Feng Yin didn't wait. The moment the door closed behind them, her soft hands pressed against his chest, and her lips captured his with quiet urgency.
It wasn't hunger—it was relief. Weeks on the battlefield, surrounded by blood and death, had left both of them yearning for the warmth only the other could provide.
"Welcome home," she whispered, brushing her fingers against his cheek.
"I missed you."
Tian Shen smiled.
"I was gone for barely a month."
"That's thirty nights. Too many."
Her voice dipped lower.
"I won't let you sleep alone tonight."
Their embrace deepened. Clothes fell like petals to the floor. The bed, made with soft silks, welcomed their tangled bodies.
Their lips locked against each other, trying to devour their significant other whole.
He kissed her lips. Her neck. Slowly making his way to the snow mountains.
"AAGHH~"
She moaned, eyes hazy with emotion.
"Don't hold back."
"You'll regret it if I don't."
He growled softly.
