Jiang Yuan didn't mind the situation; what was meant to happen would happen. She just didn't want to seem too eager, fearing Lin Kong might take advantage. As she pondered, she felt a sudden looseness at her waist...
Looking up, she saw Lin Kong holding a pure white sash, unmistakably her own belt.
With her clothing loosened, Jiang Yuan felt her ears warming. "Kong'er, are you in such a hurry?" she asked, somewhat speechless.
Lin Kong waved Jiang Yuan's belt triumphantly, her eyes filled with mirth. She leaned down to smooth Jiang Yuan's disheveled hair, using the sash to cover her eyes.
As the soft sash blocked her vision, Jiang Yuan's senses heightened. Simply feeling Lin Kong's movement on her stirred her imagination. A bit apprehensive, she pleaded, "Kong'er, no need to tie my wrists, right?"
Gently smoothing the folds of the sash, Lin Kong insisted, "No, you bound me before, so it's only fair."
Their intimate moments were few, and by their unspoken rule, it was Lin Kong's turn. She wouldn't miss this chance.
Jiang Yuan could already picture the scene, fearing it would be impossible to get up the next day. She tried to negotiate, "I promise I won't move. Tying is uncomfortable, and with your skills, you shouldn't fear a counterattack from me."
Lin Kong considered this, reluctantly agreeing, "Alright, then just hold your hands above your head, pretending the ropes are invisible."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
That night was filled with both shame and pleasure.
The next morning, Jiang Yuan awoke feeling sore and weak. Lin Kong's stamina, honed by martial arts, allowed for endless flexibility, making last night feel like a martial arts demonstration.
She rubbed her aching waist, feeling sticky discomfort between her legs. Glancing at the sleeping Lin Kong, she sighed and tried to get up to wash, but Lin Kong's embrace held her snugly.
Carefully trying to rise, Jiang Yuan accidentally touched a sensitive spot on Lin Kong, whose lashes fluttered open. "Kong'er, time to wake up," Jiang Yuan said.
"Wife, why are you up so early?" Lin Kong asked sleepily. Seeing the red marks on Jiang Yuan's chest, her face reddened with the memory of last night's excesses. She glanced at Jiang Yuan, worried, "Wife, are you still sore?"
Jiang Yuan blushed, "Hush."
Lin Kong wisely retreated under the covers, "Okay."
Jiang Yuan eyed her, suspecting Lin Kong had sneaked a look at her hidden spring pictures, explaining her knowledge of such bold positions.
Seeing Lin Kong hiding, Jiang Yuan went to wash herself. Returning with breakfast, she tapped Lin Kong's face, "Get up and eat. We need to travel soon."
Lin Kong nodded, "Okay."
After breakfast, they leisurely headed back to the capital.
During their absence, Jing Anrui and Xiao Yichen hadn't progressed in their relationship. Still, being together was Jing Anrui's greatest joy in years. Hearing of Jiang Yuan's return and with the capital now stable, Jing Anrui wanted to reward them and summoned them to the palace.
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