Yinong unable to watch.

Qin Yinong: "..."

Fine, if she couldn't handle it, she could at least avoid it.

Matters of the heart are personal, and Qin Yinong never criticized others. She was still a novice herself, feeling her way along, though she and Tang Ruoyao had almost no need for adjustment. As Tang Ruoyao wrote in her love letter: She was the missing half of Tang Ruoyao's circle, together, they formed completeness.

In Tang Ruoyao, she found the deepest, richest, and broadest meaning of life.

Sometimes Qin Yinong would reminisce about the early days—how they coincidentally met, how they secretly developed feelings for each other, and how they struggled and endured their love in this difficult world.

She had once regarded Tang Ruoyao as a lifeline, and later, that lifeline truly saved her life, as well as her future.

"Do you believe in fate?" One late night, as these thoughts surfaced, Qin Yinong looked down at Tang Ruoyao, who lay nestled in the crook of her arm, eyes closed and on the verge of sleep, and whispered the question in the hazy moonlight.

Tang Ruoyao didn't open her eyes, but as if guided by countless memories, she tilted her face up and accurately kissed the woman's lips.

"I do." she said, then shifted to find a more comfortable sleeping position in the woman's embrace.

Qin Yinong pressed her lips close to Tang Ruoyao's ear and murmured softly, "I believe it, too."

On the day "Wu Zetian" wrapped up filming, the set was exceptionally lively.

Not only did the members of 405 come to support Tang Ruoyao, but Lin Ruohan and Ren Xingyue also showed up. Even Han Yuping made an appearance, along with other friends. The unprecedented turnout left Director Robin utterly stunned.

In the end, Qin Yinong never quite figured out how such a crowd had flocked to the set just for the wrap-up of her film.

That day, amidst a sea of pink bubbles, Tang Ruoyao presented Qin Yinong with a bouquet of pink roses. The surrounding crowd erupted into wild applause and cheers, with colorful streamers swirling overhead before drifting down. For a moment, Qin Yinong almost felt as if she were getting married for the second time.

"Kiss! Kiss!"

Lin Ruohan and Wen Shuxian shouted the loudest, straining their voices.

Qin Yinong wrapped an arm around her lover's waist and gave Tang Ruoyao a light kiss on the lips before pulling away. "Satisfied?"

Lin Ruohan yelled, "Not enough! A French kiss! Three minutes!"

Qin Yinong, holding the bouquet in one hand, almost threw it at her in frustration. But remembering it was a gift from Tang Ruoyao, she restrained herself and instead tossed the freshly received wrap-up red envelope. Her aim was spot-on—Lin Ruohan caught it with both hands and tucked it into her embrace.

"Thank you, boss!" Lin Ruohan whistled.

As the lead actress, Qin Yinong's red envelope was quite generous.

Qin Yinong scoffed, "Lucky you."

The wrap-up party was also filled with a huge crowd. After the dinner, Qin Yinong arranged another get-together for the people who came to support them. They partied all night long, eventually falling asleep all over the private room, looking nothing like the glamorous celebrities they were in public.

Only Qin Yinong, the reincarnation of the God of Wine who could drink thousands of cups without getting drunk, was still laughing at the end.

Ren Xingyue lay on the sofa, with Lin Ruohan sprawled over her, drooling a long streak that soaked the collar of Ren Xingyue's shirt. Lin Ruohan occasionally smacked her lips, sleeping soundly.

Qin Yinong recorded the scene on her phone, laughing as she filmed.

Tang Ruoyao, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed from drinking, sat beside Qin Yinong. Her words were slurred as she asked, "Baby, what... are you doing?"

Seeing her adorable, unsteady state, Qin Yinong immediately abandoned filming Lin Ruohan, stopped the recording, and started a new video focused solely on Tang Ruoyao.

Even drunk, Tang Ruoyao retained her sensitivity to the camera. She raised a hand to cover her face and mumbled, "Don't film... no filming..."

