Chu Xuanzhen slipped his long fingers into the hair of the man in his arms, gently supporting his pale, slender neck, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
A closer look would have revealed excitement and madness mingled with that pleasure, though both were buried deep.
He lowered his gaze and pulled the man kissing his jaw closer, then bent his head to kiss those moist, red lips.
He seemed to have held himself back too much these past days, and his kisses gradually shifted from tender caresses to a storm.
Shen Yangge could barely breathe under his kisses. He reached out to gently push Chu Xuanzhen away, signaling that he should not be so "unrestrained." Yet the moment he tried, Chu Xuanzhen gripped the back of his neck, holding his fate in his hands and ruthlessly suppressing every attempt to resist.
As the kisses slowly took on a different flavor, Chu Xuanzhen lifted him. His vision spun, and then he was lying on the bed, with kisses falling on his neck, his ears, and his wrists.
They left Shen Yangge flushed to the tips of his ears.
"Wait, Your Highness, right now..."
Chu Xuanzhen's voice was low. "Behave."
That night, Shen Yangge dragged himself up to use the privy, exhausted and utterly dazed. He quickly relieved himself, then dawdled on his way back from the small side hall to the bedchamber, refusing to pick up his pace.
But he had barely stood before the beaded curtain for a moment when Chu Xuanzhen's voice came from inside. "Why aren't you coming in?"
Could he admit that he did not dare go inside?
He was scared-so scared his legs were trembling!
Just then, as he hastily took a large step back, the clothes he had thrown on haphazardly slipped from