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Lin Qingmo and Ao Yan slaughtered the chickens, ducks, and fish. Lin Qingmo was responsible for salting and marinating them, while Ao Yan assisted him. After finishing these tasks, they had a meal in the kitchen dining area. After eating, they took a shower. By the time they returned to their bedroom, it was already late. The round table in the bedroom was filled with dishes, and Xi'er was dozing off, resting its little head on its wings. Upon seeing the two return, it perked up.
Ao Yan said, "We’ve eaten in the kitchen; let’s clear these dishes away!" Hearing this, Xi'er deflated a bit but soon straightened up and said, "Then Qingmo should drink this lotus seed soup; it will help you sleep better tonight." Just as Lin Qingmo was about to respond, Ao Yan picked up the soup and said, "You should drink some; you’ve worked hard all day." He pushed Lin Qingmo to sit on the edge of the bed while he sat beside him. He scooped a small spoonful of soup, wiped the bottom of the spoon on the edge of the bowl, blew gently on it to cool it down, and then brought it to Lin Qingmo's lips.
Although Lin Qingmo was already quite full, he couldn’t refuse Ao Yan’s tender gesture and opened his mouth to accept the soup.
Seeing Lin Qingmo drink down the first spoonful of soup as intended, Xi'er felt relieved. It knew that what Lin Qingmo drank wasn’t poison, but as the instigator of this situation, Xi'er still felt a bit anxious. Taking advantage of the moment when the two were lost in each other's eyes, Xi'er quickly slipped under the bed. After a long day of work, Ao Yan didn’t intend to tease Lin Qingmo any further. Once Lin Qingmo finished his soup, Ao Yan wiped his mouth with a cloth and stood up to place the bowl on the table.
With a small "clatter," the sound startled Xi'er under the bed. "Wife, what’s wrong?" Ao Yan suddenly got pushed by Lin Qingmo and stumbled back a few steps before falling onto a stool. The spoon slipped from his bowl and fell to the ground. Ao Yan looked at Lin Qingmo from head to toe, trying to figure out what had caused his sudden change in demeanor.
"Don't go," Lin Qingmo said as he took two steps forward before suddenly collapsing onto the floor with weak knees, reaching out toward Ao Yan. His outstretched hand with fingers splayed looked particularly fierce due to his exertion, coupled with a desperate longing in his eyes that enveloped Ao Yan.
"Wife, what’s wrong?" After a moment of shock, Ao Yan finally reacted; the bowl slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. He rushed to Lin Qingmo's side and held him tightly. The moment he touched Ao Yan, Lin Qingmo tightened his grip around him like a gnarled branch while murmuring repeatedly, "Don't go, don't go, don't go."
Ao Yan patted Lin Qingmo's back soothingly and reassured him, "I won’t go; I won’t go. Wife, what’s wrong with you?" Suddenly, Lin Qingmo pushed him away roughly and fumbled with his pants. His hands trembled uncontrollably as if he had been caught in a downpour for too long. Halfway through unfastening them as if remembering something important, he reached for Ao Yan's pants.
Ao Yan could only watch blankly as Lin Qingmo moved about freely. When Lin Qingmo partially pulled down his pants and positioned himself over Ao Yan's member inch by inch, it felt like thunder crashing in Ao Yan's ears. The sight of Lin Qingmo's flushed face and thighs pierced through his senses like an arrow.
Leaning back against the cold wooden stool brought him some relief from his burning body that felt like it was ablaze. Just moments ago he had been astonished by Lin Qingmo’s sudden change; now he felt pain for him being tormented by this unexpected turn of events. But now he was pulled into this sudden "fire," determined to burn everything away in one last frenzy.
He took out the silver phoenix hairpin he had bought earlier that afternoon; he hadn’t forgotten to tuck it into his sleeve while changing clothes. Swallowing hard against waves of desire crashing over him like tides, he struggled to raise the hairpin above Lin Qingmo's head and said breathlessly, "Wife... put this on; I’ll give you what you want."
Lin Qingmo was drenched in sweat; it clung to his white undergarment like a second skin. Ao Yan’s desire stood erect as it was engulfed by Lin Qingmo's warmth. The overwhelming pleasure made him tear up; tears streamed down his face as he desperately shook Ao Yan's shoulders and cried out, "Move! Hurry up!"
"Put it on," Ao Yan repeated firmly. With a swift motion, Lin Qingmo snatched the hairpin from his hand; its tip cut into Ao Yan’s palm leaving a trace of red on its silver wings. He inserted the hairpin into his tied-up hair before removing an earlier wooden pin.
Suddenly Ao Yan reached out again and pulled out the silver phoenix hairpin; Lin Qingmo's hair fell loose around his shoulders while half of his undergarment still hung on him revealing half of his shoulder and chest glistening with sweat that trickled down towards more intimate areas.
Unable to hold back any longer, Ao Yan lifted Lin Qingmo’s legs and tossed him onto the embroidered carpet beneath them; thrusting deeply made Lin Qingmo scream out loud.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Lin Qingmo kicked wildly while gripping onto Ao Yan's arms tightly with closed eyes—he didn’t need sight anymore; all he needed was to scream freely.
