His dark eyes were tinged with surging desire, as if looking at them for even a moment would overwhelm him.

His kisses gradually moved downwards, gliding over Su Tiyue's slender, smooth neck.

...

Then, she took off her clothes.

Beneath the pajamas lies a vast and enchanting landscape.

Su Tiyue's body was tense, and scattered pleasure and pain spread silently along with his increasingly disordered breathing.

Xiao Zhangyin's tongue not only seemed flexible, but also adept at everything he did.

Her two long arms were not idle either, slowly moving down along her slender waist.

With a slight exertion of his arm, he lifted her up, and suddenly revealed two fair and slender legs.

The faint blue veins and pale green lines on his arms were faintly visible.

Su Tiyue's face was rosy and slightly flushed.

She knew, and she was prepared, but she was still afraid.

Her fingers traced the hair of Xiao Heye, whose head was drooping over her, slowly slipping into his hair. Her fingertips tightened and then loosened.

This was repeated... in an attempt to alleviate the tension.

Xiao Heye's blood was boiling, and he felt an overwhelming urge to pounce on her and meld her into his own body.

But Su Tiyue always had that delicate and fragile demeanor, and she was too easily hurt. If you touched her even slightly, she would whimper and cry out in pain.

Although he was eager to do so, he was afraid of frightening Su Tiyue, so he could only patiently tease and entice her little by little.

A hand covered in calluses caressed the smooth, delicate skin.

Wherever he went, he would inexplicably evoke shivers in her.

The air was filled with a scent that made one blush and their heart race...

"Mmm..."

Su Tiyue couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he teased her. She quickly shut her mouth, her cheeks flushed.

...

A night breeze drifted in through the window, carrying a slight chill.

Su Tiyue trembled all over.

The quiet room gradually filled with the soft, tinkling sound of golden bells.

The man's eyes welled up with emotion, and Su Tiyue finally couldn't help but cry softly.

Then came her soft, low sobs.

"...Waaaaah."

Tears welled in her eyes, her cherry-pink lips parted slightly, uttering indistinct sounds, making her look pitiful.

Xiao Heye frowned, bent down to kiss the teardrop at the corner of her eye, and his deep, husky voice rang out: "Your Majesty...who am I?"

"The seal of the palm... Xiao's seal."

Her voice was beautiful, like a clear spring flowing gently in a mountain stream.

Her gentle demeanor was now tinged with weakness and frailty.

"Hmm?" Xiao Heye snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Su Tiyue thought for a moment, then whispered again, "Xiao Heye..."

He curled his lips into a smile, his face beaming, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Su Tiyue felt as if her body was about to shatter, and even her cries had stopped...

In my hazy consciousness, I seemed to hear Xiao Heye's deep, hoarse voice saying, "I love you..."

Seeing that Su Tiyue's eyes were tightly closed and she showed no reaction whatsoever.

Xiao Heye said it again, "Yue'er... I love you."

The room was filled with a tender and lingering atmosphere, so thick it was almost impenetrable.

*

When Su Tiyue woke up, she was so tired that she couldn't move a single finger.

The warm, soft quilt covered her body; it was smooth and soft, but her whole body ached and she felt weak.

The marks on her neck and chest were from last night's lovemaking; her skin was delicate, and those marks were particularly noticeable.

Last night, Xiao Heye was really scary...