Now that they were on the same page, Yuanjun took his clothes off without any reservations. As his red silk robes fell off his shoulders, his scarred body shook Qiang. She glanced at the multiple scars over his arms and back before staring at the defense map, carefully crafted on his back.
"Quick," Yuanjun murmured, "We have other things to do, too, you know?" He added flirtatiously, lifting Qiang's shock off.
She chuckled, quickly grabbing a paper and a brush. She already ground ink for this occasion. She laid the translucent paper flat on his back before dipping the brush into the ink pot.
She slowly traced the map onto the paper, having him twitch from time to time.
"Stop moving!" She complained loudly, such that her voice reached her grandfather who was sitting by the fireplace. He cleared his throat and went outside, unwilling to disturb the couple.
Yuanjun, on the other hand, moved as he was uncomfortable.