Underneath the bed, Xi'er heard Lin Qingmo's frantic cries and couldn’t help but cover its face while muttering to itself, "Looks like too much medicine was given." It then covered its eyes with its wings saying, "I’m a good bird; I won’t peek but I’ll eavesdrop."
Lin Qingmo suddenly transformed into an experienced lover; his moans were sweet yet sticky as he wrapped his legs tightly around Ao Yan’s waist swaying in rhythm with each thrust. Suddenly Ao Yan lifted him off the ground causing another scream from him as he pressed him against the bed for deeper penetration.
Lin Qingmo bit down on his lower lip while tilting his head back gripping onto the bed curtains tightly as both their bodies glistened with sweat. As Ao Yan held onto Lin Qingmo’s knees during their wild thrusts he lost control momentarily causing him to tumble onto the bed.
He quickly shed their remaining clothes; their bare bodies rolling together felt like they were sinking into mud. Each scream from Lin Qingmo echoed throughout the night.
When Lin Qingmo awoke feeling suffocated as if a heavy stone lay upon his chest. Blinking through hazy eyes he saw a deep red mark—one caused by Ao Yan’s shoulder rubbing against him during their passionate night together. Pain surged through him like waves crashing ashore.
Pinned beneath Ao Yan who felt like a heavy nail holding down all four of his limbs made movement impossible; all he could manage was call out softly: “Ao…” Opening his mouth sent sharp pain through his throat making “Ao” feel like shards of glass cutting through.
But Ao Yan heard him move slightly lifting his head lazily from sleep only to wake fully upon seeing Lin Qingmo’s distressed face resting against him.
His chin rested on Lin Qingmo’s collarbone as he smiled sweetly yet somewhat shyly saying: “Wife, you’re awake?” However, upon realizing that Ao Yan still remained inside him caused Lin Qingmo’s face to flush crimson red as sensations flooded through him.
Turning away embarrassed after recalling everything from last night—the madness that had overtaken him where he clung desperately onto Ao Yan feeling an insatiable fire burning within while experiencing unbearable itchiness made him cry out loudly.
He felt ashamed yet mixed within that shame was sweetness—a sweetness stemming from both body and mind intertwined together during their intimate moments which felt nothing like past experiences filled with pain but rather pure bliss wanting nothing more than for them to become one completely.
“Wife… what are you thinking about?” Seeing that Lin Qingmo kept his eyes shut not truly asleep but rather fluttering eyelashes gave away that he wasn’t ignoring him entirely so when Ao Yan nudged again only earned himself another pained cry from Lin Qingmo.
Though not typically attentive towards others—Ao Yan treated Lin Qingmo exceptionally well despite knowing how thinly stretched pleasure versus pain could be yet still managed to discern subtle differences between cries.
“Don’t… hurt me… please… get out…” The dull ache returned making it difficult for him to speak clearly prompting Ao Yan carefully withdraw himself before gently helping sit up again.
Finally noticing red marks covering every inch of skin extending from chest down inner thighs resembling stamps left behind after passionate encounters made shame wash over him anew.
Ao Yan carried Lin Qingmo towards bathing area but once clean insisted upon leaving immediately after washing himself instead returning back into their bedroom sitting calmly at round table sipping tea unaffected by earlier chaos surrounding them.
Xi'er tugged at white gauzy curtains peeking curiously inside while attempting not draw attention until finally unable resist any longer calling out: “Your Highness!”
With an authoritative tone commanding: “Come here now.”
Xi'er appeared dejected lowering its head taking slow steps forward stopping intermittently until finally reaching near Ao Yan’s feet jumping onto stool still keeping gaze downward—its once vibrant feathers now appeared duller than usual.
Stealing glances at Xi'er who rubbed its eyes attempting feign innocence before stuttering: “Um… um… that was eye-catching water medicine… spring medicine given by Master One and Master Two.”
Catching sight of slight amusement breaking through stoic expression on Ao Yan’s face made Xi'er continue pretending vulnerability wanting more sympathy: “Your Highness is so clever… already guessed everything.”
Sighing heavily pulling Xi'er up wiping tears away using silk handkerchief gently stroking its head whispering softly: “I merely guessed your Masters must have told you something important otherwise why would you return so soon?”
Gesturing for closer proximity prompting Xi'er leaned closer whispering: “Three points… three captivating points.”
Ao Yan straightened up wide-eyed staring intently at Xi'er stuttering: “What three points?”
Frowning deeply clearly conflicted Xi'er replied hesitantly: “I don’t know either… just that they told me you need figure it out yourself… those three points are similar spring medicine.”
From then onward every day saw Ao Yan observing closely scrutinizing every detail about Lin Qingmo pondering deeply: “What could those three points be?”
Feeling increasingly uneasy under such scrutiny made Lin Qingmo aware how intense those golden amber eyes shone whenever locked onto him questioning silently without revealing intentions behind them.
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