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Puqi Shrine basked in a quiet serenity hanging over its humble walls, it was morning, and for Xie Lian, it was another ordinary day—if such a thing even existed anymore, since each day with Hua Cheng, his now husband, felt incredibly intense. He hummed softly as he went about his chores, his hands deftly tidying up the small offerings left by the villagers who frequented the shrine.
The day before, Feng Xin and Mu Qing had visited him. It had been a surprisingly peaceful encounter, one devoid of their usual sharp remarks and mutual disdain. Xie Lian, ever observant, had noticed subtle changes in their behavior for quite a while. Perhaps it was how their bickering lacked venom or how their eyes lingered on each other a little longer than necessary.
Now that Xie Lian was in a relationship himself, he found himself far more attuned to such shifts in dynamics. Still, he told himself he wouldn’t pry. It wasn’t his place to meddle; they would come to him when the time was right.
His thoughts shifted as he recalled another visitor: Quan Yizhen, who had appeared at the shrine just as the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon. The young martial god had been insistent, pleading with Hua Cheng to help him improve the fire core sustaining Yin Yu’s fragile soul.
Quan Yizhen's boisterous arrival had been particularly unwelcome after the previous night. Xie Lian’s cheeks warmed slightly as he recalled the intensity of their shared hours, the echoes of their physical encounter still lingered in the dull ache of his lower back. And yet, Hua Cheng had risen early, as calm and collected as always, planting a soft kiss on Xie Lian’s forehead before leaving to train the unruly martial god.
Xie Lian couldn’t help but marvel at Hua Cheng’s patience with Quan Yizhen. Though he had always been courteous and composed with him, Xie Lian knew his husband wasn’t exactly like that with everybody else. Still, the ghost king’s tolerance for the martial god’s boundless energy was remarkable. But then again, Xie Lian reminded himself, Yin Yu had been a loyal subordinate of Hua Cheng’s—a fact that Hua Cheng never forgot, no matter how difficult or insufferable his former subordinate's disciple might be.
Now, with Hua Cheng gone for most of the day, Xie Lian found himself alone. He set about cleaning the shrine with practiced ease, moving between tasks as the hours passed by. Once the shrine gleamed to his satisfaction, he decided it was time to prepare for his trip to Paradise Manor. He and Hua Cheng had agreed to meet there later in the evening.
Xie Lian had decided earlier that morning to surprise Hua Cheng with a meal. He had recently come across a recipe for an orange-glazed duck while wandering through the local market, and though it seemed ambitious, he was determined to recreate it. Cooking for Hua Cheng had become one of his favorite ways to show affection.
By the time Xie Lian arrived at Paradise Manor, it was already midday. He hurried to the grand, spotless kitchen, balancing a basket of fresh ingredients he had carefully selected from the market. As he set everything down on the counter, his thoughts wandered to Hua Cheng's expression whenever he tried one of Xie Lian’s meals.
Hua Cheng was no stranger to fine cuisine, yet he always seemed utterly enchanted by even the simplest dishes Xie Lian prepared. It wasn’t that Xie Lian was a particularly skilled cook—far from it—but the way Hua Cheng’s gaze softened, how his lips curved into a smile as he savored each bite, filled Xie Lian with a warmth that seemed to settle deep in his chest.
He set to work, cleaning the duck and chopping vegetables for the glaze. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board allowed his mind to drift. His cheeks warmed slightly as he recalled Hua Cheng’s goodbye that morning—a soft kiss placed against his temple, his low, murmured "I’ll be back soon, my beloved."
Lost in thought, Xie Lian glanced at the rice pot for a while, only to see foam bubbling over the edge, spilling onto the stovetop and hissing against the flame.
“Oh no!” he exclaimed, rushing to salvage what he could. He stirred the rice hastily, but it was clear it had much more water than the needed. Then, he placed it on a metal rack inside the clay oven Hua Cheng had crafted for him—a practical yet elegant design that used heated stones and charcoal to roast food evenly.
With the food taken care of (for now), Xie Lian decided to stretch his legs and explore the manor while the duck roasted. His feet carried him to Hua Cheng’s private art studio, a room that had always intrigued him. The door was sealed with a magical lock, but Hua Cheng had given Xie Lian the password long ago.
He opened the door, and the familiar scent of paint and linseed oil wafted out, mingling with something distinctly Hua Cheng—fresh pine and the earthy richness of a sunlit forest. The room was a haven of creativity, with canvases lining the walls and stacks of sketchbooks piled high on tables.
Xie Lian’s gaze fell on the paintings. Many were portraits of him—him sweeping at Puqi Shrine, cooking, or simply sitting with a serene expression. Some depicted the two of them together, their shared domesticity rendered with such intimacy that it made Xie Lian’s chest tighten.
And then, there were the others .
No matter how many times he saw them, his face would always grow hot at the sight of the more suggestive paintings. Hua Cheng had a gift for capturing Xie Lian’s expressions with such precision that it felt like looking into a mirror. Seeing himself depicted in moments of passion, his cheeks flushed and lips parted, never failed to fluster him.
Trying to distract himself, Xie Lian’s fingers brushed against a smaller sketchbook tucked beneath a stack of papers. It looked older than the others, its leather cover worn and scuffed. Curiosity piqued, he opened it.
The first page made his breath hitch.
The sketches were raw and unpolished but unmistakable. They featured the two of them, entwined in a variety of explicit poses. But something was... different.
Xie Lian was always on top .
His heart raced as he flipped through the pages. In every drawing, he was the one leading, the one taking Hua Cheng in ways he had never imagined. The look on Hua Cheng’s face in the sketches was what truly unraveled him—open, vulnerable, utterly undone.
Heat pooled low in Xie Lian’s stomach as his body reacted to the imagery. His face grew even hotter and with trembling fingers, he closed the sketchbook and placed it back exactly where he had found it. His body burning and his thoughts spiraling.
Why would Hua Cheng draw something like this? Why didn’t I know about it? He didn’t feel entitled to every corner of Hua Cheng’s thoughts, but this... this was a secret he hadn’t anticipated.
Xie Lian tried to collect himself, but a sharp smell reached his nose.
“The duck!” he exclaimed, bolting upright.
He dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find Hua Cheng already there, standing over the stove. His sleeves were rolled up as he stirred the charred remains of the rice.
Hua Cheng looked up as Xie Lian skidded into the room. “Gege,” he said, his tone light despite the situation, “it seems I came just in time. Were you trying to make smoked rice? the duck is almost done.”
