“Take me home… Right now, I can only rely on you, Qilang.”
These words exploded in Shen Qi’s chest like spring thunder. The trust conveyed in them filled his heart with uncontrollable joy, but also stirred a darker, unspoken anger.
—Looking at him now, it seemed he’d been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Thinking of “home,” was he planning to seek out that newly wedded concubine to quench his burning desire?
Even if not the concubine, it could be some other courtesan or lover—didn’t he have an old flame, a courtesan in Rouge Alley? Rather than let some unsavory person take advantage of him, Shen Qi thought, why not seize this opportunity himself? No matter the consequences, he could face the aftermath—even if it meant Su Yan wanted to kill him later!
Shen Qi steeled himself. Ignoring the doctor’s warnings to avoid strenuous activity or intimacy for three months due to his freshly healed wounds, he resolved to act. If necessary, he’d gamble with his life—what were his injuries compared to the importance of this moment?
“Don’t worry. With me here, no one will touch you. Endure for now; we’ll leave the palace immediately.” As he spoke, Shen Qi wiped the sweat from Su Yan’s forehead and climbed out of the sedan. He summoned Embroidered Uniform Guard guards on duty in the palace and had them carry the sedan out.
If Su Yan were to return to his residence in Huanghua Ward, they should have taken the East Flower Gate. However, under Shen Qi’s direction, the bearers instead exited through the West Flower Gate. From there, they switched to a carriage heading south, passing between Lingtai and the Treasure Printing Bureau, then west toward Shen Qi’s own residence in Xiaoshiyong Ward.
The carriage jolted violently as it sped along. Su Yan, overwhelmed by the drug’s effects yet stubbornly resisting, felt as though he were being consumed by flames. Restless and unable to sit still, he tugged at his clothing in distress.
Shen Qi held him tightly, cushioning him against the carriage’s movements, and kissed his sweat-soaked brow and flushed cheeks. He felt as though the fire burning Su Yan had spread to him, igniting them both in an inescapable blaze, threatening to fuse their very beings in a fervent, all-consuming inferno.
At last, they arrived at Shen Qi’s residence. He instructed the gatekeeper to fetch a cloak, then wrapped the disheveled Su Yan securely from head to toe and strode swiftly toward the rear courtyard.
The servants, seeing their master in such haste, moved to greet him, but Shen Qi barked, “Stay back! No one is allowed near the main house!” He kicked open the bedroom door, carried Su Yan inside, and bolted the door behind him.
Removing the cloak, Shen Qi gently laid Su Yan on the canopy bed. Su Yan clutched his lapel and sat up weakly, murmuring for water.
Shen Qi turned to the table, poured a cup of cool tea, and helped Su Yan lean against him, slowly feeding it to him.
After finishing the tea, Su Yan’s mind cleared slightly. He looked around and murmured, “This isn’t my house…”
“This is our home,” Shen Qi said as he tossed the teacup aside. Grasping Su Yan’s chin, he turned his face toward him and slowly licked away the water droplets at the corner of his lips. “You’re my wife, and I’m your husband.”
“Who’s your wife? I’m a man!” Su Yan glared at him in a daze, but with his flushed cheeks and reddened eyes, the glare lacked any real sharpness and instead carried a gentle, captivating allure.
Shen Qi continued to kiss the corners of his brows and eyes, softly and meticulously, secretly delighted. “Yes, yes, of course, you’re a man. I’ve thoroughly verified that myself.”
Su Yan, caught in a haze between clarity and confusion, suddenly felt a strong sense of unease—as if a major crisis to his steadfast sense of self was imminent. Panicked, he tried to scramble off the bed, almost tumbling over the edge.
Shen Qi reacted quickly, grabbing hold of Su Yan’s robe and pulling him back, though the sudden motion caused a sharp pain in his own back, drawing a muffled groan.
Su Yan fell back onto the pillow, catching the faint scent of the fragrant rush mat beneath him. He instinctively rubbed against the smooth, cool silk quilt while simultaneously feeling both shame and an overwhelming urge to escape. The intoxicating effects of wine and other influences seemed to tug at him, pulling his thoughts and emotions in opposite directions.
Shen Qi efficiently removed Su Yan’s shoes and socks, then stripped off the elaborate red robe embroidered with golden cranes, tossing it to the end of the bed. Shen Qi followed by untying his own belt and removing his outer garments and hat, discarding them without care. Though his expression remained composed, his trembling fingertips betrayed his inner turmoil.
