Mingzhi strolled through the moonlit corridor, her silken black robe swaying with every graceful step. Shadows danced along the walls, unable to match the elegance of her figure.
She approached the heavy, engraved doors of her husband's seclusion chamber. Her voice rose, exceedingly soft and tender as she sang a melody.
"Would you wet your finger to touch me?~"
"Would you pinch my toes to hold me?~"
The soft clack of her heels echoed in rhythm with her heartbeat, her eyes glimmering with a mischievous look. Yet behind those eyes was also a faint allure stirring with longing.
"Would you turn my page to see my everything?~"
"Would you decipher the ink to understand me?~"
"If the page is empty, would you pen me down to etch your mark?"
"Or would you insert a bookmark to remember me?~"
