The rich, mellow aroma of wine swirled between their lips as they kissed. The very temperature of the hall seemed to rise, carrying a subtle, intoxicating air.
Fei Yuan kissed her gently, one hand settling on the small of Sang Luo's back. His long fingertips deftly untied the red silk sash at her waist. The ribbon, along with layers of thin gauze, piled up around her elbows, revealing skin fairer than frost and snow.
His voice was slightly hoarse. "...This outfit is more seductive on you than wearing nothing at all."
She reached out and hooked his belt. "Does Your Majesty like it?"
Fei Yuan didn't speak. He stood up.
"Ah!" Sang Luo was straddling his lap, and his sudden movement startled her. She quickly wrapped her soft arms tightly around his neck and hooked her legs around his lean, firm waist. She then realized he was supporting her bottom firmly with one hand as he walked toward the study.
