On the white carpet, Ling's clothes were strewn about. The air was thick with the lingering scent of recent passion.,A delicate, oval face with beautiful features, as white as snow. Her shoulders are covered in darkness, but you can just see the red marks left by Lu.,Jun Xuan stared at Cheng Li Yue, his eyes lingering on the bedsheets, blankets, floor, and every piece of furniture in the room. His mind went blank for a moment.。