Freed from the confines of his formal robes, Su Yan sighed with a mixture of relief and discomfort, now dressed only in a lightweight silk undergarment that clung to his heated skin. He let out a soft, involuntary sound of contentment.
Hearing the sound, Shen Qi’s composure cracked further, his pulse racing. With swift movements, he loosened Su Yan’s ties, revealing the smooth and fair skin underneath.
Su Yan looked thin, but in fact he had a well-proportioned body. Under his fair and smooth skin were thin and well-proportioned muscles, outlining the youthful and solid lines of the boy’s body. Shen Qi stroked from his shoulders and neck to his waist, feeling smooth as jade, leaned over to kiss his bright red lips, and the tip of his tongue pressed into his teeth, entangled with his tongue and sucked it together.
Su Yan closed his eyes tightly, and was breathless from his kiss. He couldn’t help but arch his body and rub his erect lower body against him, leaving a small wet spot on his crotch from the prec*m.
As Shen Qi kissed him deeply, he reached out to touch his cr*tch. His p*nis had already stood up straight, like a straight red jade handle, throbbing slightly between his fingers. Shen Qi remembered his self-proclaimed “straight man” declaration of “only liking beautiful women”, and couldn’t help but chuckled and teased: “I don’t know if other places are straight, but this place is really straight.”
Su Yan opened his eyes and said with shame and anger: “Get out, I can handle it myself!”
“How to solve it, like this?” Shen Qi held the tip with his thumb, index and middle fingers, twisting it gently through the thin silk pants, and then put his five fingers into a circle, stroking it up and down, “Like this?”
Su Yan gasped in the sudden pleasure, “It’s only because…”
He hasn’t figured out whether the problem is in the alcohol or somewhere else, but he was sure that it was a drug similar to the aphrodisiacs of later generations, which acts on the nerve center and can stimulate extremely strong sexual desire, causing people to lose their reason and sink into pleasure. Regardless of whether the pleasure comes from the opposite sex or the same sex, the body controlled by hormones will give a faithful response.
So in this situation where he can get hard even when facing the air, it is normal to have a physiological reaction, and it does not mean that he has been turned gay by Shen Qi. Now, if he were facing other men – such as the emperor, Yu Wang, and even Wu Ming, who is also a straight man, he would have the same reaction, which shows that this is really a problem with the drug and has nothing to do with him. Su Yan thought to himself, and suddenly he had the confidence to continue to deal with it. He panted and continued: “… aphrodisiac, I was forced by the drug this time, not on purpose. If you still regard me… as a brother, then stop and let me solve it myself, so as to avoid… embarrassment and loss of harmony when we meet in the future.”
With every word he said, Shen Qi’s face darkened, and finally his pupils seemed to be covered with a faint blood color. He gritted his teeth and sneered: “Are you addicted to calling each other brothers? This will let you see the wonderful use of ‘good brothers’!”
With one force, his hands tore his silk trousers into two pieces.
The swollen p*nis popped out, standing upright tremblingly. Su Yan was startled, as if he smelled some brutal animal breath. He felt a little frightened and turned over to run out of the bed.
Shen Qi grabbed his porcelain-white, slender thighs, and sank his five fingers into the flesh, forcing him back. Su Yan’s erect p*nis rubbed against the quilt, and he let out a moan that was almost like sobbing.
His shoulders were held down by a pair of strong hands, he laid prone, his waist sunken into an attractive arc, his slightly damp skin in the dusk light, seemed to be filled with a shallow spring, with a sweet wine aroma. Shen Qi was like a lone wolf trekking through the desert, his long thirst finally relieved, burying his head in the spring and licking greedily.
Su Yan’s waist was extremely sensitive. He trembled all over when he licked him. Even his toes turned red. He clutched the quilt with both hands and couldn’t stop whimpering.
His erect p*nis was pressing against his lower body, causing pain, so he had to bring his knees forward and lie on his stomach to make some space under his abdomen.
But in this way, the buttocks appear more round and firm, just like a ripe peach, with charming pink flesh emerging from deep within the texture.
Shen Qi felt itchy when he saw it, so he opened his palm and rubbed it vigorously. His five fingers sank into a ball of soft snow, which was tender, smooth and elastic, and he simply couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t help but feel itchy in his mouth, so he lowered his head and bit the snow-white buttocks, biting and sucking, leaving bright red teeth marks, like two symmetrical crescent moons.
