The night was deep, and silver light spilled through the ornate window lattice, casting a hazy glow upon the chamber floor.
Su An'an had just stepped into the inner chamber when a powerful arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into Ying Jiuyao's chest.
The strong scent of Tequila clung to him, mixed with the faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.
It was from an injury he'd gotten during training that day.
"Tonight's the night?" she asked, tilting her head back and gently poking his tense jaw with her fingertip.
"Is Lord White Tiger in such a hurry?"
Ying Jiuyao's golden eyes burned brightly in the dark. He lowered his head and nibbled on the tip of her ear, his voice muffled. "I was supposed to be the first."
Su An'an froze for a moment, then chuckled. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He denied it flatly, but his tail slapped restlessly against the bed.
"It's just not fair. Seville and Fei Zhao both have babies, but there's not even a hint of mine…"