“San Lang…” Xie Lian began, trying to sound casual as he made his way toward the pots and dishes. Rolling up his sleeves, he continued, “Let me clean this up. It was my mistake, after all.”
Hua Cheng set down the wooden spoon and walked over to him, placing a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder. “Gege,” he said with a soft smile, “leave it to me. You’ve done enough.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Xie Lian insisted, forcing a smile as he reached for a sooty pan. “I’ll handle it.”
Hua Cheng raised an eyebrow, a flicker of concern crossing his face. He stepped closer, studying him intently. “Gege, do you have a fever?”
“What?”
“Your cheeks are very red.”
Xie Lian let out a nervous laugh, feeling the heat in his face intensified. “It’s just… really warm in the kitchen,” he muttered, averting his gaze.
Hua Cheng didn’t look convinced. He lifted a hand and gently cupped Xie Lian’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against his flushed skin. His dark eye was filled with affection and curiosity as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Xie Lian’s lips.
The simple touch lit something inside Xie Lian. A soft gasp escaped before he could stop it, and his mind, traitorous as always, filled with the images he’d stumbled upon earlier in Hua Cheng’s studio.
Hua Cheng smirked, sharp as ever, noticing the faint hitch in Xie Lian’s breath. “Gege… I didn’t think you’d be so excited to see me.”
“San Lang—” Xie Lian stammered, embarrassment washing over him. “It’s… just that it’s really hot in here,” he blurted, quickly looking away. He hated lying to Hua Cheng, but there was no way he could bring up that right now, especially not with his husband gazing at him so lovingly.
Hua Cheng didn’t press further. He let Xie Lian collect himself with a subtle nod and his usual calm demeanor.
“Let’s eat, please,” Xie Lian said hurriedly, retreating to the table. He grabbed some plates and bowls with shaky hands, serving the slightly charred rice, the glazed duck, and the overcooked vegetables.
They sat together, and Hua Cheng began eating with his usual enthusiasm. Xie Lian watched him out of the corner of his eye, still feeling a little flustered, though the warmth of the domestic scene started to settle his nerves.
“The rice is a bit smoky,” Hua Cheng remarked after a bite, “but it’s still soft.”
Xie Lian nodded, his cheeks still faintly pink.
When they tried the duck, Xie Lian was surprised to find it had turned out better than he expected. It was slightly dry, but the caramelized orange glaze still had a pleasant flavor.
“Gege… this is delicious,” Hua Cheng said, taking Xie Lian’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Xie Lian forced a smile, though the images from the sketchbook lingered in the back of his mind. Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, he asked, “How did it go with Quan Yizhen?”
Hua Cheng sighed lightly, though his expression remained affectionate. “As troublesome as ever. That boy has no manners. Still, we made good progress. He just needs to keep this up for a while longer.”
“How much longer do you think?”
“Maybe a year or two, depending on how well he learns to control his energy. YinYu’s lucky his Shidi has so much excess energy stored up.”
“Hmm, that’s true,” Xie Lian agreed, feeling a bit more at ease. Hua Cheng hadn’t mentioned anything about not wanting to help anymore, which was a relief.
Xie Lian let out a soft sigh. Knowing Hua Cheng was still willing to guide Quan Yizhen meant that YinYu’s much-needed reunion was a little closer. They both understood how important it was to wait for the right time.
As they finished the meal, Xie Lian did his best to push the images from the sketchbook out of his mind. But the memory of the drawings lingered, vivid and persistent, like a secret he knew he couldn’t ignore forever.
“Gege, is everything alright?” Hua Cheng asked, his tone casual but laced with subtle concern.
Xie Lian perked up, blinking as if startled out of a trance. “Ah, yes, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” He offered a soft smile, one he knew Hua Cheng loved, hoping it would deflect further questions.
Hua Cheng hummed noncommittally, leaning back slightly as he studied him. Xie Lian could feel that piercing gaze, but he quickly busied himself gathering the dishes from the table.
“I’ll clean up,” Xie Lian said hurriedly, standing and heading toward the sink before Hua Cheng could object.
“Gege, leave it. I’ll take care of it,” Hua Cheng called after him, already getting up to follow.
“No, no, it’s fine!” Xie Lian insisted, the words coming out a little sharper than intended. He softened his voice as he added, “You’ve already done so much, and must be tired from training Quan Yizhen. Please, let me.”
Hua Cheng sighed but didn’t push further. He leaned casually against the doorway, watching as Xie Lian started scrubbing the dishes with unnecessary fervor.
For a moment, Xie Lian managed to focus on the repetitive task, the sound of water and dishes clinking filling the kitchen. But his mind, rebellious and persistent, began replaying the vivid sketches he had seen earlier. Those positions , the intimacy, the boldness—it was so unlike anything he had ever imagined they could do. His hands paused, the sponge hovering uselessly over a plate as a forbidden thought crept in.
What would it feel like to do something like that with San Lang?
Heat surged up his neck, and Xie Lian quickly shook his head as if to banish the thought. But when he snapped out, he realized Hua Cheng was calling his name.
“Gege… Gege,” Hua Cheng’s voice was soft but insistent, pulling him back to the present.
Xie Lian turned, wide-eyed, to see Hua Cheng standing right beside him. Concern painted his features as he gently cupped Xie Lian’s face, tilting it upward to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted all evening.”
“N-nothing,” Xie Lian stammered, feeling his face burn under Hua Cheng’s touch. He swallowed thickly, forcing a small laugh. “It’s nothing, really. Don’t worry about it.”
Hua Cheng’s gaze narrowed slightly, unconvinced. “You’re not very good at lying to me, gege.” He thumbed Xie Lian’s flushed cheek. “Leave the dishes. Why don’t we go to the bedroom instead?”
Xie Lian hesitated but eventually nodded, allowing Hua Cheng to take his hand and lead him out of the kitchen. The familiar warmth of Hua Cheng’s grip steadied him, a simple comfort they had shared countless times since becoming husbands.
When they reached their shared bedroom, Xie Lian took a moment to admire the serene but opulent space. The massive round bed at the center was surrounded by an assortment of cushions, a cozy place that Hua Cheng had lovingly curated for them.
Hua Cheng guided him to the bed, and they both sat among the plush cushions. The flickering light from the lanterns cast a soft glow across Hua Cheng’s face, highlighting the affectionate yet worried look in his eye.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng began gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Xie Lian’s face. “Now that we’re alone, tell me. What’s going on?”
