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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 shoved the book back under the blanket and turned onto his side, facing away. Ao Yan climbed onto the bed, holding a small box made of rosewood. After settling in, he lowered the thick curtains 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 something else. He crawled closer to Lin Qingmo, presenting the small box with a sense of mystery. "Wife, guess what’s inside?"
After bathing, Ao Yan still carried a lingering scent of milk that reminded Lin Qingmo of his childhood memories with him. His heart softened involuntarily, and he felt patient. He glanced 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 found it amusing. He understood Ao Yan's character well; this overly sweet demeanor was unlike him. Lin Qingmo concluded that Ao Yan must have taken something unusual today.
Noticing Lin Qingmo's irritation as he seemed ready to stop playing along, Ao Yan hurriedly revealed the secret: "Close your eyes; I'll tell you when to open them." Lin Qingmo obediently closed 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 was placed over his face, making him shiver involuntarily. The scent of powder wafted up from the fabric, prompting him to ask in confusion, "What is this?" The cloth was lifted away, revealing brightness. Ao Yan shook the fabric in front of Lin Qingmo's eyes, and he finally saw that it was a water-red silk cloth embroidered with deep red peonies—clearly a woman's undergarment.
Flushed with embarrassment and anger, Lin Qingmo exclaimed, "You—you—you can't do this! Do you know what this is? This is a woman's intimate clothing!" Ao Yan's smile deepened as he leaned closer to Lin Qingmo and said, "I know. I bought it especially for you."
Surprised, Lin Qingmo asked, "Why did you buy this?" Ao Yan pulled the garment 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 talking to himself: "And these bracelets and hairpins—all for my wife." He lifted Lin Qingmo's hand to slip a bracelet onto his wrist. "Come on, wife; let’s see if it fits."
Suddenly, Lin Qingmo swatted his hand away and yanked off the garment from his chest, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at Ao Yan's face. Ao Yan was momentarily blinded by the fabric; before he could react, something heavy hit him on the forehead—likely one of the silver bracelets. Unable to see Lin Qingmo's expression but hearing his furious shout: "I'm not a woman! If you want one, go find one where you should!"
Ao Yan trembled at the shout; it seemed that the shopkeeper had indeed guessed correctly—it was indeed difficult for a first time.
As the garment fell away from his face, Ao Yan saw Lin Qingmo covering his head with the blanket, trembling slightly—whether from anger or something else was unclear. Panicking slightly, 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 on with it if you're going to do something! Less talking!" came Lin Qingmo's muffled voice from under the blanket. It was low and hard to read whether he was genuinely angry or just pretending. Not daring to make any sudden moves, Ao Yan continued to lift Lin Qingmo's foot and kissed it gently.
Then he caught sight of something that made him gasp: Lin Qingmo was completely undressed below the waist and only wore a bathrobe on top. Blood rushed to Ao Yan’s face in excitement.
He took out a small jade-colored box from his treasure chest and scooped out a slippery paste from inside. Lifting one of Lin Qingmo’s legs again, he began exploring towards his entrance. Lin Qingmo felt uncomfortable—the sensation started as fullness from fingers intruding before turning into a cool breeze against sensitive skin. He instinctively kicked out with his right foot towards Ao Yan’s face while shouting angrily: “Get off me! What are you putting on me?” But Ao Yan caught him swiftly.
Lin Qingmo retaliated by kicking out with his left foot but was again caught by Ao Yan who pulled hard enough that all coverings were gone from Lin Qingmo’s body. Seizing the 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, he instinctively jumped up while Ao Yan took advantage of this movement to grip his waist and lean back against the white shell-shaped headboard of the bed.
Lin Qingmo found himself straddling Ao Yan’s waist as they connected fully together; he bit down on Ao Yan’s shoulder while Ao Yan held tightly around his waist, both suppressing their cries.
Their bodies tensed together for some time before they finally relaxed. Lin Qingmo lay limp against Ao Yan’s shoulder as he fished out that book from under the disheveled blankets and opened it to reveal an illustration on the first page—a pair of entwined men in an embrace depicted clearly with delicate features and joyful smiles—their positions mirrored exactly how they were now.
Lin Qingmo raised a hand to tear it away but missed as Ao Yan dodged just in time; instead feeling another thrust which made him gasp softly as his hand fell weakly down again.
Ao Yan smugly remarked: “Wife, isn’t it beautiful? This is called an erotic painting—specifically depicting intimate moments between men like us.” He glanced sideways at Lin Qingmo resting on his shoulder whose eyes were barely open with flushed cheeks glistening with sweat.
He whispered teasingly: “Wife, don’t you think I’ve gotten bigger down there?” Upon hearing such vulgarity from Ao Yan made Lin Qingmo shut his eyes tight pretending to faint away without responding. Yet deep down he knew better; indeed there was some truth to what Ao Yan said—it hurt more than usual.
As waves of pleasure washed over him while resisting each surge within himself, Ao Yan took a deep breath before lifting Lin Qingmo’s waist higher only to suddenly feel sharp pain in his stomach that overshadowed any pleasure—his belly twisted painfully as if everything inside were being wrung out.
“Ouch! Ouch—” he groaned while clutching at his stomach leaning back against the shell-shaped headboard.
“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Lin Qingmo asked in confusion not knowing how to help.
Moments later as sweat drenched through his undergarments from pain-induced exertion, suddenly Ao Yan jumped up exclaiming: “Wife! I need to go!” Without another word he dashed off in haste leaving behind a bewildered Lin Qingmo who quickly dressed himself and brewed some hot tea.
Before long Ao Yan returned hunched over still clutching at his belly looking very pained. “Did you eat something bad in town?” Lin Qingmo asked handing him a handkerchief to wipe off sweat while offering him tea.
Ao Yan looked pale with lifeless eyes shaking his head weakly before suddenly leaping up again urgently declaring: “Wife! I need to go again!”
Ao Yan had been to the restroom more than ten times, feeling increasingly weak and lightheaded, as if his body had been completely drained. Lin Qingmo paced anxiously, repeatedly asking him if he had eaten something bad. After Ao Yan finished his fifteenth trip, he sat on a stool, leaning against Lin Qingmo's embrace, closing his eyes to rest. He mentally reviewed what he had eaten that evening and murmured to himself, "Could it be that bowl of soup?" Although his voice was soft, Lin Qingmo heard him clearly and pressed, "What soup?" Ao Yan hesitated to answer, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. After Lin Qingmo's persistent questioning, he finally whispered, "It's the Yang Enhancing Soup." He then added, "Wife, I need to go again."
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