Wang Li pulled the broom away from the blonde, who let out an apologetic smile.
"Come, Ah Li. Take off your robe," the king smirked.
"Wang Li!" The blonde reprimanded softly, flushing as he looked around them.
"Ying Yue," the raven-haired man cupped his cheek, "Let me see how much I hurt you."
The blonde offered a smile and placed his hand onto his lover's, squeezing it gently. Nodding, Wang Li pulled him to sit where he was reading with Madame Yun earlier. Sitting with his back to the Ghost King, he loosened his robes.
He felt his skin shivered when fingers danced across his bare shoulders leaving goose pimples in its wake. He felt his article slipped off his shoulders and Wang Li's palmed down to his elbow, then back to his shoulders. The king pulled his platinum blonde hair over his shoulder to reveal the expanse of his back.
