Feng Yun came into himself slowly, the quiet of the private chamber wrapping around them like a soft curtain.
At this time, Feng Yun and Li Shixin were lying side by side on the bed upstairs, the candlelight casting warm shadows across the room. Her head rested against his chest, one arm draped lazily over him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her cheek strangely comforting.
"So," Li Shixin asked softly, tracing idle circles on his shoulder, "what's next?"
"What next?" Feng Yun chuckled, tilting his head to look down at her. "Do you want to do something?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, already sensing his tone shift. Before she could react, he leaned closer and murmured teasingly, "I don't mind… but I don't think your body can handle it."
His hand moved just enough to make his intention obvious.
"You—" Li Shixin rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away, though there was no real force behind it. "I'm not talking about us. I'm asking about your plans."