Xie Lian’s heart pounded as he fumbled for words. “It’s not—it’s just that…” He trailed off, biting his lip. The very idea of voicing what was on his mind made his stomach twist in embarrassment.
Hua Cheng waited patiently, his gaze unwavering.
Unable to form the words, Xie Lian decided to act instead. He leaned in, closing the distance between them and capturing Hua Cheng’s lips in a kiss.
Hua Cheng stiffened briefly in surprise—Xie Lian rarely initiated kisses like this—but he quickly melted into it, his hand coming up to cradle Xie Lian’s face. The surprise in his expression softened into tenderness, then gradually into something deeper, more heated.
Xie Lian tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His movements were more deliberate than usual, his lips parting to explore Hua Cheng’s. His hands followed, one sliding to the back of Hua Cheng’s neck while the other gripped his thigh.
Hua Cheng gasped against his lips, his breath hitching. “Gege… you’re…” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and tinged with excitement.
“San Lang…” Xie Lian whispered, his voice trembling but steady enough. “I… want to try something.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Hua Cheng’s eye lit up with a mix of curiosity and desire.
Xie Lian shifted, straddling Hua Cheng’s lap with a nervous determination. He gently took one of Hua Cheng’s wrists, pressing it against the bed as he leaned in for another kiss. Hua Cheng responded eagerly, his free hand instinctively settling on Xie Lian’s waist.
Xie Lian pressed closer, and he felt the growing excitement between them, their bodies reacting despite the layers of clothing separating them. His breath hitched, and Hua Cheng’s gaze darkened with desire.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured, his voice low and teasing, “what do you want to try?”
“I…” Xie Lian faltered, his resolve wavering under Hua Cheng’s intense gaze. He bit his lip, trying again, but the words caught in his throat. Realizing he couldn’t just do without explaining, he sat back slightly and took a deep breath.
“I saw some drawings,” he began hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper, “in the study.”
Hua Cheng tilted his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Drawings? Which painting caught your eye, gege? What positions do you want to try?” His chuckle was soft, teasing, but held a thread of genuine curiosity.
Xie Lian’s face turned a deep shade of red. “It’s not— I mean, I saw something I probably shouldn’t have. I’m sorry! I didn’t know…” His words tumbled out, guilt and nervousness tangling his speech.
Hua Cheng’s expression shifted from playful to curious concern. “Gege… what do you mean?”
Xie Lian swallowed hard, glancing down before finally blurting out, “I saw drawings of you… beneath me. . of you… receiving me ”
For a moment, Hua Cheng froze, the playful smile dropping from his face. His brows knit together, a rare look of unease and shame crossing his features. “Gege… that’s not—I mean, those were from a long time ago. I— I’m sorry for keeping something like that from you…”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian interrupted, reaching for his wrist again. “I liked them.” His voice trembled, but his words carried weight. “I never thought about it before—doing it that way. It wasn’t even a possibility in my mind. But when I saw them… I… I want to try.”
The confession hung in the air, a vulnerable truth that left both of them breathless. Xie Lian felt a knot of anxiety loosen in his chest. He had said it, and though his face burned with embarrassment, he was relieved to have cleared the air before misunderstandings took root and sent Hua Cheng spiraling, it was the last thing he wanted to happen.
Hua Cheng’s eye widened, his disbelief evident. “Gege… are you serious?”
“Yes,” Xie Lian replied softly, lowering his gaze but finding the courage to continue. “I want to know how it feels… to be ‘ on top .’ And I want you to feel good too.”
Hua Cheng exhaled slowly, his lips parting in a mix of awe and reverence. “Gege, you have no idea the power you hold over me.” His voice was thick with emotion as he pulled Xie Lian into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest.
Xie Lian’s breath hitched at the intensity of the embrace, his own hands clutching at Hua Cheng’s shoulders.
“Doesn’t gege want to know?” Hua Cheng murmured, his voice soft but steady.
“Know what?” Xie Lian asked, leaning back slightly to meet his husband’s gaze.
“Why I drew those,” Hua Cheng admitted. His expression was guarded, almost shy—a vulnerability Xie Lian rarely saw but he knew he was the only one who was offered to look at him like that.
“I do,” Xie Lian said carefully, “but only if you want to tell me.”
Hua Cheng nodded, his thumb tracing soft circles on Xie Lian’s back as he began. “It was… from when I was a soldier, when I served under you. After the incident with the Land of the Tender, the flowers recreated certain illusions—images of things that had never happened but lingered in my mind. Among them was one I couldn’t forget. That image stayed with me, haunting me for years after my… my death.”
He paused, his gaze growing distant. “In my solitude at the klint, I began to imagine it that way, —differently— reversed to how we are now. Those thoughts eventually became those drawings. I never meant for you to see them, just like the paintings at the cave but…” He trailed off, his lips curving into a small, wistful smile.
Xie Lian reached up, cupping Hua Cheng’s face. “San Lang,” he said, his voice filled with affection, “I’m not upset. I want to try because… I trust you. And I want to give back a little of the love you always shower me with.”
Hua Cheng’s gaze shimmered, his resolve crumbling as he buried his face in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck. “Gege, you can have anything you want from me. My life, my body—they’re yours.”
Xie Lian’s fingers tightened in Hua Cheng’s hair, and for a moment, they simply held each other.
“Then,” Xie Lian whispered, his voice shaky but resolute, “let’s try it.”
Xie Lian felt the tension melt from Hua Cheng's embrace when his husband leaned closer, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur.
"Gege," Hua Cheng began, brushing his thumb along Xie Lian's cheek, the touch grounding and intimate. "I have an idea."
Before Xie Lian could respond, Hua Cheng captured his lips in a deep, unhurried kiss. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of reverence, Hua Cheng’s lips soft yet insistent, his hand sliding to cradle the back of Xie Lian's head. The world around them seemed to blur, Xie Lian felt his husband’s devotion in every brush of their lips.
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The faint scent of sweet incense lingered in the air, filling the room with a soothing warmth that seemed to cradle Xie Lian’s nerves. He stood before the vanity, adjusting the intricate layers of his princely robes. The shimmering white and gold fabric flowed like water over his form, a stark reminder of his past yet comforting in its familiarity. His hair was neatly tied back with a golden ribbon, leaving loose strands to frame his face, softening his features. The fragrance in the room seemed to permeate his skin, making him feel lightheaded but calm, as though he was floating.
