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Upon returning, Lin Qingmo found Ao Yan absent and began to pack his belongings. He took two thick Zhaojun Cloaks, four luminous pearls, and a box of rare black pearls, placing them into a bundle to be taken home by Lin Xiao. He hid the bundle under the bed. From his sleeve, he retrieved a small black porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he uncorked a white porcelain bottle, poured some white powder into a wine bottle, and shook it vigorously. After completing these tasks, he sat heavily on a stool, feeling quiet yet his body trembled with anxiety, his heart pounding like a drum, echoing in his ears—after all, he was not someone who had done any wrong.
When Ao Yan returned, he saw Lin Qingmo setting the table. Having recovered from his illness, he first took a bath in the hot spring, emerging feeling refreshed. "Wife," Ao Yan said as he walked in and pulled Lin Qingmo into his embrace, sitting down and drawing Lin Qingmo onto his lap. "Where have you been these past few days? I couldn't find you." Lin Qingmo replied, "Just dealing with some trivial matters. Sometimes I went to change the water for Monthly Rose. Other times I instructed the cook in the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes. I also had to speak with Turtle Prime Minister about your current situation. Your grandfather and sister are quite worried about you. But since you don't want them to visit, I had to relay messages through Turtle Prime Minister." Having told so many lies made it easy for Lin Qingmo; indeed, part of what he said was true while other parts were embellished.
"Aren't my grandfather and sister also your grandfather and sister?" Ao Yan teased as he took one of Lin Qingmo's hands and began licking each finger with his warm tongue, sending shivers down Lin Qingmo's spine and igniting a fire in his lower abdomen. He reached for something cool—the wine bottle. "Don't you want to drink? I've prepared some fruit wine tonight; it's fine if you have a little." Then noticing his fingers glistening from being licked, he asked, "Where did you learn this trick?" Ao Yan beamed with pride and leaned closer to Lin Qingmo. "Feels good, doesn't it? Wife. I learned this from that book I bought."
Lin Qingmo filled a jade cup with wine and brought it to Ao Yan's lips. "Here, open up." Ao Yan shook his head mischievously and pointed at the cup. "I don't want my wife feeding me like that; I want my wife to use," he said as he slid a finger over Lin Qingmo's lips, "her mouth." Lin Qingmo's hand trembled slightly, nearly spilling the wine. His eyelashes fluttered like a moth drawn to flame. "Alright, I'll feed you." He tilted his head back to drink the wine before leaning down to meet Ao Yan's eager lips.
The slightly warm wine flowed into Ao Yan's mouth. Fearing that Lin Qingmo might pull away, Ao Yan firmly held the back of his head. As he swallowed most of the wine, his tongue eagerly slid into Lin Qingmo's mouth, swirling around like a blind snake. "Mmm... mmm..." Lin Qingmo felt dizzy from the kiss and struggled to breathe. The wine they hadn't swallowed dripped down their chins as their tongues intertwined tightly. When they finally separated, Lin Qingmo melted completely against Ao Yan.
Ao Yan caressed his neck as their chests pressed together rhythmically. Leaning close to Lin Qingmo's ear, Ao Yan whispered softly, "Wife, I want to... I can't wait... please give it to me." After a moment of hesitation, Lin Qingmo rested his chin on Ao Yan's shoulder.
Ao Yan eagerly began unbuttoning Lin Qingmo's clothes, each breath heavier than the last as desire threatened to overwhelm him; unable to contain himself any longer, he tore open Lin Qingmo's garments. In response, Lin Qingmo turned and grabbed another cup of wine from the table to feed Ao Yan again. Ao Yan quickly opened his mouth to catch the wine while forcefully pulling down Lin Qingmo's pants.