"Let me film you for a bit," Qin Yinong pleaded, angling for a better shot.

"No," Tang Ruoyao hiccuped. "Can't... film."

"Not even for your wife?"

Tang Ruoyao parted her fingers slightly, peeking through as if trying hard to recognize the person in front of her.

Qin Yinong feigned hurt. "You don't recognize me?"

"I recognize you." Tang Ruoyao stared at her unblinkingly for several seconds, sweet dimples appearing on her cheeks, her voice overly sweet as well, "Wife, hug."

It nearly made Qin Yinong lose control.

Qin Yinong let out a soft sigh, switched her phone to selfie mode, and went to embrace her little drunkard.

Tang Ruoyao hugged her contentedly, their soft and feverish body warmth pressed tightly together. Qin Yinong was so intoxicated by her sweetness that she lost all reason, her heart stirring restlessly. Sensing this, Tang Ruoyao tugged at her collar and murmured, "It's hot..."

Then she began calmly undressing.

"!!!" Qin Yinong quickly grabbed her hands to stop her.

Tang Ruoyao opened her dazed eyes and said pitifully, "Don't you like me anymore? Why won't you have me?"

Qin Yinong found it hard to explain her dilemma.

Her phone had long been tucked back into her pocket. The two of them tussled back and forth, accompanied by Tang Ruoyao's whimpering sobs.

Lin Ruohan woke up on the sofa. Sleepily, she took in the scene before her and clicked her tongue: "Morals are declining."

She then leaned down and bit Ren Xingyue hard on the lips, waking her up.

Ren Xingyue instinctively held her tightly and shielded her behind herself. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Lin Ruohan pinched her chin, turned her face toward her, and kissed her.

Neither of them had sobered up, and their kiss was fiery and reckless. Immediately, the private room filled with sounds that made one blush.

The other people, scattered here and there, were either influenced or not, but the couples among them started kissing and holding each other.

Qin Yinong: "..."

What kind of group deb@uchery was this?

Her sharp eyes caught Fu Yujun walking straight toward Guan Han, who was sleeping with her head bowed in a chair. Fu Yujun cupped the other's face and kissed her.

Qin Yinong: "..."

Even drunk, she could walk such a long distance—impressive.

Qin Yinong took a deep breath, searched for a song in her music app, turned the volume to maximum, and stood in the center of the room holding her phone high. Tang Ruoyao clung to her arm like a koala.

"Namo hē là dá nà duō là yè yē..." The solemn and reverent chant of Buddhist scriptures instantly filled the private room. Qin Yinong, playing "Great Compassion Mantra," wore an expression of righteous dignity.

All sounds ceased.

Lin Ruohan pushed away the increasingly unruly Ren Xingyue, who pouted in grievance—after all, Lin Ruohan had initiated it, only to push her away now. Lin Ruohan, whose family included elderly members who practiced Buddhism and often visited temples, steadied herself against the sofa and stood up shakily. She lifted her face, her unfocused eyes gazing toward the imagined Buddha.

Even Tang Ruoyao, who had been incessantly rubbing against Qin Yinong, quieted down. Obediently, she held onto Qin Yinong's shoulder for support, though her head still spun dizzily. Qin Yinong wrapped an arm around her waist.

Those on the floor all sat up, those who didn't remained as docile as chickens. Only a couple remained unconscious from start to finish, like Wen Shuxian, who was still drooling and giggling, perhaps dreaming of something delicious. She grabbed Cui Jiaran's nearby arm and bit down. Cui Jiaran slapped her away, and Wen Shuxian mumbled something before tilting her head and continuing to sleep.

Fu Yujun, who had taken advantage of the situation, could no longer continue kissing and obediently straightened up.

When Guan Han woke up and saw Fu Yujun standing before her, she calmly met her gaze for two seconds before turning to look at Qin Yinong, who stood holding her phone aloft like a beacon of Buddhist light.

At an angle Fu Yujun couldn't see, she pressed her moist, thin lips together.

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