When Xie Lian turned, he found Hua Cheng kneeling on the floor, in the same posture as a soldier waiting for orders. He wore the uniform of a soldier—black with crimson accents, his hair in a high ponytail, and his silver armor catching the warm glow of the lantern light. The sight made Xie Lian’s breath hitch. Despite Hua Cheng’s eternally youthful face, something about the outfit exuded vulnerability. It brought a pang of nostalgia, memories of the unwavering loyalty Hua Cheng had shown him since the beginning. His husband’s lips curved into a small smile, but his expression remained serious, and determined.
"Dianxia," Hua Cheng called softly, his voice tender yet laced with an edge of formality, perfectly matching his attire. He reached for Xie Lian’s hand, his fingers brushing lightly before he grasped it fully.
Xie Lian’s heart raced at the title and the way Hua Cheng’s gaze lingered on him, drinking him in as though he were something holy. His hand tingled where Hua Cheng held it, and the warmth in his chest began to spread, a gentle hum of heat traveling down his spine and pooling low in his abdomen. It wasn’t unlike the sensations he’d felt in the Land of the Tender, this time, there was no fear, only a blissful expectation.
Their breaths were shallow, both of them affected by the incense, their faces lightly flushed. Xie Lian glanced down at Hua Cheng, seeing the faint tremor in his fingers. Even now, after everything they’d been through, Hua Cheng still looked at him with awe, as though Xie Lian were the only thing that mattered in the world. The sight made Xie Lian’s chest tighten with overwhelming affection.
Clearing his throat softly, Xie Lian decided to take the lead, drawing from the quiet strength he’d gained over the years. "My young soldier" he began, his voice soft but firm. "You will follow my orders tonight."
Hua Cheng’s eye widened slightly, then softened, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "As you command, Dianxia," he murmured, the title rolling off his tongue like a promise.
Xie Lian stepped closer, placing his other hand atop Hua Cheng’s shoulder, feeling the solid weight of the armor beneath his touch. His pulse quickened as he tilted Hua Cheng’s chin up, forcing their gazes to lock. "You’ve served me faithfully," Xie Lian said, his tone low, almost teasing. "It’s only fair that I take care of you tonight."
Hua Cheng’s expression flickered, caught between surprise and adoration. He swallowed visibly, his throat bobbing under the weight of the moment. "Gege…"
"No," Xie Lian interrupted, shaking his head as a playful smile tugged at his lips. "Tonight, I am your prince. And you are mine to command."
The blush that spread across Hua Cheng’s cheeks was instantaneous, but his lips parted slightly as though he wanted to speak and couldn’t find the words.
“Dianxia…” he whispered, very softly like a murmur.
Xie Lian leaned closer, his lips brushing against Hua Cheng’s ear as he whispered, "Let me help you, my loyal servant."
The shiver that ran through Hua Cheng’s body was palpable, and Xie Lian couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. For once, he felt bold, empowered by Hua Cheng’s unwavering trust and love. He felt a little more ready to take this step with his husband.
Xie Lian let his fingers trail down the front of Hua Cheng’s uniform, the armor cool under his touch as he stepped back slightly. His husband’s eye followed him, filled with a mix of uncertainty and yearning that sent a shiver down Xie Lian’s spine. Despite the roleplay, the raw vulnerability in Hua Cheng’s gaze was entirely real.
"Now," Xie Lian began, his voice firm but not unkind, the title a gentle bridge between their reality and the fantasy. He let his hands drop to his sides, straightening his posture. "Stand up."
Hua Cheng hesitated for only a fraction of a second before obeying, rising gracefully to his feet. The confidence in his movements belied the faint flush creeping up his neck as he stood before Xie Lian, his broad shoulders squared yet his eye lowered, unable to meet Xie Lian’s gaze directly.
"Help me remove these," Xie Lian said, gesturing to his princely robes. His tone was calm, but there was a quiet authority in it, one that made Hua Cheng tense, his fingers twitching at his sides.
Hua Cheng stepped closer, his movements almost hesitant. He reached for the golden sash at Xie Lian’s waist, his hands steady but his breath uneven. Slowly, carefully, he unraveled the intricate knot, letting the shimmering fabric slide from Xie Lian’s body. He knelt to remove the prince's boots, his movements reverent, treating even this simple act like an honor. When he straightened again, Xie Lian stood before him in nothing but his thin inner robes, the faint lines of his body visible through the delicate fabric.
Hua Cheng’s eye darted away immediately, his jaw tightening as though to steel himself against the sight. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, and he stood rigid, as though afraid to move too quickly. Xie Lian’s heart softened at the sight, but he kept his expression composed, stepping forward to tilt Hua Cheng’s chin up with two fingers, forcing their gazes to meet.
"Look at me," Xie Lian said softly. His thumb brushed against Hua Cheng’s lower lip, and he felt the way his husband trembled under his touch. "It’s all right. You can do this."
Hua Cheng’s lips parted as though he wanted to respond, but he merely nodded, his throat working as he swallowed. The vulnerability in his eye was startling—so unlike the confident Hua Cheng Xie Lian knew. He felt a flicker of surprise at how easily his husband fell into the role, so convincingly unsure and obedient, as though he truly were a young soldier once more, his slightly more boyish face adding more ambiance to the situation.
"You’ve protected me, but now," Xie Lian continued, his voice dipping lower, "it’s my turn to help you."
Hua Cheng stepped back immediately, shaking his head. "Dianxia," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent, "you shouldn’t trouble yourself with a mere soldier. This—this isn’t proper."
Xie Lian let out a soft hum, tilting his head as though in thought. "Young soldier," he said, his tone now tinged with a hint of playfulness, "you’ve forgotten your place. I gave you an order, didn’t I?"
The words felt foreign yet natural on Xie Lian’s tongue, a strange blend of his true self and the princely role he was playing. Hua Cheng’s reaction made it worth the effort—the way his eye widened slightly, his lips parting in shock before he seemed to crumble under the weight of Xie Lian’s gaze.
"Forgive me, Dianxia," Hua Cheng whispered, bowing his head. His hands clenched at his sides, and Xie Lian could see the faint tremor in his shoulders.
"Good," Xie Lian said, his lips curving into a small smile. He stepped closer, reaching for the clasp of Hua Cheng’s armor. The metal was cool against his fingers as he worked it free, the heavy plates falling away to reveal the dark fabric beneath.
