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Opening a side door to the cold palace, Fan Changyu spots a young woman in a maid’s uniform and a eunuch preparing to light some incense. She had gone for a walk to clear her head during dinner and had seen that man sprinting here. His mannerisms were very suspicious, looking behind constantly and hiding from the main paths. With everything going on in the palace at the moment, she went to go investigate the situation. Unfortunately, the door had not been oiled for years, and the loud creak immediately grabbed the attention of the two conspirators in the room.
Now with them both staring at her, she had no choice but to confront. The eunuch quickly lit some incense and sprinted away, disappearing into the shadows. Changyu tried to run after him, but immediately got powder thrown in her face.
Changyu immediately lifted her sleeve to her face to try to block it, but it was too late, and she could feel the mysterious powder entering her airway. She coughed, trying to expel it, to no avail. She was immediately reminded of when Butcher Gao poisoned her, and she had to stifle her rising fear.
“We tried to trap a big fish, but it looks as though a small one swam by first.” The maid said, smirking. “This will only help us, as the Marquis will be caught in a more compromising position. A maid and a general, imagine!”
Her head was starting to feel foggy, but the mention of Xie Zheng brought everything back to focus.
“What do you mean?” Changyu demanded.
“Don’t you worry, pretty girl,” the maid tittered. “We will both play a part in his downfall. No one can resist the aphrodisiac incense. Neither you nor the Marquis will be able to fight back with the Bone Softening Powder, either.”
Even in her hazed state, Fan Changyu felt panic rise. They were trying to frame Xie Zheng for taking liberties with a palace maid, and she had fallen right into their trap. She gripped onto the wall behind her, as the room started to spin.
She felt a cold hand on her cheek.
“I don’t think we will have too bad of a time, Flower General,” the maid cooed.
Changyu took her hand and bent it backwards, breaking her wrist. As the girl screamed in pain, Changyu took the opportunity to knock her out with a hand to the back of her neck.
This exertion took all remaining strength from her, and Changyu slumped to the ground. She saw the incense still burning and crawled over, needing to put it out before Xie Zheng was in trouble. Every movement felt like she was under rubble, barely able to lift her head or hands.
Agonizing moments later, she finally knocked the incense off the shelf by heaving her body against it. The incense holder dropped to the ground, shattering the ceramic into pieces. Changyu quickly took one of the shards and sliced her hand with it, hoping to gain some clarity.
As her mind sharpened a bit, Changyu was able to stomp out the smoke.
Good, she thought. Now she just had to get out here somehow before she was implicated. As she was planning her escape, the room became blurry again.
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Xie Zheng, noticing that his wife had taken longer to come back than usual, had begun to feel worried. This was already a dangerous night, as he had planned to meet with the maid at the Cold Palace to learn the truth about what happened sixteen years ago. Just as he was planning on finding a threadbare excuse to leave, a eunuch spilled wine on him.
In the chaos, Xie Zheng excused himself to go clean up. He looked for any signs of Changyu, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Even with his concern, he had to trust that she was able to take care of herself, even in this palace of snakes. Xie Zheng then headed over to the Cold Palace, hiding in the shadows along the way.
As he reached the pond in front of the cold palace, he heard some splashing. He looked over the bridge and immediately jumped in at what he saw.
It was unmistakably Fan Changyu, eyes closed and unable to get up for some reason. He reached over and cradled the back of her head, which was only mere inches above the water.
“Changyu, are you alright? What happened?” He frantically checked her pulse, and her skin was boiling hot against him, even though she was drenched in the night.
“Xie Zheng,” she whispered, clearly losing strength. “Don’t go to the cold palace. It’s a trap.”
Her head slumped over into the crook of his neck, and he shook her lightly to see if she would wake up.
Although Changyu did awaken, she started mouthing at his neck with little kitten licks. His hands around her tensed, and Xie Zheng had to quickly let go when he heard her yelp in surprise at the sudden pressure.
“Changyu, what did they do to you?” It took all his self-control to wrench her away from his neck, but he needed to know how to fix her.
Changyu’s usually clear eyes were glassy and hooded, her cheeks flushed with fever and desire.
“Xie Zheng,” she whined, trying to get close to him again, her full lips open and wet.
The Marquis felt like he had somehow reached both heaven and hell at the same time. It was clear that whatever Changyu found in the Cold Palace was meant for him. Most likely an aphrodisiac of some sort by the way she was acting, so they were trying to frame him for public indecency of some sort.