Su Yan cried out in pain: “Why are you still biting me, like a dog!”
Shen Qi took another bite and whispered, “It’s not a dog, it’s an evil devil Yaksha. Not only will it bite you, it will also eat you alive…Are you afraid?”
Su Yan shuddered, and was forced to comfort the crazy spy chief: “Those people are gossiping, Qilang, don’t worry about it…”
Shen Qi sneered: “Care? They don’t deserve it! There is only a small space, only for you, how can there be room for others.”
Under normal circumstances, Su Yan would have reacted immediately, but at this moment he was dizzy and burning with desire, and all he wanted to do was put out the fire, so he didn’t bother to answer and reached under his abdomen to hold the swollen and hard p*nis.
One of Shen Qi’s hands reached out from behind, and together with him, he wrapped around his p*nis, rubbing and stroking it. With the other hand, he took off his own underwear, and pulled out a thick and long weapon like a pestle, with veins hidden and a glans as big as a chicken egg, and poked it into his b*tt crack and rubbed it back and forth.
Su Yan was so frightened that he almost fainted. He screamed, “Don’t come in!” and tried to escape from the bed.
Shen Qi held his vitals tightly in his hands, bit his earlobe and panted. “There is a bottle of medicinal oil in the bedside table, give it to me.”
Su Yan shook his head desperately.
Shen Qi threatened in a hoarse voice: “Do you want me to just go in like this?”
“I don’t want you to go in anywhere! Otherwise, I’ll just jerk you off…” Su Yan responded in a panic.
“Not enough.” Shen Qi refused without any room for negotiation, stretched out his arm to open the cabinet door, took out a long-necked porcelain bottle, poured out a lot of clear oil with a scent of plants, and smeared it all on the angry and evil root.
Su Yan knew that he could not escape, so he could only close his eyes and silently recite a mantra to deceive himself: This is not my body, it is not my body, it is just a bag of skin, a bag of skin… My soul is about to leave my body, and I will come back after I get through this f*cking, or I might as well not come back at all!
The oil-covered fingers forcefully pushed into the back garden, Su Yan’s body trembled, his eyes went dark, and even time seemed to disappear in a trance, as if his soul had left his body. It was not until three more fingers were added that he was awakened by the feeling of fullness, and his soul returned to its place, and he cried out in shame.
Shen Qi pulled out his fingers, turned him over, held him in his arms and licked the tears between his eyelashes, his heart filled with reluctance and determination.
“Good brother, I’d sacrifice my life for you, can you give me some love in return? Just a little, okay?”
Su Yan cried and said, “You can give me your thoughts, but forget about the chrysanthemums. I still need them…”
Commander Shen – no, now it’s Shen Qianshi- really had no idea what to do with him, so he had to use his best skills again and slowly take off the last piece of clothing on his upper body.
The hideous and horrific injuries were revealed in front of Su Yan. The newly formed scars were uneven, with thousands of grooves from the shoulders to the waist. There was not an inch of intact skin and flesh, which formed a sharp contrast with the strong and beautiful chest and abdominal muscles.
The body in front of him seemed to be divided into two opposing halves by the ribs, one half was a god, and the other half was an evil ghost.
Su Yan’s eyes were stabbed by this indescribable cruelty. He stretched out his hand involuntarily, and lightly touched the scar on the edge with his fingertips. He felt a strange and thrilling emotion and murmured, “How much does it hurt…”
“Every time I felt it was worse than death.” Shen Qi answered truthfully, “At that time, I was thinking about you and the future reward, so I felt that I could endure the pain.”
Su Yan’s thoughts were confused and he said, “What’s the point of repaying or not? I’m not your mother’s linden honey water…”
“You are more effective than linden honey.” Shen Qi said, hugging him and sitting him face to face on his legs, rubbing his hard p*nis against his flat and soft belly, like a beast craving for caress.
Su Yan touched it for some unknown reason.
Shen Qi held Su Yan’s waist and hips and lifted them up, with the glans against the back hole, not moving. He was like an arrow on a string, and if he loosened his grip a little, the arrow would be shot out, but he still tried his best to endure it, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and neck, and he begged hoarsely: “Please have mercy on it… It won’t hurt you…”
Su Yan knelt on both sides of his body, like a lone goose hanging in the air, only able to rest on his hands. He put his hands around his neck and touched down inch by inch along the scars on his butterfly bones. Every time he touched a little bump, his heart twitched, and he felt a dull pain. Su Yan wondered vaguely, how did he survive such h*llish suffering? Did he scream with his soul flying away, or did he grit his teeth and endure it without making a single groan?
