In the blink of an eye, it was already ten in the morning. The sun shone through the light blue window curtains, making the whole room warm and cozy. Song Xiao laid in Yu Tangâs embrace, the sunlight highlighting each strand of his fluffy hair and exposing the red marks on his neck.
Yu Tang looked left and right in elation, then moved closer to kiss that fair face, which was breathing deeply. He couldnât help reaching out to stroke that smooth body.
It was already very late when they finished last night. Song Xiao had been so tired that he didnât want to lift a single finger. The invigorated Yu Tang carried him to the bathroom to have a proper shower, then changed the bedsheets himself. Only then did he hold the empress, who was already unable to open his eyes. Thus, Song Xiaoâs body was now clean and fresh, which made Yu Tang unwilling to let go.
âMnâŚâ Song Xiao was dreaming that a large octopus had wrapped itself around him. Its rough tentacles rubbed his neck and all the way down to his waist, circling around him, then slowly crawled down from his waist to his butt and roguishly pressed into the cleft. Frightened awake by this dream, Song Xiao furrowed his brow and opened his eyes to see His Majesty the emperorâs silly smile.
Even though it had been a little hard to bear in the beginning last night, Song Xiao had no choice but to admit that he enjoyed it very much later. After living two lives, this was the first time he learned that the harmonious union between a couple could be this wonderful, and he didnât blame the emperor for smiling so foolishly.
âIs it sore?â Yu Tang touched a certain overused area and asked softly.
â says is right ah
Didi: QAQ Shouldnât have waited for them to reconcile before speaking up