***Mature Content Ahead: The following scene contains 18+ material. Reader discretion is advised.***
Jingfei had devoted herself to caring for Lorianthel with a steadfast tenderness that shimmered in every gesture. Each day, she nurtured him through a delicate ballet of bedside ministrations: carefully spoon-feeding him warm meals, gently guiding him around the creaking outpost, and tending to his wounds with painstaking care. Every touch was imbued with a quiet, wholehearted devotion that seemed to glow in the soft light of their secluded world.
One hushed evening, as dusk draped the room in velvety shadows, Jingfei settled by his side with a steaming bowl of herbal Chinese medicine—a brew she had lovingly concocted to coax his recovery. The aromatic steam wreathed around her as she meticulously raised the spoon to his waiting lips. In that intimate moment, Lorianthel's eyes met hers; they shimmered softly with emotions that transcended simple gratitude, hinting at depths of feeling untold.
In a voice as tender as a whispered secret, he murmured, "Will you marry me?" The words, delicate yet powerful, seemed to swirl in the fragrant, medicinal air. For an eternal heartbeat, Jingfei's world stilled; her hand, caught in mid-motion, betrayed her shock as it jerked unexpectedly—and the spoon plunged too far. Before either could catch their breath, the spoon's tip sent a jolt down his throat, eliciting an involuntary gag, a cascade of coughs and wheezes that filled the quiet with a sudden commotion. Jingfei sprang to her feet in a tumult of panic, her hands fumbling frantically for water as the nightstand teetered perilously close to disaster.
"Oh my god—I'm so sorry!" she cried, her voice a trembling blend of alarm and remorse. Despite his coughing, Lorianthel managed to chortle softly—a wheezy laugh laden with both pain and playful sincerity. "I mean it," he rasped, his hand reaching out with a fragile determination to touch hers. "I love you. From that very first moment...I loved you when I found you bundled up in that ridiculous potato sack and heard your muffled screams echo through it."
Jingfei's eyes widened in astonishment, her silence speaking volumes as she absorbed his unexpected confession. With a crooked grin that bore the marks of fond mischief, he continued, "And then—when I finally freed you from that sack and you gazed at me with those enormous, fiery brown eyes—like a tiny, fierce goddess—and then charged at my face, determined to tear my nose away—it was as if time itself had stilled. At that moment, I realized I wasn't fleeing from this beautiful madness; I was surrendering to it completely."
Tears began to glisten in Jingfei's eyes, sparkling like drops of morning dew caught in the gentle rays of sunlight. Her trembling lips curved into a smile that was both joyous and vulnerable, reminiscent of a small, adoring puppy on the verge of tears. When she tried to speak, all that emerged was a series of soft, shuddered murmurs, "Mum... mum... mum... mum..." as if her voice were betraying the overwhelming tide of her emotions.
His eyes, steadfast and kind, locked on hers as he gently clasped her hand against his heart. "Will you marry me, Zhao Jingfei?" he asked, his tone lingering in the space between hope and certainty.
For a long, suspended moment, Jingfei processed his words, the reality of his proposal swirling around her like a dream. Then, without warning, she flung herself into his arms, enveloping him in a tight, tearful embrace that spoke of a love long nurtured. "Yes!!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the beat of his shoulder. "You ridiculous, infuriating elf—yes!"
Lorianthel's soft exclamation of "oof" punctuated her embrace as she inadvertently pressed against one of his still-healing injuries. "Ow—ribs, ribs, ribs—ow," he murmured, half in protest, half in amusement. Horrified at the pain she had caused, Jingfei immediately released him, her voice trembling with regret, "Oh no! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—!"
But with a gentle squeeze of her hand and a wry smile peeking through his wince, he reassured her, "You can crush me any time you want, really. Break a few more ribs if you must—I've never been happier." Overwhelmed, Jingfei erupted into a mix of laughter and sobs, wrapping him once more in her arms—this time with a gentleness that belied the tumult of her emotions.
Beneath the neatly tucked sheets, an unexpected spark of desire began to awaken—a secret ember that glowed with mischief and longing. As her elbow brushed against something that stirred with a life of its own, Jingfei glanced down in startled wonder.
Lori, catching her surprise with a playful glint in his eye, scratched the back of his head in an almost boyish manner and grinned as if caught red-handed stealing forbidden candy. "It seems to have a will of its own," he teased, his tone dripping with cheeky charm.
Raising an eyebrow in amused caution, Jingfei retorted, "Then kindly instruct it to stop flirting with me." Their shared laughter lingered in the warm, intimate space between them, punctuating the charged air.
In response, Lori's laughter deepened into a low, provocative rumble. Leaning in, he gently pushed her back onto the soft bed, his body hovering close—a silent promise of pleasures yet to unfold. "I've got a better idea," he murmured, his voice a low caress before his lips claimed hers in a long, lingering kiss that blended desire with untamed passion.
Without hesitation, Jingfei wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer as a surge of heat and longing coursed through their entwined forms. With deliberate care, Lori slowly untied the delicate silk sash, his warm hands gliding sensuously beneath the fabric of her dress. They explored each other with a tender urgency; his fingers roamed over the soft, inviting curve of her breast as his other hand wandered along the gentle line of her waist, eventually resting on the tender contour of her lower cheek.
Encouraged by his touch, Jingfei's own hands journeyed downward, finding their place upon him as his desire responded in kind. Her petite palm traced the length of him with a soft, exploratory caress, while her fingers, light as whispered secrets, danced along his skin. A low, throaty groan escaped Lori as his tongue delicately probed the corners of her mouth, their breaths mingling in a tapestry of whispered moans and heartbeats.
With a husky whisper laced with raw intent, Jingfei declared, "I'm going to taste you," her voice quivering with unbridled desire and a need that demanded no further permission. Lori's eyes widened in delighted surprise as, with an effortless grace, Jingfei flipped herself atop him. She positioned him so his back caressed the cool linen of the bed while her gaze captured every subtle nuance—the rhythmic pulsing of his veins, the glistening droplets that adorned his aroused form like sparkling jewels.
Gently, she enveloped him with her soft, warm lips, letting her tongue skillfully erase the evidence of their passion with each deliberate suck and tender lick. Her senses drank in the spectacle of his pleasure—the way his low moans vibrated in the air, the shifting expressions that flitted across his face—as her mouth continued its mesmerizing dance along his rigid form.
Tenderly, Lori's hand traced soft circles along her cheek and chin as she moved in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, her body rising and falling in perfect harmony with his. Gathering her strength and passion, Jingfei lifted her head and upper torso to guide him deeper within her, inviting him into the intimate sanctum of her being. With deliberate slowness, she pressed herself around his eager length until he was securely nestled within her, their bodies moving in a shared, hungry rhythm where every subtle shift sent sparks of electric tenderness racing through them.
Lori's moans of ecstasy grew ever more impassioned as his hands found the curve of her hips, their bodies rocking in a passionate cadence that resonated with the soft, buoyant bounce of Jingfei's enticing breasts. With a fond playfulness, Lori cupped her bosom, his thumbs tenderly teasing the delicate peaks of her nipples, while beads of glistening sweat highlighted the flawless expanse of her skin.
In that spellbinding moment, Jingfei felt an inner heat intensify, her body tightening in a fervent embrace around him—a sensation so overwhelming it carried them both to the precipice of bliss. Their shared passion surged into a glorious climax, an outpouring of mutual desire that left them breathless, their love expressed in the mingling sounds of soft claps against his chest and her tender caresses.
There, in the afterglow of their tender, passionate union, they lay entwined—a pair bound by care, laughter, and the exquisite, ever-burning fire of intimacy.