The moonlight bathed the couple in a soft, silver glow as their lips moved in sync. The heat of their duel gave way to a different kind of fire. Or perhaps it was bound to head there, but their sparring provided the much-needed heat to ignite their passion for each other.
Qinglin's grip on Xu Qi's wrists tightened momentarily before she released them, sliding her hands up to cup his face instead.
Freed from the constriction, Xu Qi didn't hesitate. His now-free hands found her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed further against each other.
The night was still and quiet, save for the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the inner court of the Wandering Palace. However, neither of them cared about their surroundings anymore.
The tension that had built up during their sparring match unraveled into raw, unbridled desire.
"Don't we need to move this to your room, Qinglin?" He asked as his lips curled up into a teasing smile.
