Several days later.
On a jade couch covered in soft, white demonic beast pelts.
Qiluo lay limp in Song Wen's arms, a lingering blush still on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, somewhere between sleep and waking, her posture languid.
Song Wen twirled her long, raven-black hair around his fingers, brushing the ends across her pale neck.
"That tickles!"
Qiluo murmured, her lashes fluttering slightly as she opened her eyes.
"Shall we keep going?" Song Wen asked.
His recent seventy or eighty years in seclusion had not only exhausted his mind and left him restless, but also pent up an endless blaze of desire.
"No. Judging by the date, Master will probably be returning to the sect soon. I have to get back before she does." As Qiluo spoke, she started to rise.
Song Wen's eyes brightened slightly. With a little pressure from his hands, he pressed Qiluo back down.
"Qiluo, don't you think this makes it even more..."
Another two days later.
Qiluo forcibly pushed Song Wen away, then slipped off the jade couch in a flash and began dressing.
"Master could return at any moment. I have to leave."
Song Wen did not move, remaining in the position Qiluo had pushed him into, his eyes fixed on every movement she made as she dressed.
"Qiluo, there's something I need your help with."
"What is it?" Qiluo asked instinctively.
"Help me get one of Cui Qiao's communication jade slips," Song Wen said.
Qiluo paused in the middle of dressing and looked at Song Wen in surprise.
"What do you want her communication jade slip for?"
Then a trace of scrutiny crept into her beautiful eyes.
"Don't tell me... you think she's pretty and want a taste of her charms?"
"What nonsense are you imagining?" Song Wen rolled up from