Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, weaving a hazy silver net on the bed sheets.
Yu Jiuyuan lay on her side, her fingertips gently tracing the back of Rong Shenghan's hand, where the faint medicinal scent of the ointment she had applied that afternoon still lingered.
His palms were large and warm, his fingertips calloused from years of holding a pen. At that moment, they were gently around her waist, as if he were afraid of breaking a fragile treasure.
"Does it still hurt?" Rong Shenghan's voice rang in her ears, hoarse from the fading of passion, his fingertips carefully brushing her sweaty temples.
Yu Jiuyuan shook her head, snuggled closer to him, her nose touching his collarbone, her breath trembling slightly.
My waist felt weak, as if my bones had been removed, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my arm.
From the afternoon until now, they had barely gotten out of bed. This belated "compensation" had exhausted her last bit of strength.
But she insisted on sitting up, hooking his hand with her fingertips and bringing it to her lips.
Rong Shenghan paused, but did not move. He simply let her lead him, his gaze fixed on her face, like a deep pool filled with starlight.
She first kissed his palm, where the coolness of the ointment still lingered, mixed with his own warmth, which strangely reassured her.
Then, she gently pried open his fingers with her fingertips and kissed his fingertips, from the rounded nails to the calloused fingertips, her tongue tracing over them little by little, the movements carrying a languid, ingratiating quality, yet concealing an undeniable allure.
When her tongue gently hooked onto his index finger, Rong Shenghan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her wrist with his other hand, his strength showing restrained power: "Stop fooling around."
His voice was noticeably tense, and his physical changes didn't lie.
Yu Jiuyuan smiled, the tears in her eyes glistening in the moonlight like a cat that had stolen a piece of candy: "But... I want to make you comfortable."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettish sweetness, completely different from her usual calm and composed demeanor.
Rong Shenghan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes so dark they seemed to drip ink.
He knew exactly what she wanted to do; she always knew how to use the most innocent expression to do the most alluring things.
Yu Jiuyuan broke free from his hand and grasped his wrist again, this time with a clear objective.
Following his forearm downwards, my fingertips gently traced the muscle lines on his arm, finally stopping at his waist.
Her movements were slow, with a deliberate gentleness; the warmth of her palms seeped through the thin pajama pants, making one's heart tighten.
“Sheng Han…” She looked up at him, her eyelashes glistening with slivers of moonlight, “I have no strength left.”
These words sound like a show of weakness, but also like an invitation.
Rong Shenghan's breathing became completely disordered. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, kissing her fiercely with an intense, suppressed desire.
Yu Jiuyuan closed her eyes and endured it, but her fingertips did not stop, moving down his waistline, her movements both awkward and bold.
When her palm finally touched his burning heat, Rong Shenghan let out a soft gasp, his forehead pressed against the top of her head, his voice filled with a broken sigh: "Little vixen..."
Yu Jiuyuan didn't speak, but responded with her actions.
Her movements were not very skillful, even a bit clumsy and tentative, but they made him lose control more than any deliberate provocation.
Under the moonlight, her lowered eyelashes cast soft shadows, and the profile of her face was as soft as an ink painting. Only her slightly reddened ears betrayed her nervousness.
She really didn't have much strength left; her wrists were trembling slightly, but she stubbornly bit her lip and persevered. The movements of her palms gradually found their rhythm, like dancing a secret waltz.
Rong Shenghan's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his hands gripping the sheets tightly until his knuckles turned white, but his gaze remained fixed on her, etching every detail, from her trembling eyelashes to her tightly pursed lips, into his heart.
He suddenly felt that he was probably going crazy. He knew that she was "making amends" and maintaining that ridiculous "domestication relationship", but he was still willing to indulge in her deliberate tenderness, and his bones melted.
"Yuan Yuan..." he whispered her name, his voice carrying a plea he himself was unaware of.
Yu Jiuyuan looked up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze, which was filled with desire and tenderness, and a strange feeling suddenly swept through her heart.
But that feeling was fleeting, too fast for her to grasp, leaving only the increasingly clear touch on her fingertips and the ever-growing tension in his body.
She quickened her pace, gently pressing her other hand on his injured left arm, her movements becoming even softer, as if reminding him or comforting him.
Rong Shenghan noticed it as expected and immediately relaxed the pressure on his left arm, afraid of aggravating the wound and making her worry.
What a well-behaved dog.
Yu Jiuyuan thought to herself casually, but the corners of her lips involuntarily curved into a smile.
As the last trace of tension subsided, Rong Shenghan almost immediately pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
His heart was pounding so hard it made her eardrums tingle, and his warm breath brushed against her neck, carrying a sigh of relief.
"Are you tired?" He kissed the top of her head, his voice so gentle it could melt water, and his fingertips lightly massaged her aching wrists.
Yu Jiuyuan hummed in agreement, then snuggled deeper into his arms, burying her face in his chest like a little animal seeking shelter.
Actually, she wasn't that tired; she still had the strength. She just suddenly wanted to lean on him like this, smelling the clean ebony scent on his body, listening to his strong heartbeat, and temporarily forgetting all the scheming and pretense.
Perhaps it was the gentle moonlight, or the warmth of his embrace, or perhaps it was the intense "compensation" that made her lower her guard so much.
Rong Shenghan didn't say anything more, he just held her, his fingertips gently stroking her long hair, his movements as tender as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.
The moonlight flowed quietly, gilding the intertwined figures of the two with a silvery glow. The lingering warmth of their passion and the faint bitterness of the ointment strangely blended into a reassuring atmosphere.
After a long while, just as Yu Jiuyuan was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly heard Rong Shenghan say in a low voice, "I will handle things with the Ji family. You don't need to get involved anymore."
She didn't open her eyes, but snuggled closer to him and mumbled an "Mmm".
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their skin like gentle drumbeats.
He knew she had heard him, and he also knew she might not really let go; his Yuan Yuan was never the type to turn her back on someone else.
But it's okay.
He thought.
He could stand in front of her, handle those dirty things for her, and protect this temporary peace for her.
As long as she is still willing to let him stay by her side, even if it's just to be a "bed warmer" or a tamed pet, he would be happy to do so.
As the moonlight gradually slanted westward, the shadow of the gauze curtain stretched long on the wall.
Yu Jiuyuan drifted off to sleep, a faint smile still lingering on her lips, as if she were dreaming of something happy.
Rong Shenghan looked down at her peaceful sleeping face and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, his gesture sincere and precious.
In this game, perhaps no one can say for sure who is taming whom.
But at least for now, they are all immersed in this brief warmth and unwilling to wake up.
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