He could feel Bai Xingluo’s fingers, each joint subtly rising and falling, every rough callus developed from years of training.
The familiar feeling was magnified beyond measure.
Tong Sui bent down, his face buried in the soft cloak, damp strands of hair sticking to his cheeks as beads of sweat gathered under his chin.
He was like a red spider lily, enticing every traveler to pause, ensnared by the thick crimson hue.
The warm yellow candlelight in the room gently draped him in even more colors.
Sweat trickled slowly down from his chin like morning dew hanging delicately on the tips of petals, sparkling and fragrant.
When the dew fell, it was caught just in time.
The warm candlelight could not penetrate Bai Xingluo’s eyes; they were thick and complex, like a demon hidden in the night, feeding on flesh and blood, having starved for thousands of years.
He opened his mouth.
Sharp teeth grazed the soft side of his neck lightly.
He savored the warm beads of sweat flowing through his veins, as if with a gentle bite, he could pierce the tender skin.
Sensing his movement, Tong Sui, already too drunk to distinguish between people, lazily lifted the edge of his soft cloak just a little.
The black feathers, slightly wet with dew, gave a charming crimson at the corners of his eyes, resembling a small herbivore that had foolishly jumped into the hands of a hunter, seeking help.
“… Please, no more.”
The skin at his neck, once as pure as snow, had begun to show seductive marks.
His lord really was too delicate.
Bai Xingluo leaned closer; his thin and sharp lips had already absorbed the warmth of the mundane world. “Why not? My lord, you cannot imagine how much I miss you.”
“Every moment, I long for your name, worried that you will fall ill and not receive treatment. I despise myself; it was not because of my words that you had to endure so much pain.”
“Pain, you say?”
Tong Sui could not recall any pain; what he bore was not even a fraction of Bai Xingluo’s original agony.
Yet Bai Xingluo grunted in acknowledgment, his voice hoarse and rough, imbued with deep yearning. “Let me make it up to you, let me make you happy just once.”
He began to lean downward.
Like igniting a fire, wherever he passed, small flames flared up; on the overgrown plains, a gust of wind would sweep the flames across.
“No,” Tong Sui crossed his legs, “Luo Luo, let’s stop playing, okay?”
“My lord, I am sorry, but I cannot do that.”
The rough servant’s uniform strained against his movements while kneeling, the fitted fabric of his pants stretched to the limit, as if it would rip at any moment.
“I can use my mouth to unbutton it for you, but it is more suitable for something else.”
The white gloves representing respect and distance were tossed aside onto the carpet not far away.
If someone were to inadvertently stumble into this dim bedroom, they would surely be astounded by the scene before them.
An unappreciative servant dared to humiliate his exalted master.
Such actions would be enough to see him expelled from the palace, perhaps even condemned to the harshest of punishments.
But no one would come.
That heavy, thick door was shut tight; even though countless female insects were imagining and idealizing, no one dared to disturb the rest of this newly graduated prince.
They thought that it was due to intoxication and exhaustion that the soon-to-be-sleeping Tong Sui had flushed cheeks, as he passively enjoyed the servant’s attention while seated in an opulent chair.
Time passed without his notice; the long night thickened, and the candlelight diminished considerably.
Inside the room, besides the faint incense, lingered a special scent.
Tong Sui, in a panic, tried to find a piece of paper.
However, Bai Xingluo’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he brushed his lips, wanting more, his gaze fixed intently on him.
“You… can spit it out…”
Tong Sui’s voice was barely audible; he was already soaked, as delicate as freshly harvested bamboo shoots.
Doing such a thing felt a bit disrespectful.
How could he be this wicked?
Forcing someone to do so much in a dream, and then…
Tong Sui furtively lifted his gaze, catching a glimpse of Bai Xingluo’s lips, which were much redder than usual, causing his cheeks to redden instantly.
Meeting that heavy gaze, he shyly lowered his head.
“I can’t bear to.” Bai Xingluo stated, “This is my lord’s gift, and I will cherish it completely.”
“Stop talking,” Tong Sui felt as though he was about to explode from embarrassment; “You must be tired, get up.”
“Um, a little.”
When Bai Xingluo stood, his knees had already gone numb, but it didn’t stop him from bending down and lifting Tong Sui into his arms.
“My lord, you took a long time.”
The feeling of weightlessness made Tong Sui’s heartbeat quicken.
Thump, thump.
His heartbeat was clearly audible.
Bai Xingluo chuckled softly, and Tong Sui immediately buried his face into his embrace like a camel burying itself in sand, protesting quietly:
“Don’t laugh at me…”
The two bodies pressed together emanated heat, both scorching.
Bai Xingluo lowered his head, kissing his still crimson ears, cheeks, and even his lips. He found it increasingly adorable and simply couldn’t pull away.
His lord.
Forever belonging to him.
Shy, delicate, easily flushed, leaving marks with a mere touch.
Tong Sui was kissed into a daze; every inch of him was thoroughly indulged, like a cat being groomed, soft and pliable. He didn’t even notice when they rolled into the cat’s den.
Until the soft, cool quilt was pulled up, covering the cat.
“My lord, sleep now.”
His voice came from behind, and only then did Tong Sui blink groggily, reaching behind to clutch at his clothing.
The soft pads of his fingers grazed the rough fabric of the servant’s attire.
“Luo Luo, are you leaving?”
Tong Sui, exhausted after the release, was now barely clinging to his last thread of awareness, his voice muffled and unclear.
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