Shen Yu drifted back to consciousness as the midday sun carved golden paths through the shutters, and the room warmed to a comfortable, lazy heat.
As his eyes flickered open, he found himself staring into three pairs of eyes, all fixed on him with a depth of adoration that could melt spirit-stone.
"Good morning, my loves," he rasped, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.
He leaned up slightly, placing a soft, lingering peck on Lixue's forehead as she lay curled on his chest, then reached over to brush his lips against Meng Yan's temple and Xu Yi's cheek.
"Good morning, husband," they whispered in a soft, melodic chorus, their faces glowing with a post-coital radiance that transcended their status.
Feeling the familiar, snug heat of Lixue still wrapped around him from the night, Shen Yu gave a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips while his hands found the soft, rounded curves of Xu Yi and Meng Yan's backsides.
