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After a simple wash, the two of them lay down to sleep, without any extra thoughts. Qi Chong fanned her gently, and Yu Chunmiao quietly listened to the sounds coming from next door.
Next door, a man and a woman seemed to be arguing.
The man said, "Qing Niangzi, I wasn't looking around aimlessly; I was looking behind her."
The woman replied, "What was so interesting behind her that you stared for so long?"
The man insisted, "There was a menu hanging on the wall. I was trying to read it. I searched for a long time but couldn’t find the stir-fried lotus root you mentioned, so I looked a bit longer."
The woman challenged him, "Really? How can you prove that?"
He responded confidently, "I memorized the entire menu. If you don’t believe me, I can recite it for you."
Just then, the sound of him reciting the menu stopped, and the couple fell silent. Yu Chunmiao closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.
However, suddenly a woman's soft moan came through the wall, causing Qi Chong to stop fanning her and Yu Chunmiao to open her eyes immediately.
They exchanged glances, and Yu Chunmiao stifled a laugh as she whispered, "What should we do? It sounds like they’re... I don’t want to listen."
Qi Chong agreed that he didn't want to hear it either. They lay there covering each other's ears. But the noises from next door only grew louder, filled with endearing terms.
Feeling awkward, they pulled the blanket over themselves, but within a minute it became too hot to bear. Then came the sound of bodies colliding, making Yu Chunmiao feel uneasy.
Suddenly she sat up and said to Qi Chong, "We can’t escape this; let’s just join in."
Qi Chong was startled and sat up too, grabbing her arm as he said, "I’m not going; you can’t go either."
Seeing his serious expression, Yu Chunmiao playfully pinched his waist and said, "What are you thinking? I meant we can have our own fun here; who wants to go next door?"
Qi Chong shook his head firmly and replied, "No, I don’t want anyone hearing your voice. Even if the bed creaks a little bit, I can endure it."
"Fool! I can't hold back anymore," Yu Chunmiao said as she leaned in and kissed him softly.
Qi Chong merely swayed slightly in response; the bed creaked loudly under them as he spread his hands in helplessness.
Yu Chunmiao pointed towards the Eight Immortals Table in their room and suggested, "Let’s try something exciting!"
The man's gaze followed where she pointed and darkened suddenly.
The tea set and oil lamp on the Eight Immortals Table were pushed aside, the smooth black lacquer surface reflecting a hazy porcelain white. The contrast of cold and warmth between their bodies created a mist that briefly lingered in the air. A large, bony hand occasionally pressed against the surface but quickly withdrew, as it was needed to support a delicate figure.
Once that delicate form climbed onto a strong neck and robust waist, the table became empty. The man felt it was utterly useless now, for he could control everything on his own. While the neighboring room had fallen silent, they remained entwined in their own world.
When they returned to bed, they were still catching their breath. Qi Chong picked up a fan to cool her down, occasionally planting satisfying kisses on her lips. Yu Chunmiao playfully punched his solid chest and said, "Can we not take so long next time? I can barely keep up with you. My hands ache, my legs ache, my back aches—oh, poor baby."
Qi Chong sat up to massage her legs, looking at her with innocent eyes. It was just how he was; he didn’t do it on purpose. How could he control it every now and then?
Yu Chunmiao pulled him back to lie beside her, resting on top of him as her slender fingers traced circles around his prominent throat. "I’m not pitiful; I’m quite happy!"
The man lifted his chin, allowing her to draw on him while a charming smile curved at the corners of his lips.
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