He worked deliberately, letting his hands linger as he removed each piece, feeling the warmth of Hua Cheng’s skin radiating through the thin barriers of clothing. Every brush of his fingers against Hua Cheng’s neck, shoulders, or chest elicited the smallest of reactions—shivers, sharp intakes of breath, the way Hua Cheng’s eye fluttered shut for just a moment before snapping open again.
Xie Lian’s movements were steady but unhurried, his own nerves quelled by the quiet intimacy of the act. As he peeled away the last layer of Hua Cheng’s uniform, leaving him bare from the waist up, he paused to run his hand over his husband’s chest, feeling the usually cold and soft skin now burn beneath his palm.
"You’re trembling." Xie Lian said quietly, his voice softer now, almost reverent.
"I—" Hua Cheng’s voice caught, and he looked down, his expression a mixture of shame and longing. "I can’t help it, Dianxia. You… you make me this way."
The confession sent a rush of warmth through Xie Lian, his chest tightening with affection. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Hua Cheng’s collarbone, feeling the way his husband shuddered under the touch. "Then let me take care of you," Xie Lian whispered against his skin, his lips brushing lightly as he spoke.
Hua Cheng’s hands clenched in the fabric of Xie Lian’s inner robes, his breath hitching as he nodded. "As you command, Dianxia."
Xie Lian stepped closer, his princely earrings chiming softly with the movement, their delicate sound contrasting with the charged tension in the air. He cupped the back of Hua Cheng’s neck, his fingers threading into the loose strands of dark hair. Hua Cheng's breath hitched audibly, and Xie Lian tilted his head, brushing their lips together. It was a light kiss at first, testing, as if it truly were their first—soft and barely there.
But then Xie Lian pressed deeper, his lips parting to take control. He tilted Hua Cheng's head slightly to the side, the movement natural yet commanding, and his tongue darted out, meeting Hua Cheng’s in a collision that was both hesitant and fervent. Hua Cheng let out a low, desperate sound, his jaw going slack as he surrendered. The heat of their breaths mingled, and Xie Lian’s heart pounded as the kiss deepened, slow and consuming, making everything else fade away.
When he finally pulled back, Hua Cheng’s lips were wet and slightly parted, his eye glazed with need. Before either could speak, Xie Lian placed a hand on Hua Cheng’s chest and gently pushed. Hua Cheng stumbled back, landing seated on the bed, his long legs still clad in his pants and boots. His flushed face and heaving chest made him look utterly undone, even though he was still mostly dressed.
"Stay still," Xie Lian murmured, his voice a mix of princely authority and tender affection. Hua Cheng’s eye widened slightly, but he obeyed, sitting rigidly as Xie Lian knelt to remove his boots.
Each motion was deliberate, and Xie Lian couldn’t help but let his fingers linger on Hua Cheng’s ankles as he freed them from the confines of leather. The vulnerability in Hua Cheng’s posture, the way his hands gripped the edge of the bed, only fueled Xie Lian’s growing confidence in his role.
He moved to stand between Hua Cheng’s legs, his body slotting naturally into the space. Leaning down, Xie Lian captured Hua Cheng’s lips again, his hands roaming freely now, exploring the expanse of warm, bare skin beneath them. He could feel Hua Cheng trembling, each shiver only feeding the fire building between them. As their bodies pressed closer together, the unmistakable hardness of their arousals met, sending a shock of pleasure through Xie Lian. A gasp escaped his lips, mirrored by Hua Cheng’s needy moan.
Xie Lian instinctively began rolling his hips, creating a rhythm as he sought friction. The delicious sensation made his breath catch, and he broke the kiss to trail his lips along Hua Cheng’s jawline and down to his ear, nipping gently at the lobe. Hua Cheng’s soft whimpers filled the room, each one sweeter than the last.
"Dianxia," Hua Cheng gasped, his voice raw and trembling. It was the first time Xie Lian had heard him sound so vulnerable, so desperate, and it sent a shiver down his spine. The title, uttered with such need, made Xie Lian’s heart race.
He lowered his hands, letting one rest against Hua Cheng’s hardened length through the fabric of his pants, while the other trailed down the inside of Hua Cheng’s thigh. His touch was slow, deliberate, and entirely possessive. Hua Cheng’s hips jerked slightly, his breathing uneven, and Xie Lian couldn’t stop himself from smiling faintly.
"Dianxia, no—it’s—" Hua Cheng tried to protest, his voice breaking.
Xie Lian silenced him with another kiss, his lips firm yet reassuring. "It’s all right," he whispered against Hua Cheng’s lips, his tone steady and soothing.
With a fluid motion, Xie Lian began pulling down Hua Cheng’s pants. The sight that greeted him made his breath catch—Hua Cheng’s arousal stood flushed and glistening at the tip, his body taut with tension. Xie Lian swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from the way Hua Cheng’s abdomen tensed with every uneven breath. The image stirred something deep and primal within him.
Hua Cheng’s hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles white. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and desire, his gaze flitting away as though he couldn’t bear the intensity of Xie Lian’s scrutiny. Xie Lian’s own heart hammered in his chest, but he pushed forward, gently removing the rest of Hua Cheng’s clothing and leaving him entirely bare.
Xie Lian knelt again, his hands resting on Hua Cheng’s knees. Slowly, he pushed them apart, his palms sliding down the trembling muscles of Hua Cheng’s thighs. The sight of his husband—flushed, exposed, and completely at his mercy—was overwhelming. He let his hand glide up the inside of Hua Cheng’s thigh, stopping just shy of where Hua Cheng’s need was most apparent, before trailing down further to cup his backside.
Hua Cheng tensed, his hips jerking slightly at the touch, and Xie Lian looked up to meet his gaze. "Don’t hold back," Xie Lian murmured, his voice low but commanding. "I want to hear you. That’s an order."
Hua Cheng’s eye widened, his lips parting as a strangled moan escaped him, his entire body trembling under Xie Lian’s touch.
Xie Lian let his fingers trail softly across Hua Cheng’s abdomen, drawing invisible lines over his warm, taut skin. With his other hand, he wrapped around Hua Cheng’s rigid erection, the heat of it making him shudder. He took a steadying breath, reminding himself to stay composed. This wasn’t just a role he had decided to play; it was a moment he wanted Hua Cheng to treasure forever.
