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Lin Qingmo looked at the cover of the book in confusion, just about to open it when he heard Ao Yan's footsteps. He quickly stuffed the book back under the blanket and turned to lie on his side. Ao Yan climbed onto the bed, holding a small box made of rosewood. After settling in, he lowered the thick curtain and playfully called out, "Wife—"
Lin Qingmo turned over in response, lying flat but unable to meet Ao Yan's gaze, his eyes darting to the side. Ao Yan mistook his shyness for bashfulness. He crawled closer to Lin Qingmo, presenting the small box like a treasure and said mysteriously, "Wife, guess what's inside?" The lingering scent of milk from Ao Yan after his bath reminded Lin Qingmo of his childhood memories of him, causing his heart to soften involuntarily. He looked at the rosewood box and then at Ao Yan, saying, "I don't know; you open it and let me see."
Ao Yan shook his head with a smile, his face full of affection.
Lin Qingmo couldn't help but feel amused. He understood Ao Yan's personality; this overly sweet demeanor was not typical of him. Thus, Lin Qingmo concluded that something was off with Ao Yan today.
Noticing Lin Qingmo's irritation as he seemed ready to stop playing along, Ao Yan hurriedly revealed the surprise: "Close your eyes; I'll tell you when to open them." Lin Qingmo obediently shut his eyes, more compliant than ever. He just hoped that Ao Yan would finish his little game quickly so he could escape once he fell asleep.
A cool, slippery cloth covered Lin Qingmo's face, reminiscent of a snake coiling around him, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He caught a whiff of powdery perfume from the fabric and asked curiously, "What is this?" The cloth was lifted away, revealing a bright light. Ao Yan shook the fabric in front of Lin Qingmo's eyes, allowing him to see that it was a water-red silk cloth embroidered with deep red peonies. Upon closer inspection, he noticed several ribbons hanging down—so it was a woman's bodice.
Lin Qingmo felt both embarrassed and angry as he exclaimed, "You... how could you do this? Do you know what this is? This is intimate clothing for women!" Ao Yan's smile deepened as he leaned closer and said, "I know. I bought it just for you."
Lin Qingmo asked in disbelief, "Why did you buy this?" Ao Yan pulled the bodice taut and wrapped it around Lin Qingmo's chest, saying, "For my wife to wear!" He then took out a pair of silver bracelets from the box and continued excitedly, "And these bracelets and hairpins—everything is for my wife." He lifted Lin Qingmo's hand to slip the bracelet onto his wrist: "Come on, wife; let’s see if they fit."
Suddenly, Lin Qingmo swatted his hand away and yanked off the bodice, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at Ao Yan's face. Ao Yan was momentarily blinded by the fabric and before he could react, something heavy struck his forehead—likely one of the silver bracelets. Unable to see Lin Qingmo’s expression but hearing his furious shout: "I am not a woman! If you want one, go find one where you should!" The shout made Ao Yan tremble; he realized that the shopkeeper had indeed guessed correctly—it was difficult for him on his first attempt.
The bodice fell away from Ao Yan’s face as he saw Lin Qingmo cover his head with the blanket, trembling slightly as if in anger. Panicking, Ao Yan took hold of one of Lin Qingmo's exposed feet and rubbed it against his chest softly while repeatedly apologizing: "Wife, I was wrong; I was wrong..."
"Get lost! If you're going to do it, do it quickly; stop talking so much," came Lin Qingmo’s muffled voice from under the blanket. It sounded somewhat low and heavy. Unable to discern whether Lin Qingmo was genuinely angry or just pretending, Ao Yan didn’t dare move further but continued trying to appease him by lifting Lin Qingmo’s foot and kissing it gently. A glance revealed that Lin Qingmo was completely bare beneath the covers and only wearing a bathrobe. Blood rushed to Ao Yan’s head in excitement.
He retrieved a small jade-colored box from his treasure chest and scooped out some slippery ointment. Lifting one of Lin Qingmo’s legs, he began exploring towards his entrance. Feeling uncomfortable at first from the pressure of intrusion followed by a cool breeze against his sensitive area made Lin Qingmo instinctively kick towards Ao Yan’s face while cursing: “Get off! What are you putting on me?” But before he could connect with his kick, Ao Yan swiftly caught his leg.
Lin Qingmo retaliated with another kick from his left foot but was again caught by an alert Ao Yan who yanked hard enough that all coverings were removed from him completely. Taking advantage of this moment, Ao Yan pressed forward into him. “Ah—” Lin Qingmo cried out as he buried his head under the blanket like an ostrich; suddenly overwhelmed by sensations that made him jump up involuntarily. Seizing this opportunity, Ao Yan grasped Lin Qingmo’s waist and leaned back against the white shell at the end of the bed while Lin Qingmo straddled him.
With their bodies entwined tightly together for what felt like an eternity before they finally relaxed. Lin Qingmo lay limp against Ao Yan’s shoulder while Ao Yan fished out that book from among the scattered blankets and opened it to show Lin Qingmo an illustration on the first page—a pair of entangled men embracing each other depicted clearly with delicate features and joyful smiles. The pose mirrored their current position perfectly; one man’s legs were wrapped tightly around the other’s waist like a white snake.
Lin Qingmo raised a hand intending to tear it away but missed as Ao Yan dodged out of reach; their bodies shifted again causing him to let out a soft gasp as his hand fell limply back down. With smug satisfaction, Ao Yan remarked: “Wife, isn’t it beautiful? This is called a spring palace painting—specifically depicting lovers in intimate embrace. It suits us perfectly.” He glanced sideways at Lin Qingmo resting against him; noticing how flushed his cheeks were with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
In a hushed tone he added: “Wife, don’t you think I’ve gotten bigger down there?” Hearing such lewd words made Lin Qingmo shut his eyes tight as if truly fainting away without responding. However, he felt unable to deceive himself; indeed there was noticeable difference in size which caused him considerable pain.
Ao Yan endured wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him while taking deep breaths before lifting Lin Qingmo’s waist again only to sit down further onto him when suddenly sharp pains shot through his abdomen overpowering any lingering pleasure. The discomfort roiled within him like turbulent waters causing him great distress until he finally groaned: “Ouch! Ouch—” clutching at his stomach while leaning back against the shell.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” Lin Qingmo asked in confusion without knowing how to help. Moments later as sweat poured down soaking through his undergarments due to intense pain Ao Yan suddenly leapt off the bed exclaiming repeatedly: “Wife! I need to go!” Without another word he dashed away in haste.
Lin Qingmo got up quickly dressing himself before brewing some hot tea. Not long after Ao Yan returned hunched over still clutching at his belly looking very pained. “Did you eat something bad in town?” Lin Qingmo offered him a handkerchief to wipe off sweat while handing over a cup of hot tea.
Ao Yan’s complexion was pale devoid of any vitality as he simply shook his head weakly; just as tea neared his lips he suddenly jumped up again urgently declaring: “Wife! I need to go!”
Ao Yan had gone to the restroom more than ten times, feeling increasingly weak and lightheaded, as if his body had been completely drained. Lin Qingmo was anxiously pacing around, repeatedly asking him if he had eaten something bad. After his fifteenth trip, Ao Yan sat down on a stool, leaning against Lin Qingmo's embrace to rest his eyes. He mentally reviewed the food he had eaten that evening, murmuring to himself, "Could it be that bowl of soup?" Though his voice was barely above a whisper, Lin Qingmo heard him clearly and pressed on, "What soup?" Ao Yan hesitated to answer, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. After Lin Qingmo's persistent questioning, he finally admitted softly, "It was the Yang Enhancing Soup." He then added, "Wife, I need to go again."
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