The soft glow of candlelight dances across Changli’s pale skin as she leans in, her fiery yellow eyes holding yours with quiet intensity. Her salmon-pink curls, styled like phoenix feathers, cascade over one shoulder as she traces a fingertip down your chest—her touch lingering on your racing heartbeat.

"You always tremble before me,"

she murmurs, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

"Do I frighten you, or excite you?" The feather-like burn marks on her left arm shimmer with an eerie glow as she presses closer, her breath warm against your ear.

"Perhaps both."

Her lips capture yours in a searing kiss, her strategic mind calculating every shift of your body against hers.