“Tell me…” he began, his voice low and trembling, yet steady enough to carry the weight of his words. He tightened his grip slightly, moving his hand in slow, deliberate strokes. “Is this your first time? or have you done it with anyone before this way?” His free hand moved to Hua Cheng’s firm glutes, squeezing gently before brushing his fingers against the intimate area just below.
Hua Cheng’s breath hitched, his hips twitching instinctively. “N-no…” His voice was a hushed whisper, layered with embarrassment and desire. “I’d never dare. I’ve only ever had these thoughts about Dianxia.”
Those words ignited something deep inside Xie Lian, a blend of tenderness and hunger that made his chest ache. His hand stilled for a moment, giving Hua Cheng a chance to breathe, before he leaned over to the bedside table and picked up a small bottle. He opened it slowly, the soft pop of the cap breaking the charged silence. When he turned back, their gazes locked, Hua Cheng’s eye a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.
“I’ll make sure this first time is unforgettable,” Xie Lian murmured, his voice carrying a promise that resonated between them.
He leaned in again, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down Hua Cheng’s chest, moving lower until he reached the throbbing erection waiting for him. He paused, letting his breath ghost over the sensitive skin before giving the tip a gentle lick, savoring the taste of Hua Cheng’s arousal. Then, he took him fully into his mouth, slow and deliberate, allowing Hua Cheng to feel every inch of his effort.
Hua Cheng arched his back, his hands clutching at the sheets as a broken moan tore from his lips. Xie Lian didn’t falter, moving his tongue in teasing circles, gauging every reaction. His mind raced with disbelief—he was venturing into uncharted territory, but he was determined to make it perfect, not just as to the “soldier” Hua Cheng played but as to his devoted husband.
He released Hua Cheng’s member with a soft, wet sound, licking the tip once more before trailing his tongue lower, kissing and worshiping his way to Hua Cheng’s testicles. He took his time there, lavishing attention until he felt Hua Cheng’s legs tremble beneath him. Then, as if guided by instinct, he ventured even further, pressing soft kisses downward until he reached the small, tightly clenched ring of muscle waiting for him.
Xie Lian hesitated for the briefest moment before gently parting Hua Cheng’s cheeks, exposing the area fully. Hua Cheng’s breath quickened, and his hips gave an involuntary jolt. “Wait, Dianxia—”
A strangled sound escaped Hua Cheng as Xie Lian’s tongue brushed over the delicate muscle, his touch feather-light yet electric. Ignoring the gasp of surprise, Xie Lian continued, licking carefully, exploring with his tongue and savoring each quiet moan and shuddering breath Hua Cheng couldn’t suppress.
Finally, Xie Lian pulled back, reaching for the bottle once more. He poured a generous amount of the oil onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid before pressing one finger gently against Hua Cheng’s entrance, now wet and red from the teasing.
“You’ll be fine. Just hold on a little longer, and you’ll have your reward.” he murmured, his voice rough yet soothing. Slowly, he pressed a single finger inside, pausing immediately at the slightest resistance. The warmth and tightness around his finger were entirely new, and he knew it was the same for Hua Cheng. Xie Lian knew he wasn’t exactly as big as his husband, maybe more an average size, but still he wanted to be careful.
When Hua Cheng relaxed a little, Xie Lian moved gently, giving him time to adjust before adding a second finger. He moved them in a slow, careful rhythm, stretching the entrance with utmost care. Hua Cheng let out a louder moan, his hips beginning to move in search of more friction.
When Xie Lian introduced a third finger, Hua Cheng’s head tilted back, a strangled cry leaving his throat. Xie Lian crooked his fingers, searching until Hua Cheng suddenly froze, then bucked his hips as his voice broke into a desperate cry. “Dianxia—ah! Right there!”
A soft smile graced Xie Lian’s lips as he pressed another kiss to Hua Cheng’s inner thigh. He kept his fingers moving, applying careful pressure to that spot again and again, listening to Hua Cheng’s trembling moans grow louder. His husband was utterly undone beneath him, and Xie Lian knew he had found exactly what Hua Cheng needed to fall apart in the best possible way.
Xie Lian maintained the steady rhythm of his fingers, pressing and curling them into that same spot deep inside Hua Cheng, over and over again. The way Hua Cheng's body reacted—arching, trembling, shivering—was both mesmerizing and empowering. Every sound that spilled from Hua Cheng's lips, every gasp and a half-formed cry of “Dianxia” , sent waves of warmth through Xie Lian's chest, fueling his determination to give Hua Cheng nothing but the best.
“Dianxia, no—I’m going to—” Hua Cheng’s voice cracked, his hands clutching the sheets tightly, his body taut like a bowstring about to snap.
Xie Lian smiled softly, his voice carrying a rare note of authority, laced with tenderness. “You can come like this? Do it, my little soldier. Let go.”
He pressed into that sweet spot once more, adding a deliberate twist of his fingers, and Hua Cheng’s entire body shuddered. Xie Lian felt the way his inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers, pulsing in time with his release. His gaze flickered down, watching with fascination as Hua Cheng’s erection twitched, spilling hot liquid over his stomach in thick, trembling spurts. Hua Cheng gasped and moaned his name over and over, his voice breathless and raw.
Xie Lian withdrew his fingers gently, careful not to overwhelm Hua Cheng further just yet. He leaned in, pressing a long, searing kiss to Hua Cheng’s lips, swallowing the soft, shuddering breaths his husband let out. The taste of him, the warmth of his lips—everything about Hua Cheng at that moment made Xie Lian’s heart ache with love and pride.
“You did so well,” Xie Lian whispered, his voice warm and soothing against Hua Cheng’s trembling lips. “I’m proud of you.”
Hua Cheng’s eyes, still hazy with bliss, met his. The rims were slightly red, his lashes damp from the intensity of his release. He looked utterly vulnerable, a rare sight that Xie Lian couldn’t help but cherish. Hua Cheng blinked up at him, still catching his breath, his devotion evident even in his post-orgasmic haze.
“Turn around,” Xie Lian instructed softly, his tone leaving no room for hesitation but still holding the same care and patience. His hand stroked down Hua Cheng’s side, a gentle reassurance.
Hua Cheng nodded, his voice low and obedient. “Yes... Dianxia.”
He shifted carefully, rolling onto his stomach. His movements were a little clumsy, his limbs still trembling from the aftershocks of his release. Xie Lian couldn’t take his eyes off him, and the sight of Hua Cheng lying bare and open before him stole his breath. The trust Hua Cheng placed in him at that moment felt immense, almost overwhelming.
