"My love …"
Qiu Ling's voice was just as pitiful as his gaze and Jing Yi instantly felt remorseful. He shouldn't have slapped him. "I … I'm sorry." He looked up into that pair of dark eyes and was suddenly unable to look away. They were a little strange, those eyes, unlike the eyes of any other person he had seen before. Somehow, the form of his iris seemed different?
Jing Yi blinked. That wasn't important now. "I just … I became afraid. I just woke up and someone was suddenly so close so I …"
Qiu Ling lowered his hand and smiled brightly again. "So it was like that! Mn, don't worry about it. I wouldn't fault you. It's the right thing to do to be a little more cautious. You're so cute, it's to be expected that people with bad intentions might try to get close to you!"
Jing Yi frowned. Why did it sound as if he was issuing a warning?
"Ah, but you don't have to worry!" Qiu Ling went back to cupping Jing Yi's cheeks with his hands. "I'm right here. I won't let any of those shameless men take advantage of you."
Jing Yi's lips twitched. The only person who had tried to take advantage of him was the man above him, though. "Senior martial brother Qiu …"
"Ah, don't say it, my love!" Qiu Ling put his forefinger to Jing Yi's lips. "I know you're deeply touched. But you don't have to be. It's only natural. As your future husband, I should do these things."
Jing Yi opened his mouth to refute that there was no future husband but Qiu Ling finally used this moment to finish what he had originally tried to do. He retracted his finger and bent down.
Their lips met.
Jing Yi's eyes went wide. This … What was happening? What was with all the talk about nobody being allowed to take advantage of him? This shameless guy was doing exactly that!
His hands twitched. He really wanted to slap him again! Especially since that guy didn't seem to want to stop at all!
Jing Yi was right with that observation. Qiu Ling definitely didn't think of stopping. Quite the contrary! He was finally kissing his beloved and he wasn't struggling or trying to evade him so, in his opinion, that could only mean that Jing Yi liked it and wanted to continue. When had he ever gotten such a chance?
After ten years of wooing Jing He, they had kissed quite a few times but Jing He was rather restrained. It had never gotten out of hand. He had never minded a little peck since they were a couple but there had been only a few deeper kisses between them. Their wildest kiss had probably been the one right before Jing He descended for his trial which was a form of torture all on its own.
Ah, really, how could he just kiss him like that? It had felt as if he urgently needed that kiss, as if he couldn't go on without it, without him … Qiu Ling had never felt this good. In fact, he had nearly lost control and was just one step away from pushing Jing He down then and there. But just when his hands had moved to explore further and fan the flames of their lust, his beloved had actually disengaged himself and stepped back.
Qiu Ling had only been able to look at him with a heated gaze, silently begging him not to stop and instead let him have his way with him. As a dragon, sleeping with him would make Jing He his official consort in the eyes of the dragon race's people. He desired to have this kind of official relationship between them. Especially since Jing He would be gone for a while. Who knew what the trial might bring?
But Jing He hadn't assented to it and Qiu Ling never would have forced him. Thus, they had bid their farewell and only now was Qiu Ling finally able to come this close to his beloved again. Naturally, he wouldn't stop as long as he wasn't asked to.
He hugged Jing Yi as close as possible and tilted his head. His lips pressed against Jing Yi's. Mn … One of his hands snaked up his back and curled around his hair, tilting Jing Yi's head up to meet his. Jing Yi frowned and pushed against Qiu Ling's chest but his arms didn't seem to have any strength. Qiu Ling only felt like his beloved was caressing him to show his affection.
In a happy mood, Qiu Ling returned the favor. While one of his hands still combed through Jing Yi's hair, the other one stroked his side. His lips didn't leave Jing Yi's, though.
Jing Yi shuddered. He had just wanted to push Qiu Ling off but now he felt … He couldn't do it. And not just because Qiu Ling didn't react. Somehow, his fingers had curled around the hem of Qiu Ling's robe. They even seemed to unconsciously pull him a little closer. He also didn't know why he was doing this. He just felt way too comfortable right now.
Qiu Ling sighed with satisfaction. It was true. His beloved really had reconsidered! He peeked at Jing Yi's face and saw him slowly shutting his eyes. Mn … His beloved was way too sweet.
Qiu Ling cupped his cheeks and deepened their kiss, gently sucking on his lower lip. A hand slowly slid upward from the hem of his robe to his neck and then even further onto his shoulder. There wasn't any strength behind that movement but Qiu Ling felt like Jing Yi was trying to pull him closer.
He left Jing Yi's lips and trailed his chin with light kisses until he finally arrived at his neck. His hands somehow slid down and grabbed that white robe. Mn, since his beloved had reconsidered they could just do it now so that they would be officially married. It had been long enough anyway. After ten years in the nine heavens and fifteen years in the mortal realm … Wasn't it time to finally seal the deal?
He slowly pulled the fabric apart, revealing a jade-like chest. And then …
Someone knocked on the door.