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Xiao Chiye’s body temperature was running hot. He was bathed in sweat all over after riding for half a night. He retracted his hand and continued to disrobe, looking at Shen Zechuan as the latter sat up and asked, “Have you eaten tonight? I’ll look for something to fill your stomach. I met the courier horse delivering your letter on my way back, so I intercepted it, and now the letter you wrote me is with me.”
Shen Zechuan, who had been making to get off the bed, paused. He lowered himself and watched Xiao Chiye from that position with a hint of seduction in his gaze, “Where is it?”
Xiao Chiye raised a finger and tapped at his chest.
Shen Zechuan extended his right hand in an expectant gesture to ask for it.
Xiao Chiye placed his armor to the side and rose with his hands on his knees, staring at Shen Zechuan as he did so. “Want it back? Come get it yourself.”
Shen Zechuan felt a tingle run down his spine from Xiao Chiye’s gaze. He felt his way to Xiao Chiye’s chest and slid the pads of his fingers down along his chest. All he could feel was Xiao Chiye’s sweat-drenched muscles. He whispered in a soft voice, as if he did not seem to understand, “Give it back.”
On the surface, Shen Zechuan still had the dazed look of one still not fully awake, yet his fingertips were feeling Xiao Chiye out with ease and familiarity. His fingers wandered, mindlessly and almost imperceptibly, not minding in the least to let Xiao Chiye know that his appearance now was merely an act.
Xiao Chiye relaxed his breathing, afraid that he would lose himself to his own desires and devour Shen Zechuan clean in just a twinkling of an eye. He seemed to be unmoved, using only an ardent gaze to pursue Shen Zechuan.
Shen Zechuan felt all over that sturdy torso, his breaths intertwining with Xiao Chiye’s as he moved. They pressed close together in this position, one higher than the other. Shen Zechuan’s expressive eyes glistened with ripples of desire. Despite this, he still spoke guilelessly, “Ce’an, I can’t find it.”
Xiao Chiye allowed Shen Zechuan’s fingers to do as they pleased. He tilted his head slightly, catching a waft of Shen Zechuan’s scent.
Seizing the moment, Shen Zechuan pressed his cheek to him and nuzzled against him. The satiety brimming in the corners of his eyes took hold of Xiao Chiye’s heart, clenching it.
As he perspired, Xiao Chiye laughed out loud—a brief, harsh sound. He set his palm on the small of Shen Zechuan’s back, pulling him so close that Shen Zechuan was practically pressed against him in his embrace. There was no distance between them as they kissed, neck to neck. But while Shen Zechuan was kissing him, Xiao Chiye was biting him.
As Shen Zechuan was pinned down onto the bedding, he swiftly extended his arm and placed his injured left hand onto the nape of Xiao Chiye’s neck. The bedding sunk down under their combined weight. Shen Zechuan’s inner garment was in disarray, and as Xiao Chiye kneeled with his head lowered to look at him, a fan fell out.
Shen Zechuan picked the fan up. He had only just grasped it in hand when he saw the letter fall out too.
Xiao Chiye made to pick up the letter, but the sharp-eyed Shen Zechuan deftly used the folding fan to push the letter aside to the edge of the bed. Immediately after, he flipped the folding fan over and propped it against Xiao Chiye’s chin, then lifted his head and planted a kiss on Xiao Chiye’s lips.
Xiao Chiye did not appear to notice his actions, absorbed as he was in the kiss to the point he was roused and poised for action.
Both of them had not done it in quite a while, so now that they had finally just met, Xiao Chiye went along with Shen Zechuan’s teasing. As though he had reached the end of his patience, Xiao Chiye fondled Shen Zechuan until Shen Zechuan was flushed red all over. Waves of passion crashed into Shen Zechuan to the point that he trembled uncontrollably. Shen Zechuan had learned well, no longer the picture of inexperience like he had been back in Qudu.
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Qiang Jin Jiu (Author : Tang Jiuqing 唐酒卿)
Historical Fiction*Revised from translated team and intended for offline purpose only* The six prefectures of Zhongbo were surrendered to foreign enemies without resistance, and Shen Zechuan found himself apprehended in the capital, reduced to a state of utter disgra...