Late Night…
Neela, her silver hair cascading like flowing moonlight over her naked body, slowly opened her eyes. Her meridians had calmed, the once-chaotic Yin Qi finally in harmony.
Kent sat opposite her, his breathing slow and steady, his body a still mountain. A faint golden glow shimmered faintly from his skin — the residue of refined divine energy that now coursed silently between them.
Neela let out a breath, long and free.
"I never thought I'd feel this peace," she whispered, her voice lighter than sea foam.
Kent offered a rare, warm smile. "You always deserved it. Chaos was never yours to carry."
"Shall we begin?" She asked in a husky tone while touching his soft skin.
Soon, their bodies met and she melted in his arms.
"No… No… I can't…" She bit his shoulder in pain.
Kent sealed her lips. Slowly the yin-yang exchange happened.
