The Dragon Gate Inn is on fire.

Rainy night inn, the broken golden jade is gently lifted by the Queen's mouth, wetly cuddled with a half full of XUE color and warmth, and the two are getting closer to breathing, and Quil's mouth is down, her finger is scratched, but the rain brings more tremors, the sound of the rain is covering up, the fire is in the small room, the night is entangled, the pain and the pleasure are woven, and no one can put out this taboo heat again.