In a bamboo house under moonlight.
“Wait… Changyuan, wait a moment, it hurts.”
“It hurts? Alright… we’ll stop.” As he spoke, he began to withdraw slightly, truly intending to stop.
Siming bit her lip and gave him a sharp tap: “Don’t you dare!”
Indeed, he didn’t dare leave. But neither did he dare move, his body rigid as he supported himself above Siming, his head buried between two soft curves, his breathing heavy and warm against her skin, causing her face to flush deeply.
Caught in this awkward position, Changyuan only grew more tense. Warm moisture continuously flowed from within, easing their connection. Siming caught his hand that was supporting him at her side, guiding it to her softness: “There’s… there’s a way, perhaps… perhaps it won’t hurt if you… help me… like this.”
Changyuan was already exercising immense restraint, but hearing Siming’s request, he didn’t question it and followed her guidance. As he continued, he lifted his head in amazement to look at Siming: “Siming, it’s… different.”
Moonlight filtered through the white paper windows, illuminating Siming’s crimson face. Changyuan now saw her biting her knuckle, restraining her emotions. Her eyes were like pools of water, enchantingly beautiful, her expression a mix of embarrassment and tenderness.
Changyuan gazed at her intently, his lips unconsciously curving upward. Seeing her like this, being “teased” by him, made him very happy.
“Don’t… don’t just stare,” Siming said. Despite usually being thick-skinned, she now covered her face under Changyuan’s direct gaze. “And don’t… just stay still.”
Half-committed, this foolish dragon – did he know how difficult this was for her too? But such words were hard to voice.
Changyuan considered her earlier words carefully, understanding their meaning: “You mean, only forward, not back?”
Siming covered her face and sighed, then nodded silently.
“Siming, tell me if it hurts.”
“Mm.”
With each moment of closeness, their faces grew redder. Changyuan moved slowly, and this slowness only heightened Siming’s inner heat. She couldn’t suppress her soft sounds, and he couldn’t control his breathing.
Their heated breaths raised the temperature in the room.
Upon reaching the final threshold, Changyuan’s voice grew hoarse, magnetic yet incredibly gentle: “Does it hurt?”
How could it not hurt? Even without looking, she knew their passion had stained the sheets. She shook her head, eyes filled with warmth as she gazed deeply into his golden eyes: “It doesn’t hurt.”
Perhaps by instinct, Siming didn’t need to say more – Changyuan found his way naturally, exceptionally well…
A dragon’s vigor was remarkable, and Siming could barely keep up, but each time Changyuan asked if she was in pain, she smiled and shook her head. Being able to embrace each other in joy, she couldn’t stop smiling – what was a little pain compared to the happiness in her heart?
As Changyuan gradually grew familiar and she slowly adapted, their movements became more passionate, each moment more intense than the last. The moonlight in Siming’s eyes shattered, leaving only Changyuan’s face as an eternal imprint, deeply carved into her heart.
“Changyuan, Changyuan…”
“Mm, I’m here.” His voice quavered with joy.
“I love you, love you so… mm… so much.”
Changyuan’s usual awkwardness with words showed clearly now. He could only lower his head and capture her lips fiercely. As their lips and tongues met passionately, Siming’s body trembled, her warmth enveloping him completely.
With a low sound, he too surrendered to the moment.
Siming held him tight as he continued moving through the afterglow, his lips trailing down to leave his mark on the pulse point of her neck – a mark that belonged only to him.
“You are mine, and I am yours.”
“I am yours, and you are mine.”