“I will get you out of here, Changyu. Stay with me.” Xie Zheng could not let anyone see her in this state.
He would not let anyone witness her when she was so vulnerable and easy to take advantage of. He pulled her out of the water easily, although she was weighed down by her full armor and drenched robes. Xie Zheng draped his cloak around her, trying to keep her warm in the evening chill.
Unfortunately, the second they got out of the water, a patrolling palace guard immediately spotted them.
“Halt! Who goes there?” His eyes widened as he laid eyes on the Marquis, formidable even as he was soaked through. “Marquis Wu’an!”
Xie Zheng’s eyes were cold, and he hid Changyu behind his back. To his dismay, she took that opportunity to nuzzle into the corded muscle of his shoulder and graze her fingers around his hips.
“I am escorting General Fan back to her chambers.” Xie Zheng needed this interaction to be over quickly before Changyu’s hands got any lower. “She had too much to partake it seems. Please let the emperor know.”
Xie Zheng also needed the emperor to realize that his subterfuge tonight has failed, and the young Marquis was well aware of the trap. The palace guard bowed, not wanting to upset the military legend.
Xie Zheng grabbed Changyu’s wrist and pulled her behind him. Thankfully, she was compliant and didn’t say a word until they were in the carriage with Xie Wu out front.
The soldier was shocked to see Xie Zheng so early and with the Marchioness bundled in his arms so blatantly. He immediately whipped his head over, not wanting to intrude on the scene.
Xie Zheng commanded to go to the Xie compound immediately and was silent as the horse took off. He knew whatever she underwent would ultimately be benign, as the emperor would have needed him to stand trial if the Marquis was trapped successfully. However, it did not quell his worries as he saw his beloved in distress. He kept an arm around her to keep her stable in the carriage as he mentally rearranged his plans to uncover his uncle’s past.
Changyu stayed tucked under his arm, somehow both shivering and overheating at the same time. She kept going in and out of consciousness, with soft moans whenever she would awake.
Xie Zheng was lost in his strategies when he felt Changyu shift. Her eyes remained closed, but she started nosing at the sensitive skin around his neck. His jaw clenched, not wanting to take advantage of her in this state. The tip of her nose was cold as she rubbed her face against the side of his Adam’s apple, but her breath was warm.
The different sensations made him feel as though he was going mad, but he couldn’t bear to push her away in case she fell over. His arm clenched more tightly around her shoulders, and Changyu took the opportunity to climb onto his lap.
She started nuzzling more intently around his neck and wrapped her arms tightly around him, as if not wanting him to be any further from her. As she settled, she sat on one of his thighs and started rubbing her warmth against him. Her movements were clumsy and desperate, and her clear inexperience was both endearing and intoxicating. As she found a rhythm she liked, her movements became more deliberate.
Xie Zheng closed his eyes, unable to endure this torture. He could feel how hot her center was, even through all the layers of robes.
“Xie Zheng,” Changyu moaned. “Please, please, won’t you help me?”
He hoped that she was quiet enough that no one outside the carriage could hear her. Not only did he know that she would be deeply embarrassed at anyone knowing that she was in this state, but he abhorred the thought of anyone knowing what she was like in the throes of desire.
As she opened her mouth again, he covered it with his hand to avoid her being overheard. To his dismay, she immediately started licking his fingers. As her warm tongue enveloped his hand, he felt as though he had no choice but to stick two fingers into her mouth, which she started sucking on immediately. The feeling of her teeth grazing his knuckles put him into a dreamlike state. He didn’t think he had ever been this hard before.
“Be patient, Changyu,” Xie Zheng pleaded quietly with a strained voice, stilling her hips with his other hand firmly around her. “We are almost back. I can call a doctor for you then.”
Changyu shook her head, her wet hair spilling all around him. Even amidst the pond water, her scent got stronger, and he could feel how soft she was under all the armor, even as strong as she was. The incongruity made him feel dizzy, thinking how firm and strong she was usually and how soft she was under his hands now.
Xie Zheng could feel her wriggle under his hands, trying to get some friction. He lifted her up slightly so that she was no longer on his thigh, his temples breaking out in sweat, more from the willpower than any physical exertion. Her arms remained around him, and he could hear her sob in frustration as she tried to press her hips down on him. He laid kisses along her hairline, trying to comfort her the best he could without going insane as she gently bit his fingers.