Xie Lian adjusted himself, leaning down to kiss the back of Hua Cheng’s neck, his lips brushing over the faint sheen of sweat that had gathered there. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his kisses lower as his hands roamed over Hua Cheng’s back, soothing and steadying him.
Hua Cheng’s breath hitched again, and Xie Lian’s own heart raced in anticipation of what was to come.
Xie Lian let his hands trail reverently over Hua Cheng's smaller, more delicate frame—so fitting for the role of a young soldier from their proper long gone Xian Le era. He took a moment to admire the sight before him: Hua Cheng's back arched gracefully, his face buried in the pillows, a deep flush painting his cheeks. His exposed lower half was entirely at Xie Lian’s mercy, the soft curve of his backside on full display, with his entrance now red and glistening from earlier attentions.
Xie Lian adjusted his position, steadying himself. His gaze lingered on the subtle shifts of Hua Cheng's body as he exhaled softly, still catching his breath. With trembling fingers, Xie Lian parted the firm butt checks, revealing that intimate, still-tight ring of muscle. His throat went dry as he took in the full view, a rush of heat flooding his senses.
He recalled the drawings he saw in the book, he wanted to implement them—positions designed to bring the most pleasure to one’s partner. Hua Cheng had always been generous in their past encounters, indulging Xie Lian's every desire with unrelenting focus and patience. Now it was his turn to reciprocate.
Taking again the small bottle of oil, Xie Lian opened his inner princely robes and poured a generous amount onto his throbbing, aching length. The cool liquid offered momentary relief as he spread it evenly over himself, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He positioned himself carefully at Hua Cheng’s entrance, resting the flushed head of his arousal against that tight, slickened ring. With one steadying breath, he pressed forward, just the tip.
The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. A velvety heat enveloped him, drawing a shuddered gasp from his lips. Hua Cheng let out a broken moan, his body tensing slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion. Xie Lian froze immediately, his hands moving to massage Hua Cheng's back, soothing the tension from his muscles.
“You’re doing so well,” Xie Lian murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down to press a kiss between Hua Cheng’s shoulder blades. “We can take our time, Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Hua Cheng’s response was a muffled moan, his hands clutching at the pillows. “No... don’t stop. Dianxia, I—more. Please.”
The plea sent a jolt of heat through Xie Lian’s body. Swallowing hard, he nodded, though Hua Cheng couldn’t see it. “Very well.”
He pushed in deeper, slowly sinking into the hot, constricting heat of Hua Cheng’s body. The feeling was of intense warmth, impossibly soft, and yet firm in the way it gripped him. Xie Lian’s breath came in uneven pants, his fingers trembling as he gripped Hua Cheng’s hips tightly to ground himself. He had spilled countless times before in his husband’s hands, in his mouth, but this was something entirely different. He felt surrounded, enveloped by Hua Cheng in a way that struck him to his core.
Hua Cheng let out a choked moan as Xie Lian moved slightly deeper, his walls fluttering around him. “Are you… okay?” Xie Lian managed to ask, his voice strained with the effort it took to hold himself still.
“Ahh—Dianxia, I... more, please don’t stop” Hua Cheng whimpered, his tone almost desperate.
Xie Lian’s eyes widened briefly, surprised at how quickly Hua Cheng’s body had adjusted to his presence. His lips curved into a soft smile, even as his pulse raced wildly. “Very well,” he whispered again, his voice now carrying a touch more confident.
Gripping Hua Cheng’s hips with one hand, Xie Lian pushed in further, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. The sensation nearly undid him, and he had to bite his lip to keep from losing control. His free hand trailed upward, tangling in Hua Cheng’s thick, ink-black hair. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling gently, experimentally, mimicking one of the poses he’d seen in the drawings.
Hua Cheng’s reaction was immediate: a strangled cry left his lips, his body arching even further, pushing back against Xie Lian’s hips. His single visible eye glistened with tears, his expression a mixture of ecstasy and surrender. The sight of him—flushed, trembling, utterly undone—was everything Xie Lian needed to spur him on.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, savoring every second of Hua Cheng’s tight heat enveloping him. Each sound that escaped Hua Cheng’s lips—a gasped “Dianxia,” a soft moan, a shuddered cry—was music to his ears. Xie Lian’s hand in Hua Cheng’s hair tightened slightly, and he pulled again, a little harder this time, synchronizing the motion with a deep, deliberate thrust.
“Ahh—Dianxia!” Hua Cheng sobbed, his voice breaking on the last syllable.
“That’s it,” Xie Lian murmured, his voice shaking with restrained passion. “Let me take care of you, my loyal soldier, since you’re so devoted and served me so well.”
Xie Lian held himself back with every ounce of control he had, even as Hua Cheng’s body clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper, to pull him over the edge. The effort it took to restrain himself was monumental—he now understood just how much harder it was to hold back when being the one giving . But it was possible, and Xie Lian was determined.
This role, this dynamic, was one he hadn’t expected to enjoy as much as he did. Xie Lian had always cherished Hua Cheng’s strength, his devotion, his protection, and his unwavering loyalty. But seeing him like this—pliant, flushed, his mortal form reminiscent of a young soldier who had once served him—sparked a different kind of affection. A dangerous, consuming affection.
Xie Lian pulled out carefully, shifting Hua Cheng onto his back so they were face-to-face.
The sight of him like this was devastatingly beautiful—his flushed cheeks, his head thrown back, exposing the graceful line of his neck, his ponytail in disarray. Strands of dark hair stuck to his damp skin, and the ends were spilled across the pillows, almost glowing against the sheets. His visible eye was glassy, and the wetness soaking through his bandage was undeniable.
Tears, Xie Lian realized with a pang, not of pain but overwhelming pleasure. It made something primal within him stir—a sense of pride, and power, he wouldn’t get tired of the unexpected exhilaration at seeing Hua Cheng like this, completely undone and all because of him. And all of it lit by the faint glow of the incense around them. Xie Lian reached down, gently spreading Hua Cheng’s legs wider, his movements deliberate.
Xie Lian then moved closer to Hua Cheng’s face, leaned down, and with one hand cupped his left cheek, guiding his face toward him. “What do you want, my soldier?” he asked softly, though his voice carried the undeniable weight of authority.
“I—” Hua Cheng’s voice cracked, his lips trembling as he struggled to form words. “I want Dianxia inside me, again.”
