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Duan Linzhou had just eaten candied fruit, and the sweetness still lingered in his mouth. Mu Peixuan kissed his lips, his tongue, tasting the bitterness of the medicine he’d been taking for days. Mu Peixuan felt as though he were being pickled in the medicinal flavor. Duan Linzhou had been drinking it for so many years. Thinking of this, a surge of affection welled up in Mu Peixuan’s heart.
He licked and nibbled at Duan Linzhou’s tongue like a puppy, making Duan Linzhou chuckle. Duan Linzhou caressed Mu Peixuan’s ears and neck. What had started as a tender kiss became inexplicably sticky and ambiguous due to Mu Peixuan’s actions. The room was filled with the fragrance of incense, a newly blended plum blossom scent, it was light and refined. Yet, Mu Peixuan always felt it wasn’t as appealing as the faint Xinxiang emanating from Duan Linzhou.
A Zhongyong’s Xinxiang was weak and deeply hidden, utterly insufficient to satisfy a Tianqian’s craving. But Mu Peixuan was obsessed, liking it immensely.
Perhaps because he hadn’t yet recovered, Mu Peixuan allowed his own Xinxiang to permeate the room, as if yearning to envelop Duan Linzhou, to seep into his very bones and blood. Although Duan Linzhou couldn’t smell it, being a Zhongyong, he inexplicably sensed a pressure that made his limbs weaken and his breathing quicken.
Their intertwined lips and tongues could no longer satisfy them. Duan Linzhou watched as a flush rose on Mu Peixuan’s cheeks, his eyes filled with desire, staring intently at him. Duan Linzhou smiled, leaned in, and pecked his moist lips. Mu Peixuan’s adam apple bobbed, and he cupped Duan Linzhou’s neck, kissing him again, forcefully and deeply attached. They tumbled onto the bed, their outer robes discarded to the side. Their things underneath became excited, rubbing against each other. Duan Linzhou leaned over to kiss Mu Peixuan’s member. He swallowed, pulled Duan Linzhou, blushed, bit Duan Linzhou’s ear, and said incoherently, “…I also… want to kiss yours.”
Those few husky words made Duan Linzhou’s face burn with shame. His toes curled, a little flustered. Mu Peixuan didn’t wait for him to hesitate, gently pushing Duan Linzhou down onto the bed. They lay bare before each other. The curtains had been drawn shut by someone, but the light that seeped through indicated that they were shamelessly indulging in their desires in broad daylight.