Shen Qi, who was on the verge of exploding, could not bear it any longer, and would rather be washed once more, so he loosened his grip slightly. Su Yan originally used his palm to sit, but suddenly lost this support, his body sank slightly, and his back garden held the tip of the p*nis.
“You agreed!” Shen Qi took the opportunity to push upwards, suppressing his ecstasy, and squeezed the huge gl*ns in little by little.
Su Yan’s whole body trembled violently, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but Shen Qi clamped his waist and hips with both hands, and pressed down little by little in this riding position.
The hole was stretched to its limit by the invasion of the foreign object, and the wrinkles were flattened, making him feel as if he was about to be torn apart. With fear and terror in his heart, he was extremely nervous, and the fingers that were stroking Shen Qi’s back suddenly dug into the scar.
Shen Qi didn’t feel any pain in his back at this moment. He focused all his attention on the hard and swollen root, pushing it into the tight place of bliss inch by inch.
The p*nis was wrapped in the smooth intestine, and the layers of tender flesh inside were rubbing and squeezing it, as if a hot little mouth was sucking endlessly, which made his scalp numb and he almost lost control and ej*cul*ted. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath to hold back his sem*n.
He paused for a moment to adjust his breathing, then slowly pulled out and thrust forward, with little movement to give the person in his arms time to adjust.
Su Yan only felt that his an*s was stretched to the limit and his lower body was stuffed full. Every time the other party’s p*nis went in and out, it was like a soft blade scraping his intestinal wall. It didn’t hurt, but it was very swollen and numb.
…It wasn’t as scary as he had imagined. His nervous heartstrings relaxed slightly, and then he realized that his fingertips were sticky, and he had actually scratched Shen Qi’s newly healed wound and drawn blood. He let out a soft cry of “Ah”, and hastily retracted his hand, feeling guilty.
Shen Qi took out his fingertip, licked the blood clean, and then sucked the finger with his tongue, making a sucking sound.
His own fingers were not idle either, rubbing and stroking his hard p*nis, scratching the shallow groove of the glans, lightly scraping the glans with the tip of his fingernails, picking up the sticky clear liquid that was expelled, seemingly intermittently, and extremely erotic.
Su Yan’s cheeks flushed red, and a tingling sensation spread from his fingertips up his arms, then down his spine, colliding with the pleasure of his vitals being touched at the waist, like a spark igniting oil, exploding into a brilliant white light of pleasure.
Shen Qi saw the look in his eyes and knew that he was aroused, so he let go of his restraint and pushed up hard, then held his waist and sat down heavily, one deep movement after another, tossing him like a lotus leaf in the wind, turning over and over. The hairpin couldn’t stand the bumps and fell off, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering on his snow-white skin, making the black and white look even more distinct and the sentiment even more seductive.
“My life,” Shen Qi panted, “Call me husband.”
“…”
“If you don’t want to call me husband, you can call me good brother.”
Su Yan turned his face away in shame, refusing to make a sound, only panting rapidly and moaning slightly from time to time. Shen Qi was dissatisfied and pushed him fiercely, not knowing where he hit, he suddenly screamed, and the lines of his waist and abdomen leaned back like a fully stretched bow.
Shen Qi didn’t understand male sexuality, but he also realized that this was what he enjoyed, so he held his back with one hand and pressed his tailbone with the other, pouring all his passion into that place.
Su Yan was overwhelmed by an unprecedented intense pleasure, drowning in the sea of desire, twisting his waist involuntarily to cater to him, moaning continuously, unaware of what he was saying, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tent, tears rolling down his eyes uncontrollably.
His pupils dilated slightly in this extreme pleasure, but he felt even more clearly the hard object that was thrusting violently in his body. Its shape and heat just hit his desire and soul perfectly, making him so pleasured that even his toes curled up, and he was pushed to the peak by the surging waves, feeling extremely invigorated.
