The long night was serene, with silver-grey moonlight draping over the earth like a thin and delicate chiffon veil, transporting one into a dreamily beautiful sensation.
In the quiet completion of her infiltration, Brynhild took a glance at the figure lying sideways and deeply asleep on the bed, and finally made some sort of resolution. She raised her hand to untie her breastplate and partly removed the Swan Feather Weave, revealing her exquisite collarbones. Her silver hair cascaded over the contours of her chest, blending and contrasting with her jade-like skin.
"Cough cough..."
Just as she bit her cherry lips and placed her hands behind her back to unfasten her bra, a deep cough came from the bed.
Brynhild's body stiffened immediately, and her purple pupils contracted sharply.
Noticing the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Luo En yawned and waved his hand, saying:
"Go back, there's nothing here that needs you to do."
