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落日的余晖浸透了西边，火烧云映在天上，一会儿红堂堂的，一会儿金瞳瞳的，好不热闹。红紫晕染色的云光顺着玻璃窗斜斜地洒进大厦里，落在了解哜卿的办公桌上。
A man gently approached the beauty, his hand resting on the slender waist as if toying with a precious object, caressing it meticulously. Suddenly, he gave it a light pinch, eliciting a soft gasp. The man’s face was silhouetted against the light, making his expression indiscernible, save for a faint, almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his lips. His hands grew increasingly audacious—one pressing down on the beauty’s shoulder while the other stealthily unfastened the belt.
"Li Chang, how dare you!" he heard a rebuke from beneath him.
He responded with a casual chuckle and said leisurely, "I even dared to drug you—what’s this compared to that? Uncle, why is your face so flushed? Is it desire?" The words were spoken nonchalantly, yet they struck right at the beauty’s heart.
The air turned to ice. He loosened the slender constraint; fabric sighed downward like frost-touched blossoms, leaving only mist veiling a tide of early spring. A faint shimmer clung to the moonlight, tracing the suggestion of a form poised between revelation and concealment.
Silk twisted into a bond of steel, lifting tremulous light into a silent offering. He drew near—through layers of snow and gauze, his presence hovered over that dewdrop quivering upon the brink of thaw.
The heat between them intensified, stirring what lay nestled between their legs.
His breath grazed the nape of his neck—heated yet hesitant. In the faint light, their shadows drew near but did not merge. The air grew dense with each stifled breath. His fingers traced the line of his collar, light as a whisper, lingering almost undetectably before pulling away. A soft tremor passed between them—unspoken, delicate. He swallowed quietly; the space between them tightened like a drawn thread. Nothing was broken, nothing spoken, yet everything trembled on the verge.
A palpable magnetism tightened the air between them. A telltale flush warmed their skin, their breaths catching in a shared, unconscious rhythm.
这是一场独属于落日的狂欢。
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