After only a hundred or so strokes, Su Yan began to tremble slightly, his skin flushed, and his hips arched suddenly. He subconsciously reached out to hold his p*nis, and as soon as he raised his arm, white liquid spurted out of the glans, one after another, and after three or four waves, he collapsed, saliva overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
Shen Qi felt his intestinal flesh wriggling, a stream of hot liquid dripping onto his glans, and his intestines were slippery and wet, like being soaked in strong liquor. He couldn’t bear to ej*culate too quickly, so he wanted to pull out his p*nis and wait a while before continuing.
Unexpectedly, Su Yan reached org*sm at this moment, and his spasmodic little mouth sucked the p*nis in his body deeply and bit it tightly, squeezing it tightly. Shen Qi couldn’t help but groan, and threw away his armor, shooting all the thick s*men that had accumulated for several months deep into the intestines.
Su Yan died a little, his soul gradually returned to its place, his passion still not subsided, his fingers still twitching slightly, his eyes misty with tears. Shen Qi laid him on his back in the intercourse position, his p*nis still buried in his body, enjoying the afterglow of the climax, and kissed his wet eyebrows and lips reluctantly.
After a long time, Su Yan’s scattered mind finally solidified. He let out a long breath, stretched out his hands to hug Shen Qi’s back, and responded to the passion between his lips and teeth.
The two of them kissed each other until they felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, then they separated slightly. Shen Qi panted softly: “Again?”
Su Yan shrank back, “No, the drug has worn off, I’m fine now.”
Shen Qi said: “I haven’t had enough fun yet, I still need to trouble Lord Su to cooperate with me once or twice.”
Su Yan thought to himself, is that once or twice? It’s more than a hundred times! He immediately said, “I’m so tired that I can’t move. I really can’t cooperate.”
Shen Qi insisted: “You are really tired just now, then change to a less strenuous position, you don’t need to move, I will do it.”
“You are greedy for more, go away!” Su Yan pushed his chest, and he grabbed his wrist and bit his red n*pple. Su Yan cried out in pain, and his momentum weakened. He said softly, “Qilang, your injury has not healed yet, you still need to recuperate, this kind of thing… is too much.”
Shen Qi raised his eyebrows: “You think I’m injured and can’t exert my strength, and I didn’t make you feel good? Okay, let’s do it again!”
Su Yan was upset when he saw that he had deliberately misinterpreted his words. He was also afraid that he would pick up his spear and fight again, so he had to beg for mercy: “I can’t do it anymore, please let me go!”
Shen Qi continued: “How can a man say that he is incapable? It seems that I still have to step in and help you gain experience.”
Su Yan was so angry that he pretended to hit his injured back. Shen Qi didn’t care, pulled out his half-soft p*nis, and turned him over with his back facing up. Su Yan used his hands and feet to climb out of the bed, but the moon-shaped opening of the bunk bed was not wide enough, and he accidentally hit his head on the hollow carved hardwood board next to the bed door, and it hurt so much that tears were about to fall.
Shen Qi took the opportunity to pull him up, pressed his hands on the board, forced him to lean forward and kneel, and squeezed his legs between his legs and knelt as well.
The enclosure next to the moon-shaped door was connected to the bed board below and the bed top above. It was two feet wide on each side, like a narrow hollow thin wall.
Su Yan’s ten fingertips were clasping the carved lattice, his knees kneeling on the soft quilt, he was forced to spread his legs, raised his waist, and the hot hard iron from behind was thrust in mercilessly again, lubricated by the obscene fluid left from the last time, and went in all the way.
He couldn’t help but let out a slight cry.
He was blocked by a board in front of him with nowhere to escape. His waist and legs were exhausted and numb. Once he fell backwards due to exhaustion, he could only push the weapon behind him deeper in.
Shen Qi pressed his butt*cks hard against the roots of his legs, kneading his butt*cks vigorously with one hand, leaving bright red finger marks, and tightly grasping his waist and abdomen with the other hand, almost squeezing his t*st*cles into his an*s, kneeling and straightening his waist, f*cking him hard, for nearly a thousand times in a row.
Su Yan was f*cked to death, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably, and the p*nis in front of him trembled and stood up, craving for caress.
Shen Qi was contented with the pinching, and took the time to stroke his swollen p*nis with his hands, scraping the sensitive glans with his rough calluses, and maliciously blocked the entrance of his penis, not wanting him to ejaculate.
