"At your service, my lady... this lowly one shall attend to you~"
Lin Xuan drawled the words, his gaze trailing down the curve of Yun Qingyue's nape. Morning light filtered through the gauzy shark-silk curtains, dusting her porcelain skin with golden shimmer. Tiny flecks of light pooled at the hollow of her back, flickering like stars with each breath she took. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against her falling black strands—her scent of dragon musk blended with the fragrance of her body, seeping straight into his lungs. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Facing the golden phoenix mirror, Yun Qingyue was shaping her brows. Her wide sleeves had slipped down to her elbows, revealing a sliver of forearm like mutton-fat jade. In the mirror, her lazy glance met his, gold hairpins swaying slightly, casting a dancing shadow on her collarbone.
"Why are you dawdling?"
"My lady's hair is so exquisitely styled… this humble servant hardly knows where to begin." Lin Xuan twirled a lock of her inky hair around his finger, the strands flowing like ink. Then, he suddenly leaned down, his chest pressing against her bare back, hot breath curling behind her ear.
"Perhaps we try a different style? Say... like the one from our wedding night?" His lips brushed her earlobe.
Clang! The bronze mirror rang from the impact as Yun Qingyue spun, catching his wrist with lacquered nails that sank into his pulse point.
"Courting death?"
Lin Xuan winced in pain but smirked mischievously. "The silver chain you tied me with last night is still hanging from the bedpost. Shall we put it to use again?" As he spoke, his knee pried between her legs, sending a pearl hooked on her embroidered shoe scattering beneath the bed.
Suddenly, Yun Qingyue released his wrist, pressing her bare foot against the top of his foot, slowly applying pressure.
"I'd like to see how long your shameless bones can stay hard." She resumed her brow work, voice nonchalant: "Massage my shoulders."
"As you wish~" Lin Xuan placed his palms on her shoulders, his Nine Yang Battle Body radiating heat through the thin silk. His thumbs circled at her pressure points, fingers tracing down her spine, swirling at the small of her back.
As he saw a flush creep up her snowy neck, he flicked a finger—
Snap!The golden-threaded peony knot of her bust wrap came undone. Two soft mounds jiggled beneath the sheer robe. Her hand trembled, black ink streaking across her forehead.
"Lin. Xuan!"
"Oops, slippery fingers~" He caught her shoulders with both hands, fingers playing with the loosened knot. "Shall I retie it? Maybe… a lover's knot this time?"
Smack!She jammed the brow brush into his mouth, her crimson lips cold as blades. "Do that again and I'll dunk your eyeballs in peacock bile!"
Lin Xuan held the brush in his teeth, brows arched, tongue teasing the lingering fragrance. Then suddenly—he gripped her ankle and lifted it onto the vanity table. Her red dress flared like a blooming lotus. His fingers slid up her smooth calf to her sensitive knee.
"Your legs are trembling, my lady. Cold?"
"Insolent!" Yun Qingyue summoned an ice dagger with her fingers—but he caught her wrist and pinned her to the vanity. Rouge scattered across her chest, falling down the curve of her bosom like blood petals.
Lin Xuan's voice darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing. "My lady... looks even more alluring than usual."
[Warning! Heart rate abnormal!][Nine Yang Battle Body Synchronization +5%. Increase physical contact for optimal effect!]
Yun Qingyue suddenly smirked, her lacquered toes pressing into his groin.
"You want this?" Her toe ground against him through his robes. "Then kneel. Beg."
Lin Xuan grunted, then bent down—mouth enclosing the bell on her ankle. Tongue flicked between the gaps, the taste of sweat and dragon musk exploded in his mouth, making her toes curl.
Taking advantage, he tore open his sash. His dark robe fell like nightfall, revealing chiseled muscles beneath.
"My lady knows, does she not? The Nine Yang Body thrives on Yin essence."He tilted her chin, thumb smearing rouge from her lips. "Like this cinnabar on your mouth..."
Yun Qingyue's pupils shrank. She grabbed his collar, flipping him onto the vanity, hairpins clattering like rain. Straddling his waist, her disheveled robe barely covered her chest.
"I changed my mind," she whispered by his ear, biting softly. "Rather than keep a warm-bed servant… I'd rather raise a biting dog."
Lin Xuan twisted, flipping her underneath. Makeup boxes crashed to the floor. He pinned her wrists, knee spreading her thighs.
"Woof~" he growled, teeth grazing her neck. "You like this position, my lady?"
"Die!" She raised her knee—but his heated palm wrapped around it. Yang energy surged into her, making her toes curl and foot arch like a crescent moon.
He buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. "Your heart's racing, my lady."
"Shut up!" She conjured another icicle—but he sucked on her fingertips, melting it into spring water.
She tried to flip him with her leg—but her sheer skirt flipped up to her hips instead.
Golden flames surged in Lin Xuan's eyes. He suddenly grabbed her nape and crushed her lips with his. She bit his tongue, but the taste of blood only made him more ravenous.
His hand cupped her rear and squeezed hard—
"Mmph...!" A moan escaped her throat as her legs instinctively tightened around his waist.
[Ding! Mission Complete! Nine Yang Synchronization 30% Achieved!][New Position Unlocked: "Phoenix Entwined in Reversal" (Waist Strength +50%)]
Breathing heavily, Lin Xuan pulled back. Silver threads glistened between their lips.
Her lips were red and swollen like dew-kissed roses, chest rising and falling. Her robe had slipped down to her waist, and the golden bells on her ankle jingled like a wind chime in a storm.
He wiped the blood from her lip, smiling smugly. "Is your lipstick... made of honey?"
"I'll kill you!" she stabbed at his chest—but the light flickered in her fingers.
He caught her wrist and whispered by her ear: "You sure you want to fight me now? My lady is… soaking wet."
Her ears flushed crimson. She kicked him off the vanity—he slid a full zhang across the floor. But when he looked up—
Spring was revealed.
Her skirt had flipped all the way up, glistening between her thighs. A crimson birthmark at the center blazed like blood.
"Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" She clamped her legs shut, struggling to retie her top. The bells chimed wildly—just like her racing heart.
Lin Xuan reclined on the floor, licking the blood from his lips. The system screen flashed before his eyes:
[New Mission: Sneak into the bathhouse at midnight to unlock "Moonlit Illusion" scene][Reward: "Dragon-Fox Dance" Movement Technique (Perfect for wet combat!)]
He picked up a golden butterfly hairpin from the floor. Her lipstick still stained the tip.
Dusk painted his fingers red. In the distance, a maid shrieked:
"Your Highness! Why is your earring missing?!"