The carriage finally stopped at the Xie residence. He could hear Xie Wu hop off, heading over to open the door.
“Stop.” Xie Zheng said authoritatively as he held a wiggly Fan Changyu in his arms. “Have everyone evacuate the path from here to my chambers. I do not want to see a soul.”
Xie Wu went to go carry out his commands, and Xie Zheng waited a moment, wanting to make sure that everyone was gone before Changyu left the carriage.
Unfortunately, she took that moment to sit firmly on his thigh again. Changyu’s mouth immediately found his shoulder, shoving his robes out of the way, and she bit down as she started grinding on the firm muscle underneath her. Changyu moaned in relief, finally finding some reprieve from the heat that had overtaken her entire body.
Her teeth continued to nibble on the corded muscle there as Xie Zheng sat as still as a statue, losing the will to stop her but not able to touch her either. If Xie Zheng moved an inch, he would take her right there in the carriage. His head tilted back as he tried to regain some control of the situation, and Changyu took advantage of the new territory, tracing the tendons there with her tongue.
As he felt her teeth graze his ear, he snapped. He gathered her up in his arms, and kicked the carriage door open, breaking it completely off the hinges. He held her in one arm as he made his way through the pavilion to his personal rooms. Mercifully, the Xie workers had followed his orders and were absent.
Changyu was half slung over his shoulder, and she took the opportunity to grab his ass. Xie Zheng sighed, not knowing why the world needed him to have the patience of the Bodhisattva in this moment.
He deposited her down softly by the bathtub, which the staff had prepared with warm water beforehand. The perfumes and oils he had gotten for her beforehand for a future visit were on the shelf, and he poured them haphazardly into the steam.
The second he put her down, she clung onto him in protest. He gently pried her arm off, although it took most of his strength to do so.
“I’m just getting the bath ready for you,” Xie Zheng explained softly. “You’re drenched and going to get a fever otherwise.”
She was surprisingly compliant as he took off her outer robes, leaving her only in a single black layer. Changyu looked up at him, her usually clear eyes glossy and full of trust. He carried her into the bathtub after making sure it was still warm enough for her.
Now only in his inner robe as well, Xie Zheng grabbed a towel to wipe down Changyu’s face and neck. The second he got within arm’s reach again, she pulled him swiftly towards her, slotting her mouth against his.
Her hand grabbed the back of his head, holding him firmly in place, as if he would be anywhere else. Xie Zheng let her pull him in, getting lost in the embrace as Changyu made sure every inch of their skin was touching. Even with the warmth of the water, Changyu was burning. Although he wasn’t exposed to the aphrodisiac, it felt as though his blood was on fire all the same as he felt the plush softness of her breasts against his firm chest.
He pushed her away, needing some space to collect himself. To his horror, tears immediately welled in Changyu’s eyes.
“Do you not want me?” Changyu could not figure out why her husband had abandoned her so in her state.
Xie Zheng saw her become self-conscious, even as he was distracted by her wet hair sticking alluringly to her neck and chest, as if it were a path for him to follow.
He immediately pulled her back in, kissing her with the same ferocity she showed him earlier. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting the leftover sweetness from the wine she had earlier.
“I always want you,” Xie Zheng said hoarsely, holding her face in between his hands. “I just don’t want to do something you will regret tomorrow. I do not want to dishonor you.”
Changyu laughed softly, tilting her cheek into his palm, and looked up at him through her lashes.
“Why would I regret anything with you, husband?” This time, when she reached up to kiss him, he held her back with an arm around her shoulder.
“Who am I?” He demanded, needing her to know who he was before consummating their marriage, even as fire raged in his throat at the thought of her mistaking him for anyone else.
Changyu looked up, her eyes the clearest they had been all night.
“Yan Zheng,” she said, with mischief in her tone. “Xie Zheng. Marquis Wu’An. My matrilocal husband. Won’t you take care of your wife?”
Xie Zheng’s restraint broke, not being able to take anymore of her seduction. He pulled her in, her robes spinning around her as if she were a water fairy. His teeth gnawed on her shoulder in retribution for her words.
