The moment the door sealed shut behind Yu Xiang, the carefully maintained imperial facade melted away completely.
Tianlong's hands found their way under Mei's soft green robes, his calloused fingers seeking the familiar warmth of her skin as she settled more fully into his lap.
"Husband, we shouldn't—not here in your—ahhnn~!" Mei's protest dissolved into a breathy moan as his fingers found her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the thin silk of her inner garment before pinching it gently.
The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through her curvy form, her back arching instinctively as her vines began to writhe restlessly around the edges of the room, responding to her heightened emotions.
"Husband, stop," she gasped, her dark eyes fluttering as waves of sensation coursed through her. "I feel strange..."
His golden eyes met hers, noting the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lips had parted slightly as her breathing quickened. "And why is that, my sweet wife?"
