Passion Before Parting

The night was deep.

In the master bedroom of Streamer Years Hall, a single lamp flickered like a bean.

Liu Erlong leaned against the headboard, her long hair loose, a flush still lingering on her face.

Her breathing gradually steadied, but her fingers still gripped Xiao Yun's arm tightly, as though she feared he might suddenly disappear.

"Tomorrow... is Yuehua's turn," she said softly, her voice carrying both languor and hoarseness.

Xiao Yun lowered his head to look at her and brushed aside the sweat-dampened strands of hair on her forehead. "Have you discussed it?"

Liu Erlong snorted, raising her eyes. They held both reproach and helplessness. "What else could we do? You'll be gone for one or two months. I can't just be left alone in an empty bed. Before you leave, I have to enjoy myself properly at least once."

Xiao Yun laughed. "What kind of crooked logic is that?"

But Liu Erlong did not smile. Instead, she propped herself up and looked at him seriously. "Xiao Yun, promise me that you'll come back safely."

The candlelight swayed, making her face alternately bright and dim.

Xiao Yun reached out and caressed her cheek. "I promise you."

Liu Erlong looked at him for a long time before finally lying back down in his arms and closing her eyes.

"Come on," she murmured. "Give me the ultimate pleasure."

The second night.

Tang Yuehua.

Unlike Liu Erlong's fiery passion, Tang Yuehua was more like still waters running deep.

But when everything was over, she lay on Xiao Yun's chest and lightly bit his shoulder.

"This is a mark." She lifted her head, her eyes smiling. "So that when you're out there, you won't forget that someone is waiting for you at home."

Seeing the usually graceful and noble woman like this,