Changyu gasped, tilting her head back onto the edge of the tub. Xie Zheng trailed his lips upwards in the same manner she did to him in the carriage, marking her along the way. He bit her behind her earlobe, reveling in knowing that he would leave a mark, and Changyu let out a sharp moan in response. Her arms gripped tightly around his back, and the pain as she held onto his newly healed whip scars grounded him amid the overwhelming sensations.
“You drive me insane,” Xie Zheng gritted out against her collarbone, his hands trailing downwards.
Changyu gasped as they trace along her breasts, delving under her robe. His left hand played with her nipple, thumbing it, as his right hand trailed downwards.
“Please, please,” Changyu begged, not sure what she was even asking for. Her hands gripped onto the ledge behind her. He took both her hands in his and kissed her fiercely, trapping her under his body.
“Shhhh,” Xie Zheng murmured against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
His right hand continued its path, finally reaching its destination. He parted the soft curls there, and almost came on the spot as he feels the soft wetness at her center. Changyu cried in relief after hours of torture. He circled her clit with his thumb softly, and she immediately started grinding down on his hand. Xie Zheng laughed softly and pulls his hand back.
“So impatient,” he teased. After she stills, he started circling her clit again, taking note of which movements got the biggest reaction out of her.
“I need,” Changyu gasped as he traces her opening with feather light fingers. “I need more. Xie Zheng, it’s like I’m on fire.”
“I’ll take care of you, wife.” Xie Zheng plunged one finger into her, immediately obsessed with the warmth there. Changyu moaned, clenching around him. As she tightened around his finger, he couldn’t help but imagine her on his cock in the same way and bit down on her shoulder to stay calm as he started fingering her in a steady rhythm.
After a few moments, he added a second finger when it felt like she was ready. Even in the low light of the bath, Changyu glowed. Her mouth was half open, overwhelmed by the new sensations. He couldn’t help but imagine that same mouth wrapped around his cock, but he focused on taking care of her in the moment.
Xie Zheng rubbed his thumb against her clit in harmony with his wrist movements in the way she seemed to like most, and it only took a few moments for her to spasm around him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, not wanting to miss a moment.
Changyu’s entire body clenched as she came for the first time, and she slumped over Xie Zheng in the water as he idly grazed his fingers along her folds. She felt a little more awake now that she had orgasmed, but the heat was still building up in her lower abdomen.
“Xie Zheng, I need more.” She demanded again, pulling him closer again.
Changyu could feel his length against her thigh, firm and hot. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and she could feel herself getting wetter at the thought of finally being with her husband.
She started grinding down on his member, and Xie Zheng groaned loudly. Her skin was still scorching hot, but the water was getting cold. He reluctantly pulled them both out of the tub and quickly wiped them down with towels to prevent Changyu from getting a fever. She didn’t make the process easy, trying to touch and kiss him the entire time.
He finally just picked her up again and plopped her down lightly on the bed. Changyu leaned back, resting on her forearms, nude as the day she was born. Xie Zheng couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he thought there could be no one as beautiful.
Xie Zheng walked over to her, slowly and deliberately. His broad shoulders blocked out the lights behind him, appearing more of a shadowy predator than human.
Changyu, fearless, reached her hand out, as imperious as an empress. At the sign of it, he knelt at the foot of the bed next to her and delicately laid a kiss on the inside of her ankle. It had been so long since he first saw her feet in the foot bath, and he had only become more obsessed with her since then.
“Xie Zheng,” Changyu pleaded. “Come to bed. Don’t make me beg.”
He smiled against her calf, where he was laying soft kisses.
“But you’re so beautiful when you do.” He grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer to him, her legs dangling off the bed now.
Xie Zheng continued lavishing attention on her legs, moving upwards and alternating between soft kisses and bruising bites. Changyu couldn’t bear it, the soft torture of him being so close to where she needed him and yet so far.
“Xie Zheng, please,” Changyu broke, pleading, trying to nudge her hips closer to him even as he had her pinned down in his large hands.
He looks up from between her legs, eyes as dark as the devil.
“You’re going to have to be more precise in your orders than that, general.” He sucked another bruise into her inner thigh. “Tell me where you would like your loyal soldier.”
Changyu, not able to take the heat building up in her, firmly pulls his head in towards her center instead of responding. He groaned, not being able to take his wife taking control of the situation in such a lewd way. Xie Zheng pressed down on his erection, trying to stave off his own orgasm.
