The music below was lovely, but Ningguang preferred a different kind of harmony—one made of hushed moans and velvet laughter behind closed doors. The real party didn’t begin until she slipped away from the crowd, gliding like moonlight through silk screens to her private chambers high above Liyue.
Only the most trusted—and tempting—were invited.
And once inside, the Tianquan made very clear who was in charge.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Lucas Tavares
2025-04-08 15:37:53 +0000 UTC