With two soft, full figures in his arms and two different fragrances filling his senses, Mo Xie felt as though he had fallen into a haven of tenderness. One careless moment, and he might lose himself in it.
He rested his chin beside their swanlike necks, his hands around their slender waists. Just as he was enjoying the company of both women, a plaintive voice sounded beside his ear.
"Xie, whose waist do you think is slimmer and softer? Yu'er's, or mine and Xue'er's?"
Mo Xie stiffened. His hands trembled around their waists, and he lifted his head from their fragrant hair to find the Ice Emperor looking at him with open curiosity.
She pouted her delicate lips and wrinkled her dainty nose. Resentment glimmered in her beautiful eyes; she might as well have had jealous written across her face.
Beside her, the Snow Emperor said nothing. But a teasing smile curved her lips, and a playful light shone in her eyes, with a faint hint of danger beneath it.
"Well..."
With both stunning women staring at him, Mo Xie had no idea how to answer. He had spent the past several days with Qin Yuer, after all, and had neglected them a little.
Guilt stirred in him. He tightened his arms around their waists and was about to lower his head for a kiss when something unexpected touched his lips.
The Snow Emperor had placed a slender finger against his lips. She watched him with a bright smile.
"Wh-what is it?"
Mo Xie felt the softness of her fingertip as he spoke. Unable to resist, he flicked out his tongue and licked it.
At the damp touch, the Snow Emperor shivered. A pink aura seemed to surround her as she caught her lower lip between her teeth and stared