Xie Zheng licked a broad stripe up her slit, gathering up all her slick. He dropped a filthy, open-mouthed kiss directly at her center, and she is reminded of the domineering way he kisses her mouth. Her legs fell open even further as more slick drooled out of her, and Changyu tried to grind her clit up against his beautiful face. Xie Zheng was no longer even looking at her, putting all his attention onto her sex.
He learned quickly what Changyu liked, focusing on her clit with his tongue while plunging two fingers back into her center. Xie Zheng ate her out with the same single-minded devotion that he put into his work, cataloguing every reaction and seeing what made her hips fly off the bed.
It was both helpful and hot that she was so responsive at this moment, which only spurred him to find bigger reactions out of her. Her slick and his spit dripped down his chin as he continued to lick into her, and he felt her clench again around his fingers, wetness covering his face. He continued to lap at her through the aftershocks until she pulled him up by his hair, no longer able to bear the sensation. Even dazed, her heart skipped a beat at seeing her put-together husband so undone, with the lower half of his face drenched and his lips swollen and full.
Xie Zheng immediately grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely, wanting her to taste the remnants of her own desire. Changyu hooked a leg around his lithe waist, holding him in place. This brought her aching slit in direct contact with Xie Zheng’s cock, and she sighed in relief as she rubbed her pussy up and down his length.
Xie Zheng groaned against her cheek, his sharp eyes never leaving her face.
“Xie Zheng, won’t you take care of your wife?” Changyu said breathily into his ear. “I want you.”
He looked down at her, hair cascading around her head and shoulders, entranced. Xie Zheng grabbed his cock in one hand, slowly pushing into her soft center. He watched her eyes closely, ready to stop at any sign of discomfort. Changyu wriggled around a bit, trying to get used to the new sensation. Xie Zheng immediately held down both of her hips with his firm hands, jaw clenched.
“If you want me to be good for anything tonight,” he said, muscle popping in his cheek. “You will stop moving like that.”
Changyu wrapped her arms around him, sighing happily at feeling him completely inside her. Like this, it was if they were truly one being, inseparable.
“You are always good to me, my dear husband.” She laid a soft kiss against his cheek, clenching down experimentally. “Now, make love to me.”
Xie Zheng moaned, not knowing how he was so lucky to have been saved by such a goddess. He was helpless to do anything but what she wanted and started moving. Xie Zheng tried to hold back at first, not wanting to hurt her. As he dragged himself in and out softly, he felt Changyu kick him the back with her leg, similarly to how she spurred on a horse.
Her eyes were bright and glassy, affronted by how delicately he was treating her. Did he not know that this was his wife, a war general and a butcher?
“Xie Zheng, move.” Changyu said authoritatively, grinding her pussy to get him deeper, fed up with his actions. “If you don’t, I’m going to –”
Her voice cut off as he slammed into her, eyes dark. Changyu’s leg was in the crook of his elbow as Xie Zheng set an intense, rapid rhythm, and she could feel his cock piston in and out of her, hitting a spot in her that she didn’t even know existed. Her head tilted back as she gulped for air, quickly becoming overwhelmed by what she asked for.
“Is this what you wanted, my A’Yu?” He bit her ear, and Changyu was unable to answer under the flood of sensations.
She was pressed into the bed, unable to escape his onslaught. She could hear the sound of her pussy squelching around him, and the thought of how much he had marked her only made her wetter.
“This is what my wife needed,” Xie Zheng panted into her ear. “You didn’t want your sweet Yan Zheng. You needed to be fucked hard. This husband apologizes for not treating you the way you wanted.”
He continued rutting against her, not giving an inch of space. In this moment, she saw a glimpse of the fearsome conqueror hiding behind the sheepskin he willingly put on for her. He put his thumb on her clit, mercilessly pressing down as he thrust into her, and it took only moments for her to fall apart again.
Instead of stopping and letting Changyu catch her breath, Xie Zheng continued to press into her wildly, hair falling around his face. Changyu could feel herself getting overstimulated, her nerve endings in her pussy lighting up with every thrust. But the heat remained, and she clung on tightly to him, trusting that he would take care of her. Xie Zheng buried himself to the hilt, electing for hard, shallow thrusts that Changyu tried her best to meet despite her exhaustion.
Changyu felt the warmth of his seed inside her as he came, and he collapsed on top of her, holding back some of his weight not to squish her. Changyu sighed happily, despite how sticky she had become.
