carrying yao jing in his arms, zhao tian made his way upstairs while yao jing, half-drunk, nestled against him with a wine bottle loosely held in her hand.
*hick* "tina’er~" she cooed softly, the faint hiccup escaping her lips as her voice lilted with drunken affection.
looking at her blissful face and the pink flush on her face, zhao tian shook his head helplessly "you are drinking too much these days..."
yao jing just laughed, nuzzling her face on his chest "tian’er."
upon reaching her room, zhao tian gently pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside.
the chamber was cozy, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the air.as he walked to the bed, yao jing tapped his shoulder "put me down..."
hm? with a nod, he slowly placed her down, and yao jing felt a shiver down her body as her feet touched the cold floor.
as her body trembled, zhao tian muttered under his breath, immediately wrapping his hands around her waist to steady her."just lie on the bed, idiot..."
before he could respond, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down, capturing his lips in a fervent kiss.h-huh? his eyes widened slightly, startled by her boldness.
her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of the sweet wine she had been drinking.
for a brief moment, zhao tian froze, unsure how to react, but when yao jing’s fingers curled into his collar, pulling him closer, his hesitation melted away. continue reading at empire
he responded, his arms tightening around her waist, holding her firmly against him.
yao jing pressed her body to his as though seeking to close any remaining distance between them, her hunger evident in every movement of her lips.
she tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss, and a muffled hum of satisfaction escaped her throat as their mouths moved together in a heated rhythm.
"mnnn..." yao jing’s soft moans were muffled between their lips as her hand slipped up to tangle his hair.
her fingers combed through the strands, pulling him closer, as though she wanted to lose herself entirely in the kiss.
zhao tian let her take the lead, matching her fervor but maintaining a certain gentleness as he held her.
the taste of wine lingered on her lips, but zhao tian didn’t mind.
she raised her gaze, looking into his eyes "so, tell me.. whose is better?"
zhao tian blinked again, caught between exasperation and amusement at her persistence. "do you really want me to answer that?"
pouting her lips, she replied "of course, there must be some difference, right? mine has to be better."
zhao tian sighed with mock helplessness, "you’re seriously asking me to compare you two?"
she leaned closer again, her lips brushing teasingly against his ear this time as she murmured, "why not? you’ve already tasted both. surely, you can tell me which one you liked more."
"and what if i say they’re both good?"
yao jing frowned at that, as her grip around his neck tightened slightly. "hmph, that’s not an answer," she complained, clearly unsatisfied. "you’re avoiding it."
zhao tian relented with a small sigh "fine, well.. yours is different, a bit reckless, and a cute clumsy kiss. i liked it."
yao jing’s cheeks flushed faintly at his words, though she quickly covered it up with a triumphant grin. "hah, so you admit it!" she exclaimed, poking his chest lightly with her finger.
"mine’s better."
zhao tian chuckled upon hearing this. "is that what you wanted to hear?"
"yep, yep..."
she retracted her hands from his neck; however, zhao tian didn’t let her go and kissed her lips.
when zhao tian finally let her go, yao jing stumbled back slightly, her face flushed crimson as she trembled in embarrassment as he took the initiative this time.
"o-ok, enough... quickly leave the room!" she stammered, pointing at the door as if trying to assert control over the situation.
"alright, alright..."
she watched him leave, biting her lower lip as she touched her tingling lips with her fingers. "this brat..."
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