Chapter 23 Prisoners Bound
To celebrate the enemies' defeat, we marked it with bodies pressed zero distance apart.
I held Wen Yu, cradling him.
Letting his restless hand slip under my clothes.
His voice carried a hint of coquetry.
"The doctor said it's fine. The report is real."
I laid him gently on the bed.
The sheets filled with his faint scent.
His skin was pale and smooth, like warm jade.
Held in my arms.
I really didn't care if we did it or not.
But he showed me he wanted it.
I belonged to him. He belonged to me.
We were each other's prisoners.
Locked in love we couldn't define.
I tried not to hurt him.
Tears still slipped from his eye corner.
It stung my heart.
At times like this, I hated his tears.
He called my name in the gentlest, most lingering voice.
"Xun Ye, Xun Ye..."
I kissed away his tears softly.
Like countless nightmare-plagued nights, soothing him.
"I'm here."
I held him tight.
He arched beneath me, neck pale and tender.
I supported him. We moved together.
I gazed at the flushed, exquisite face. His dazed eyes held only me.
My lust-filled eyes held only him.
His eye corner reddened, eyes shimmering alluringly.
Only Wen Yu made me clear-headed and lost.
I was his most loyal Stray Dog.
Stray Dog and man-eating flower matched perfectly. We'd be lifelong accomplices.