He pulled out of her slowly, and Changyu winced due to the discomfort. Xie Zheng rested his hand on her cheek, checking if she was okay, and Changyu laid a soft kiss on his fingers. She looked up, seeing how exhausted he was trying to hold himself up and asked the same question she asked in Lin’an.
“Do you want me on top?” Xie Zheng raised an eyebrow and flipped them over with one corded forearm around her, as if he couldn’t bear to be away from her for a moment.
Changyu rested on her hands, every inch of her skin touching his. Her wide eyes looked him, and she could feel herself becoming self-conscious at her own nudity when the now-familiar heat suddenly returned.
“Xie Zheng,” Changyu said urgently, nosing at his chest.
Xie Zheng could feel her pussy against his thigh, now starting to dampen again. The aphrodisiac must still be in her system, he surmised. He brushed a hand against her folds to confirm, feeling a new wave of wetness cover his fingers.
“You’re just gagging for it aren’t you?” Xie Zheng said, pressing down on her clit, making her gasp. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, the sticky sounds getting louder as she got wetter, driving him crazy. He teased her for another moment or two, caressing her folds but avoiding her clit and keeping his fingers outside of her. His hands, so deft from all his sword training, were being put to their best use now, taking care of his wife.
Changyu whined, pushing her hips down onto his hand to try to get him where she needed with no avail.
“You don’t need my fingers,” Xie Zheng soothed her mockingly. “They’re not enough for you anymore. Not now that I’ve fucked you.”
He finally placed one finger into her as she sobbed in frustration.
“Tell me what you need.” Xie Zheng demanded, moving his finger in and out of her in a glacial pace, avoiding that spot inside her he found earlier.
“Xie Zheng, I need you.” Changyu cried out. “I need your cock in me.”
Xie Zheng immediately grabbed her hips, lifting her as if she was as light as a feather and slammed her down as he thrust into her.
“That’s right,” Xie Zheng growled, as he moved her up and down his length, as if she were nothing more than a toy for him to find his pleasure. “Only I can do this for you. Only I can see you like this.”
Changyu tried to meet his thrusts with her own hips, but his hands were firm, not letting her move an inch. She knew he would leave bruises on her hips, and she reveled in being able to see herself later and remember how much he wanted her.
Changyu felt as though her head was full of cotton, unable to think of anything but his name. Her head rolled back, her mouth half open and full of drool as she felt unable to even swallow. His name was all she could say, and every time she did, he thrust even harder into her.
She could feel the now familiar pressure start back up, and as it was about to overwhelm her, Xie Zheng switched over to slow grinds, fully sheathed into her.
Changyu’s eyelids flew open in bewilderment, as he suddenly robbed her orgasm from her. His hands finally fell from her hips, groping her breasts with casual ownership.
“Tell me,” Xie Zheng demanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
He pinched her nipple in punishment when Changyu stayed silent, trying to piece together his words when she was so close to coming.
“Xie Zheng, I’m yours.” Changyu said, starting to move up and down on his length on her own, finding her own pleasure.
Her hands reached behind her, grabbing his strong thighs for stability, as she started moving up and down purposefully. Xie Zheng attached his teeth back to her neck, sucking another mark, one more dark flower amongst the garden he had made tonight.
Changyu started riding with more intention as she felt another orgasm coming, and her abdomen and thighs tensed with the exertion, her strength clearly visible. Xie Zheng thought she couldn’t be more desirable. As her movements became faster and clumsier, Xie Zheng started rubbing at her clit as he licked her nipple. The overwhelming sensations finally brought her over, and Changyu screamed as she came again.
When she came back to, she was laying on her stomach, a soft blanket around her and cleaner than she fell asleep. She could feel Xie Zheng laying soft kisses at the small of her back, and there was a soreness to her hips that was different than her usual training stiffness.
Xie Zheng noticed the moment she became awake, and his kisses became more purposeful, hotter and wetter, as he made his way up her body. Changyu grimaced, feeling as though all her muscles had been through the wringer.
“A-Yu, I don’t think the aphrodisiac has worn off yet.” Xie Zheng said, throaty, enveloping her with his body. “We should make sure it is completely out of your system before the night is over.”
She whined, unable to move an inch. Xie Zheng wrapped one hand around her neck and pulled her towards him, and Changyu fell back into the haze.