"Ah! Ah! Ah—" Lin Qingmo clung tightly to Ao Yan's neck as he straddled him; they moved together like a boat tossed in a stormy sea. "Drink... uh... mmm... have another cup," Lin Qingmo urged as pleasure surged through him while pouring more wine into Ao Yan’s mouth. With glazed eyes, Ao Yan seemed lost in a haze between them; everything around them blurred into obscurity. In front of him was Lin Qingmo’s form trembling in Ao Yan’s intoxicated gaze like ripe fruit ready to fall; unable to resist any longer, he opened his mouth and took it in.
"Ah—" As Lin Qingmo pressed against Ao Yan’s abdomen, he released himself with a rush while tightening around him; Ao Yan followed suit.
After what felt like an eternity had passed, Lin Qingmo finally regained his composure. He slid off Ao Yan and stretched out his sore back before fetching a basin of water to clean them both up; then he pulled Ao Yan onto the bed and covered him with blankets. Looking at his torn clothes, he wanted to change but realized there was no time left; instead, he adjusted what remained of his clothing for modesty’s sake. Once everything was settled, he retrieved the bundle from under the bed and hurriedly walked toward the door. Pausing at the entrance, he glanced back at the room before turning away.
Outside the door stood Xi'er wearing a flowered headscarf as she emerged from the next room. "Lin Qingmo," she exclaimed in surprise upon seeing him.
"I'm here to see him off," Xi'er replied cheerfully while carrying a small turtle on her back that was dozing off with its tiny head bobbing gently up and down. Gratefully embracing Xi'er, Lin Xiao planted a heavy kiss on her furry head. Xi'er tilted her head and leaned against Lin Qingmo's chest. "Xi'er! Why are you bleeding?" Lin Qingmo exclaimed in shock.
Lin Xiao had been waiting for him all along. Upon seeing him approach, Lin Qingmo took out the Zhaojun Cloak from the bundle and draped it over Lin Xiao’s shoulders. "It's windy at sea tonight and winter is approaching; wear this to keep warm." Confused by the state of Lin Qingmo’s clothes, Lin Xiao asked curiously about it.
"I snagged it on some coral earlier; it's nothing," Lin Qingmo quickly covered up with an excuse as they bid farewell to Turtle Prime Minister before ascending above the sea with Xi'er in tow. Watching their retreating figures thoughtfully with his head tilted slightly was Turtle Prime Minister; after pondering for a moment out of concern for them, he turned back toward Ao Bi’s quarters.
That night’s moon hung low and dimmed behind thick clouds that rolled across like an indistinct white ball of embroidery floating through darkness. The sea was black beneath them as waves crashed rhythmically against one another nearby while wind howled fiercely around them like grass swaying on an endless prairie under its forceful breath. The little turtle obediently transformed under Xi'er's guidance into an enormous Giant Turtle that felt steadfast like a mountain beneath them.
Lin Qingmo sat at the front wrapped in Zhaojun Cloak around Xi'er while Lin Xiao sat closely behind him also covered by another cloak as they sailed through darkness amidst heavy splashes from Giant Turtle’s limbs pushing through water steadily forward.
Lin Xiao tightly grasped hold of Lin Qingmo’s hand; within boundless darkness surrounding them only those beside him felt real and warm. He heard Lin Qingmo’s voice carried by wind: “Lin Xiao, I'm going home with you. Once we reach shore tonight, I want to take my mother away.”
"What?" Startled at first before realization dawned upon him filled with excitement—“Really? Did you say goodbye to Dragon Prince? Don't worry; wherever you go I'll follow.”
"It's fine; I’ll have Xi'er deliver him a message," replied Lin Qingmo reassuringly. “Whether early or late I’m going home regardless; your family is prosperous now with little Hua too… My mother and I will leave first…”
“Leave? Where are you going?” Suddenly came an unexpected voice from ahead as they looked up to see someone riding an odd creature resembling neither lion nor anything else blocking their path across water—a magnificent beast whose golden scales shimmered brightly like burning flames reflecting off its rider’s face—none other than an alert and sober Ao Yan.
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