After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The balcony door still had a fist-width gap, through which the sea breeze blew in, causing the light-colored curtains to flutter slightly.

Lin Ye stood at the foot of Liu Tianxian's bed in her room, watching her come out of the bathroom.

A bath towel was wrapped around her body, the white cotton fabric covering her from her chest to her thighs. Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, water droplets dripping down the ends of her hair, leaving a small dark water stain on the shoulder of the towel.

She wasn't wearing slippers; her bare feet shone on the carpet, the pale pink nail polish on her toes glistening damply under the warm yellow bedside lamp. She stopped in front of Lin Ye, looked up at him, and the ends of her wet hair brushed against his arm, leaving a cool sensation.

"The door is still open," she said.

The voice was very soft, as if squeezed from deep in the throat, carrying the dampness and warmth of a recent shower.

Lin Ye looked down at her; water droplets, not yet dried, still clung to her collarbone, glistening under the light.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hooked the edge of the towel on her shoulder.

With a flick of her finger, the fabric came undone, and the white cotton bath towel slipped off her body, piling up on the carpet like a crumpled cloud.

Liu Tianxian stood there, completely naked.

The light shone obliquely from the head of the bed, casting a warm yellow halo over her.

She is thirty-five years old, but she is in very good health.

The clearly defined lines of her collarbone cast a soft shadow under the light, and the curve of her chest was natural, neither too high nor too low.

The waist and abdomen are defined by a thin layer of muscle, not the kind of hard bulges that come from training, but the firmness left by years of exercise. The V-line curves along the waist and down to the lower abdomen, then spread out at the hip bone.

The muscle lines of the thighs extend from the root of the thigh all the way to above the knee, the smooth lines that only people who exercise regularly can have, and they gleam with a honey-colored sheen under the light.

"Have you seen enough?" she asked.

Lin Ye looked up at her: "No."

She smiled, took half a step forward, and pressed her bare breasts against his chest.

He could feel the temperature of her skin, which was slightly lower than his body temperature, carrying the coolness of a recent shower, but beneath the coolness was a layer of warmth that was slowly rising.

Her arms encircled his waist, her palms pressed against his back, and her fingertips gently pressed on the muscles on both sides of his spine.

"Then take your time reading it."

Her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobe.

"Anyway, tonight will be a long night."

Lin Ye's hand landed on her waist, his palm moving upwards along her skin, past her ribs, along the curve of her lower ribcage, and resting on her left chest.

His palm covered hers, and Liu Tianxian's breath paused for a moment in his ear before becoming heavier.

He pushed her back two steps, her knees hitting the edge of the bed, and she fell down.

The mattress bounced, and her body sank into the white sheets, her wet hair spreading out on the pillow like black seaweed.

"Lin Ye," she called his name.

"Um."

"The nightgown I'm wearing today is white."

Lin Ye leaned down and pressed himself against her, supporting himself above her as he looked down at her.

She lay there, her chest rising and falling with her breath.

"So I wore this to open the door because I was prepared," she said.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her neck, starting from the hollow above her collarbone and slowly moving down the line of her neck.

She could feel the warmth of his lips. Through a thin layer of skin, his lips paused briefly as they passed her carotid artery, where she could feel her veins throbbing.

He moved down her body, past the hollow between her collarbones, and stopped when he reached her left chest.

She pulled her hands back, placing them at her sides, her fingers gripping the sheets and wrinkling the fabric.

Lin Ye lowered his head and kissed him again.

This time it was harder than before, with a rather impolite air. He gently bit her skin above her collarbone, leaving a light red mark.

She let out a low hum from her throat, loosened her fingers from his sheets, and ran them through his hair.

She is thirty-five years old and has played all kinds of women in various plays: pure, charming, dignified, and alluring.

But the way she was lying on the bed at that moment, and the sounds that escaped from her lips, were not acting.

This made her feel both strange and familiar.

Her body remembers these reactions, remembers how her skin should contract when touched, and remembers how her breathing should change in a certain rhythm.

She laughed out loud, the sound vibrating in her chest, causing his hand, which was resting on her chest, to tremble along with her laughter.

He straightened up and reached to unbutton his pants.

She lay in bed watching him do this, her gaze moving from the movement of his fingers to the lines of his abdomen, and then to his face.

His jawline was very defined under the light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

"Turn around," Lin Ye said.

Liu Tianxian looked at him.

"Turn around and kneel down."

She looked at him for two seconds, then turned over.

Lie face down on the bed, tuck your knees in and kneel on the mattress, burying your face in the pillow.

When she lies face down, the lines of her back form a smooth arc, from her shoulders to her waist and then to her hips, like a mountain ridge illuminated by moonlight.

Two shallow dimples formed at the end of her spine, rising and falling with her breathing.

The curves unfold under the light, full and rounded, the firmness from years of exercise giving those two curves a sense of elasticity.

The outline of the muscles is faintly visible under the skin, and when the thighs are tightened, two thin grooves extend from below the buttocks.

Lin Ye knelt behind her, looking down at the position.

Her knees were spread apart, and the gap between her thighs cast a faint shadow under the light.

Her bare back swelled with goosebumps in the gentle breeze from the air conditioner.

"Lin Ye?" She turned her face out from under the pillow and looked at him.

"Um."

"What are you looking at?"

"look in."

"Have you seen enough?"

"without."

She buried her face back in the pillow, her voice muffled as she said, "Then keep watching."

Lin Ye's hand fell down, his palm resting on her curves.

She trembled slightly under his palm, her skin taut with tension, but he could feel the muscles beneath the tension slowly relaxing, loosening little by little with his pressure.

He traced the curve, from the outside to the inner thigh, and then back up to the cleft of his buttocks. His fingertips brushed along the edge of the groove, but didn't go in; he just rubbed the edge.

Liu Tianxian's breathing became unsteady.

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice squeezing out from between the pillow and the sheet, muffled, with a suppressed laugh: "Are you... touching me?"

"Um."

"Can you get the hang of it?"

"You beg me."

She chuckled softly as she lay on the pillow.

Then she stretched out her arm...

The sound came from under the pillow, muffled, but every word was clear, like reciting a line that had been prepared long ago.

With a kind of nonchalant acceptance of the situation.

Lin Ye watched as she pried it open herself.