Su Yan sobbed as he endured the torture of not being able to ejaculate, and the even more intense pleasure that followed. He felt frustrated and lost, and his soul was flying. No matter what Shen Qi asked him to say, he just said it nonsensically. He screamed in pleasure when his good brother and dear husband f*cked him.
This made Shen Qi’s call out, his blood boil even more, his passion burned like fire, and he wished he could f*ck him to death under him.
In the end, Su Yan cried until his voice was hoarse, and he couldn’t even scream. Shen Qi mercifully let go of his hand, letting him ej*cul*te slowly and powerlessly, and continued to stir as much as he could until the wound was painful, then he threw it into him and hugged him tightly from behind.
Su Yan’s fingers were pale and stiff from gripping the carved lattice. Shen Qi held them in his palm with concern to rub the blood. After a while, he was able to move. He collapsed in the arms of the man behind him, unable to utter a word, and only gasped as if he was dying.
Shen Qi felt a little regretful. He went too far the first time. If he was scared, it would be more difficult to do it again in the future. He was worried that Su Yan’s an*s would be injured, so he inserted his finger inside and felt a hand full of dripping lewd fluid, like a roof leaking rain. It was not only several times the amount of sem*n, but also the intestinal fluid of the other party.
He had never had intercourse with a man before. He heard that the an*s was also called the dry path, which was not like the natural fluid of women. It needed to be lubricated with ointment and replenished from time to time during the process to avoid being hurt. But this time, it was like Su Yan was made of water. He didn’t know if he had met a natural tool. He only thought that the other party’s body was so hot, tight, wet and slippery that he was sucked so hard that his soul flew away. Thinking of the experience of relieving his sexual desire in the past, he suddenly felt bored and secretly swore that even if he died in the future, he would die on Su Yan.
Su Yan slowly came back to his senses. Seeing Shen Qi’s satisfied expression made him angry again, and he kicked at him.
Shen Qi, having achieved his wish, didn’t mind the hits or curses. Even if a knife were held to his throat, he wouldn’t blink. Once Su Yan had vented enough, Shen Qi pulled him into his arms and poured out sweet words like they cost nothing, coaxing Su Yan until his ears turned red with heat. At this point, Su Yan could only accept the situation.
After two rounds of passion, which lasted from evening until late into the night, Su Yan was utterly exhausted, too tired to lift even a single finger. He laid limply, letting Shen Qi call for maids to bring water and personally clean him inside and out, dressing him in fresh undergarments.
During this process, Shen Qi inevitably took advantage of him again, but with the metaphorical city already fallen, Su Yan couldn’t be bothered to care about these minor invasions.
At this point, he finally recalled what his mother had meant in her letter about “old feelings rekindling.”
The original owner of this body had been a “cut sleeve”, a homosexual. Su Yan hadn’t realized it before, but at thirteen or fourteen years old, the original had developed a crush on a delicate and handsome classmate at the academy. He pursued the boy relentlessly, and in the throes of youthful passion, the two had secretly explored each other in the study. Unfortunately, they were caught by their teacher, who harshly reprimanded them. When his parents found out, they were mortified. Su Yan himself felt deeply ashamed and severed all ties, focusing solely on his studies thereafter.
It’s all that damned old heaven’s fault! Su Yan fumed. For no reason, it threw me into the body of a cut sleeve, making me surrender so easily in the flesh!
Still, within this useless body laid the soul of a modern straight man. Although it was neither noble nor pure, it was steadfastly influenced by the “core socialist values.” From its worldview to its sexual orientation, it remained unyielding. A single incident like this couldn’t break him. The 200GB of heterosexual romance films stored in his metaphorical hard drive remained his true passion.
This righteous self-reflection drained him of what little energy he had left. Too tired even to sip the bowl of hot porridge prepared for him, Su Yan hugged the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Qi, worried he might go to bed hungry, understood that Su Yan had drunk wine, been drugged, and was physically drained. Knowing he couldn’t wake him, he let him sleep soundly.
After casually eating some midnight snacks, Shen Qi washed up and climbed into bed as well. Holding the unconscious Su Yan in his arms, he indulged in light caresses. He wanted nothing more than to leave his scent on every inch of Su Yan, declaring his ownership.
As long as he could hold Su Yan like this every day, make love whenever he wanted, he wouldn’t trade it for a throne. Shen Qi’s once-ambitious heart was now entirely sunk in this sea of affection. At this moment, all that remained was tenderness, as he held Su Yan and drifted off to sleep.
