Warm Dreams
The night is dark, the moonlight is like frost, and it is facing the Moon Palace.
The plain curtains were stacked one after another, and the red candles were swaying, reflecting the overlapping figures on the bed.
"Master, can you let me go?"
"No."
Ji Mingxiu half-leaned on the couch, looking helplessly at Su Yuanbai, who was lying on his shoulder and still holding his wrist tightly. He never expected that the man who was so serious and cold on weekdays would be like this when drunk.
"think……"
The clear aroma of wine lingered around him, mixed with Su Yuanbai's slightly hoarse voice, making Ji Mingxiu feel a little dizzy for no reason.
He lowered his head slightly, approached Su Yuanbai, and asked softly, "What does the Imperial Master want?"
"I want to drink some water..."
Su Yuanbai murmured in a hoarse voice.
This……
Ji Mingxiu looked at the square table that was three feet away from the bed, tried moving his wrist, and finally decided to call Qiu Ling in.
"Autumn……"
Before he could finish his words, Su Yuanbai reached out and covered Ji Mingxiu with his hands. The two of them fell on the bed together, their plain and dark robes entangled, and the ambiguous aroma of wine quickly spread.
Wait, why are you doing this again? Don’t I have any respect?
Ji Mingxiu held Su Yuanbai's hand, trying to break free from his restraints, but Su Yuanbai held his hand back.
“Don’t go…”
Su Yuanbai placed Ji Mingxiu's hand on his heart, and his hoarse voice was filled with sadness.
"pain……"
Hurt? No, where does it hurt? If it hurts, go see the imperial physician. What's the point of telling me?
Ji Mingxiu was really finding it increasingly difficult to understand the Imperial Master's every move today.
Su Yuanbai leaned over, and their chests pressed tightly together. The beating heartbeats seemed to penetrate into their bones, and they fell into the swamp of depression together.
"His Majesty……"
His voice was intermittent, and the red corners of his eyes and the slightly drunken blush merged into one, appearing particularly clear on his jade-like skin, as if he had endless grievances to vent.
"The Chaoyue Palace is in need of a book boy..."
The Imperial Master has always disliked being disturbed. Chaoyue Palace has been so deserted for so many years. Why does he suddenly want a book boy?
Could it be that the Imperial Master has been too lonely all these years, Ji Mingxiu guessed secretly, this is indeed my negligence.
"Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow."
"I want... the dancer at today's banquet..."
Can someone with thin arms and legs do it?
Ji Mingxiu was a little skeptical, but he nodded anyway. He was also worried about how to arrange for the dancer who was the tribute to Loulan.
"good."
"I would like to..."
Su Yuanbai approached slowly, his misty eyes filled with moisture, and he panted and whispered in Ji Mingxiu's ear.
"Your Majesty is pleased."
!
Ji Mingxiu was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"Your Majesty, if you don't say anything, that means you agree."
Su Yuanbai's rising and falling breathing moved lightly from his ears to the corners of his lips, and a feeling of oppression followed. Ji Mingxiu avoided Su Yuanbai's deep and fiery eyes in a panic.
“I… um!”
Before he could open his mouth, Su Yuanbai leaned forward and kissed him. The aroma of wine spread between his lips and teeth, and the fragrance was overflowing and full of spring.
Beside the bed, curtains and robes fell together, and a tenderness as gentle as water flowed between the black and white.
Hot, too hot...
Ji Mingxiu seemed to have fallen into a complex, humid and hot maze. Every inch of his skin was stained with the intoxicating aroma of wine, and he could not see the end.
The moon is shining brightly, the red candles are burning in the warm tent, and no one can remain sane in such a warm spring environment.
The fire of desire began to burn from his heart and lungs. Su Yuanbai lay down obediently under Ji Mingxiu's strength and handed over the initiative.
The charming red marks are reflected on the snow-white skin, like gorgeous roses, blooming between each other.
"His Majesty……"
"It's here..."
Su Yuanbai gasped in the surging waves, guiding Ji Mingxiu to the correct entrance.
The flowing fire broke through all shackles, the crimson falling petals were as beautiful as a dream, with faint fragrance floating in the air.
"National Master...National Master..."
The boy's eagerness is like a crisscrossing vine, which once entangles him will become more and more suffocating.
"I am here..."
The passionate entanglement and the hoarse breathing that came and went crushed the unspeakable feelings.
The clouds break, the moon comes out, and the flowers play with shadows. The heavy curtains cover the lights.
At the corner of the square table, the breeze came in from the closed window, brushing over the scattered books, blowing up the yellowed papers, and even blowing up the waves of spring love in the river.
The night is long and the love is deep.