The first night back in the Capital, this affair initiated by Xie Wanqing went completely out of control, even the chance to call a halt was stripped away.
By the time the sky outside was nearly dawn, the activity inside the bedchamber gradually quieted down.
Xie Wanqing tilted her head, burying half her face into the soft pillow, trying hard to calm her rapid breathing.
The man behind her was kissing the nape of her neck, he reached out to lift her chin, his fingertips slowly stroked over her flushed lips, then he hooked her sweat-damp hair behind her ear, encircled her shoulder, turned over on top, and kissed her lips again.
Xie Wanqing lifted her arm and nudged his elbow, "Stop kissing, rest for a while, it's time for court."
