"Darling, Iām ready." Just waiting for you to make a move, his eyes clearly conveying this message without any disguise.
"Iām ready too." Yang Chuxia chuckled and approached him, wrapping one arm around his head and ravaging his thin lips. After a while, she stopped, and Ye Ziāan grumbled discontentedly, "Seriously, darling, Iāve been waiting forever, and all I get is this bland soup?"
"Whatās the rush? Slow and steady."
"Oh my, darling, going slow with this could be fatal, you know?" Ye Ziāan chuckled, "This calls for a stormy night. If you canāt do it, Iām coming in, okay?"
"Not your turn to take the initiative today." Yang Chuxia scolded him with a laugh, wrapping the belt in her hand around his wrist.
"Whatās this about?" Ye Ziāan looked at his hand, just one hand tied to the headboard like that? But he underestimated Yang Chuxia, and by the time he realized his hands and feet were all tied up, he found it a bit interesting.
But then another problem arose, surely the darling wouldnāt leave him tied up like this without moving to the next step, right? That would be a big deal.
Yang Chuxia looked at his stark naked appearance with satisfaction, tapped lightly on his ever-standing buddy, humming, "Show off all you want! Just you wait," then wickedly brought a candle forward.
Ye Ziāanās mind suddenly recalled the dirty jokes his cronies told when he went to see a play with Prince Fu and others, something about dripping candle wax, lashing with a whip...
"Darling, you canāt be serious." If that stuff dripped on his thing, it would be ruined, come on.
"Darling, you have to think this through, what if, what if I get ruined, youāll lose the rest of your life."
Hearing this, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes, how stupid would she be to do such a thing?
But she chuckled, "Not dripping there, how about dripping it on your body? I heard that dripping it there can be really thrilling, that feeling would explode instantly! How about we try?"
"Haha, no, letās not." Ye Ziāanās forehead broke out in a slight sweat, "Darling, I like fatty meat, not pork belly." He wasnāt into all these unconventional things.
"Tsk tsk, if you donāt like it, forget it, what a pity." Yang Chuxia feigned a regretful shake of her head, noticed the sweat on his forehead, and secretly laughed.
Turning to set the candle aside, Yang Chuxia decided to proceed with a little appetizer, pouncing forward and showering him with gentle, delicate kisses.
Ye Ziāan found her hovering over his chest, lingering at those two points, deliberately grinding against him below, making him feel like he was surrounded by a ball of fire, ready to ignite him at any moment. He could clearly feel his Second getting bigger, and bigger...
"Darling, darling... I want..." He couldnāt take it anymore.
"Want? Want what?" Yang Chuxia raised her head with a gentle smile, "Say it, and Iāll satisfy you!" (Some Author: Xiaxia, you got the line wrong, this is what Ye Ziāan should say. Some Xia: Get lost and donāt bother me while Iām enjoying my meat!!)
"I want, darling, I want!" His soft and sweet voice, his watery eyes, almost made Yang Chuxia lose control and ride him right then and there.
"Donāt rush, I havenāt even started, what are you yelling for?" Yang Chuxia said as she took a bottle of fruit wine originally on the table, popped the cork, and poured it over him without hesitation.