“And what else?” Xie Lian pressed, his tone firm but gentle. He stroked Hua Cheng’s thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles that made him shiver.
Hua Cheng hesitated, his visible eye darting away in shame. “I wouldn’t dare—”
“It’s an order,” Xie Lian said, cutting through Hua Cheng’s hesitation with calm authority.
Hua Cheng swallowed thickly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I want to feel Dianxia come inside me.”
The words hit Xie Lian like a lightning strike, stealing the breath from his lungs. His restraint, already tenuous, wavered dangerously, but he forced himself to stay composed. “Good. Such a greedy request, but I’m willing to fulfill my promise, my good devoted soldier” he murmured, his voice low and filled with approval.
Xie Lian positioned himself and pushed back in, slowly, deeply.
He stilled, giving Hua Cheng a moment to adjust before starting to move. His thrusts were steady but firm, each one drawing soft, broken moans from Hua Cheng’s lips. He leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his sounds as their bodies moved together, slick and seamless.
When Xie Lian wrapped a hand around Hua Cheng’s renewed arousal, stroking it in time with his thrusts, Hua Cheng gasped, his hands clutching at Xie Lian’s back. “Gege! it’s too much!” he cried out before quickly correcting himself, “I-I mean Dianxia—!”
Xie Lian froze mid-thrust, his lips curving into a small, indulgent smile. He tightened his grip slightly, making Hua Cheng whimper. “Not ‘gege’,” he said softly but firmly, his voice dripping with authority. “For now, I am Dianxia. Understand?”
Hua Cheng’s visible eye widened, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and awe. “Y-Yes, Dianxia, I’m sorry” he stammered.
“It's okay, you've already apologized.” Xie Lian replied, resuming his movements. He found the angle he knew would drive Hua Cheng to the brink, adjusting his position until Hua Cheng let out a sharp, desperate cry, his body arching beautifully.
The truth is that Xie Lian was not a vindictive person, but he was relieved to be in control and be able to correct his husband in the role play. Hua Cheng took it very seriously when Xie Lian forgot to follow up, and often bullied him! It mostly happened at the peak of his ecstasy, like now to Hua Cheng, so maybe a little reprimand would be good for him. He’d deal with the consequences of his own boldness later.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by the scent of incense and the heat of their shared passion. Xie Lian pressed deeper, faster, his own restraint slipping as Hua Cheng’s cries grew louder. When Hua Cheng tensed and let out a pitched moan, spilling himself over Xie Lian’s hand, the tightness around him was too much to bear. With a final, powerful series of thrusts, Xie Lian let himself go, burying himself as deep as possible and releasing with a shuddering groan.
His vision went white for a moment, the intensity of his climax nearly overwhelming him. When he finally collapsed onto Hua Cheng, his chest heaving, he could feel the tremors still running through his husband’s body. Xie Lian pulled out, feeling the hot liquid leaking. He sighed and pressed a soft kiss to Hua Cheng’s temple, his heart swelling with tenderness.
“You’ve done so well, my loyal soldier,” he whispered, his voice warm and full of affection.
Hua Cheng let out a soft, breathless laugh, his arms wrapping around Xie Lian’s waist as he murmured, “Anything for Dianxia.”
Xie Lian felt Hua Cheng shift beside him and turned his head slightly, his body still heavy with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice soft and a little hoarse.
“I’m getting something to clean us up,” Hua Cheng replied, standing with surprising ease.
Xie Lian blinked, his face warming as the implications of their activities finally settled over him in his post-climactic haze. “But—can you walk?” he asked, embarrassment lacing his tone.
Hua Cheng shot him a cheeky grin, one that was so inherently him it made Xie Lian’s chest ache with fondness. “Gege doesn’t need to worry about me. I can handle this... and much more,” he said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.
Xie Lian buried his face in his hands, groaning softly. “San Lang…”
Hua Cheng returned shortly, carrying a bowl of warm water and a few towels. He placed the bowl down carefully and sat beside Xie Lian on the bed, his movements gentle and unhurried. With a damp cloth in hand, Hua Cheng began to clean Xie Lian, his touch tender as he wiped away the remnants of their fluids. His expression was calm and focused, yet there was an unmistakable warmth in the way he handled every gesture.
Once he was satisfied with cleaning and pampering him, Hua Cheng cleaned himself, setting the towels aside before extinguishing the incense. Then, he slid back into bed and pulled Xie Lian into his arms, kissing him deeply. His fingers gently brushed back Xie Lian’s sweat-dampened hair, his lips curving into a smirk against his husband’s.
“Who would’ve thought gege could be so commanding? So into the roleplay?” Hua Cheng teased, his tone full of mischief.
“San Lang! Enough!” Xie Lian spluttered, his face burning.
Hua Cheng chuckled, clearly relishing Xie Lian’s embarrassment. “You even scolded me. So disciplined,” he said with mock seriousness. “I’ll make sure to return the favor next time. How does that sound, gege?”
“I—I—!” Xie Lian gave up trying to argue and instead let out a frustrated groan, hiding his face against Hua Cheng’s chest. His mortification and shame were skyrocketing, and Hua Cheng’s teasing only made it worse. He’d let himself get far too carried away.
But Hua Cheng’s arms tightened around him, his tone softening. “Thank you, gege,” he murmured, his voice full of genuine affection. “Thank you for making this fantasy come true.”
Xie Lian hesitated for a moment before peeking up at him, his eyes wide and uncertain. “Did… did I do well?” he asked softly.
“Incredible,” Hua Cheng said without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. “Like everything you do.”
The sincerity in Hua Cheng’s words made Xie Lian’s heart swell, and he allowed himself to relax into the embrace. They settled down together, Hua Cheng wrapping them both in a warm blanket. As he planted a series of quick, playful kisses on Xie Lian’s cheeks, and he couldn’t help but squeal, the sound of affection and relief from their playful laughs filled the room.
And with that, the Ghost King’s final secret was revealed, leaving Xie Lian feeling closer to Hua Cheng in a newfound way. As they lay intertwined, the steady rhythm of Hua Cheng's breath against his skin, Xie Lian couldn’t help but smile softly. This night had opened a door he hadn’t realized existed—new roles, new dynamics, and a sense of adventure that made their already eternal bond feel refreshingly new. He tightened his hold on Hua Cheng, heart swelling with gratitude and quiet excitement. Xie Lian felt that there was still so much left to explore together, and the thought of eternity together seemed even brighter.