The constellations watched in delight as heated passion was exchanged between Zhang Wang and Half Moon. Their eyes grew misty lust and cheeks painted a blooming rose.
Half Moon's pale slender hand slowly glided downward across Zhang Wang's chest before tugging and pulling at his sash.
Zhang Wang broke their kiss, the back of his head resting against the tree, breathless. There was beautiful scenery that stretched behind Half Moon, with stars twinkling brightly above rolling green hillsides and beautiful etched cliffs. But none of those things mattered when Half Moon was so much more breath-taking. He was no short of otherworldly with that stark silver hair and piercing blue eyes but what Zhang Wang truly loved the most was the warm glow of his soul.
