Sheng Qianying pressed herself against Ye Xian, her breath soft and warm against his skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, her lips finding his in a kiss that trembled with unspoken longing. There was no hesitation — only raw emotion, bold and tender all at once.
During the kiss, Sheng Qianying suddenly spoke, "Do you think I'm a frivolous woman?"
Ye Xian was kissing her deeply, tasting her lips, when she pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes as she asked the question.
Ye Xian remembered all those things Sheng Qianying had done for him.
In the Ye clan, he could count on one hand the people who had ever treated him with genuine kindness. But she had been different. When fever left him weak, she kept watch at his bedside through the long nights. When others turned away, she cared for him as tenderly as if he were her own.
Her devotion was never mere obligation—it was love, offered freely when the rest of the world couldn't be bothered.
Those memories? They were more than fleeting moments. They were proof—irrefutable and bright—that someone had truly seen him.
He looked at her and replied softly, "No... you're the perfect woman."
And then, without another word, their lips met again as they continued kissing, lost in each other.
Ye Xian froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by her sudden boldness, but then his arms slowly came around her, pulling her closer as if afraid she might vanish. He could feel the pounding of her heart, and his own matched it — two rhythms aligning in a shared moment of truth.
Her fingers combed through his hair as her hands clasped around his neck, pulling him even closer, while Ye Xian's hands roamed over her perfectly curvy waist before settling there, holding her tightly. Their breathing grew quicker, the kiss becoming increasingly passionate and deep.
Sheng Qianying showed a passion she had never revealed before. As her lips moved against Ye Xian's, a wave of goosebumps spread across her skin. Her heart raced, and something inside her stirred — something wild and untamed.
Perhaps it was the effect of the blissful energy flowing between them, loosening the walls she had always kept up. In that moment, she stopped hiding her feelings. A fierce longing, buried deep within her heart, surged to the surface like a silent predator finally set free.
She kissed him with growing hunger, not just with her lips but with the part of her that had longed for him in silence.
"Oh wow," Ye Xian said with a fake sigh, his fingers already busy with Sheng Qianying's clothes.
"I thought I'd find a cute little fox, but I got a wild tigress instead."
His words didn't match his actions. His dark eyes moved hungrily over her body - watching how the dim firelight made her bare skin glow, seeing how her fast breathing gave away her excitement. Any act of not being interested disappeared as his skilled hands uncovered more of her perfect skin.
The air in the bedroom felt heavy between them, hotter than the fading fire. Sheng Qianying raised one eyebrow, but the tough look didn't last when his thumb rubbed that sweet spot under her ear.
"You talk too much," she said, her voice shaking as his hands moved lower, "for someone undressing me like a present he's waited years to open."
Ye Xian grinned like a naughty boy as he moved closer, his warm breath on her neck. "Who's complaining, my beautiful tigress? I'm just... really enjoying my surprise."
Ahhhh~
Not missing the chance to savor such a passionate figure, Ye Xian hand reached under her duodou, grabbed her full, soft breast, kneading them however he like . His firm grip and hand movements caused Sheng Qianying to moan sensually into his mouth, and love juices trickled from her secret grove.
The atmosphere grew hotter with every moment. The sound of their kisses filled the bedroom as they lost themselves in each other's taste.
Sheng Qianying felt something hard pressing against her stomach. A flush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she recognized the familiar sensation - the same intruder that had tormented her all last night. She remembered how it had drawn out those helpless moans from her lips, how it had stretched her open and claimed her deepest places.
"aaaah~..."
Their lips parted with a wet, sensual sigh. Sheng Qianying felt intoxicated from the kiss alone - Ye Xian's taste lingered on her tongue like honeyed peaches with just a hint of citrus. As she slowly licked her lips, savoring the last traces of their connection, the thin strand of saliva between them finally broke.
"Of course a playboy like you would be good at kissing," she whispered, her voice laced with jealousy.
Her knees nearly gave out, but Ye Xian caught her just in time, supporting her gently. He disrobed and sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his pants, his eyes never leaving her.
Her hanfu robe pooled at her feet, and the duodou over her chest slipped as Ye Xian tugged playfully at its strap. Her full breasts swayed—creamy pale skin with pink peaks—before she climbed onto his lap, wiggling to get comfortable.
The way her round bottom rubbed against him made Ye Xian groan. She could feel how hard he was through his pants, making her face flushed red. But his hands gripping her hips told her he wasn't letting her move away.
"Well, that's just the accused... I'm not very popular, and you're my first woman" Ye Xian replied feeling wrong as his dragon protest in his own way.
A playful smile adorned his face. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined seeing his step mother like this. The hot moans from her lips against his lips and warmth and softness of her body in his hands affirmed that this was no dream.
She was naked against him, her hardened nipples brushing his chest with every breath. He could feel the heat of her arousal soaking through his pants, dampening the fabric between them.
Ahhh~
His hands explored her body, drawing soft moans from her lips. He could nearly circle her slim waist with both hands, his fingertips meeting at the small of her back.
Her bottom was deliciously round and soft under his palms, the warm flesh yielding slightly as he squeezed. When he cupped her breasts, they spilled out his hands —heavy yet pillowy soft, like they were made just for him.
She was still moaning beneath his teasing touches… touches from his mischievous hands that wandered boldly across her breasts and firm rear. Under such fierce play, Sheng Qianying could only moan helplessly.
"Aaah!... y-you scoundrel, don't grab so hard. It hurts~..."
"Ahh~..."
Ye Xian swallowed hard at her words. That soft, pleading tone, drove him further into desire.
Seizing the moment when Sheng Qianying was lost in pleasure, her mind adrift in sensation, Ye Xian laid her back onto the bed. With quick movements, he freed himself from his pants, his hardened dragon standing proud between them. He parted her thick thighs, settling between them, and with one smooth motion sheathed his dragon into her welcoming secret grove.
"Aaaah!" Her eyes flew wide open as she cried out, the sound a mix of surprise and overwhelming pleasure while her body arched against his.