Xianyu's hands paused for a moment, then he stroked Jingliu's cheek, remaining bent over as he removed her makeup.
Jingliu laughed inwardly.
He's embarrassed.
Anyone less observant really would have been fooled.
Jingliu stayed seated and reached out with both arms, trying to loop them around his neck.
Xianyu had to bend lower to accommodate her.
He lowered his eyes and asked:
"What is it?"
Jingliu gently stroked the side of his neck.
Over the past few thousand years, Xianyu had faced many dangers.
A thousand years ago, he had even suffered an injury to a vital spot.
Even when she kissed his neck, Xianyu would stiffen.
Now, he was relaxed, letting her rest her hand against his neck.
Just like Chi Yu.
Willingly exposing a soft belly to her, letting her knead and stroke it as she pleased.
Jingliu carefully gauged the faint pulse beneath her palm, her gaze growing ever softer.
"Husband."
She leaned close to his ear and said with a soft laugh:
"Your heart's racing."
The next instant, he lifted her up, moving her from the chair onto the vanity.
The vanity brought them closer together. Xianyu only needed to lower his head slightly to kiss her lips.
His beloved's hair was fine and soft. After being pinned up for nearly an entire day, it was now curled.
Though she had done nothing to style it, it looked like the loose waves a stylist would create.
Xianyu tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ears, then cupped her face in both hands and kissed her.
His breath grew hotter, burning Jingliu's cheeks red.
She lightly patted his chest, signaling for him to stop.
Xianyu picked up a cotton pad from the table and removed the last of her makeup.
She tilted her head up slightly, their