Yao Shen is dreaming again.
He recognizes the silk-draped pavilion and that same smell of cloying incense immediately.
He's in much the same position as before, reclining on the chaise lounge, his robes open around him, Xin Hulei with his long hair streaming down his broad back, looking down at him from between Yao Shen's spread thighs. Except this time Xin Hulei isn't on the floor, but balanced above Yao Shen's body with a knee up on the sofa.
"Is young master a virgin?" Xin Hulei asks, his voice just as silken as Yao Shen remembers it from moments ago.
Yao Shen wants to tell him to fuck off.
Instead, the him in the dream, lowers his lashes shyly and makes a sort of noncommittal sound, which is all the confirmation Xin Hulei needs.
