Yun Rao's face was already flushed so deeply it seemed about to catch fire. Unaware that there were others in the room, the two lovers on the bed rolled and moved with ever-increasing intensity, their movements causing the bed to creak and groan incessantly. The spot where Yun Rao and An Zi yuan had taken refuge was merely a narrow corridor, barely large enough for two people. As the couple on the bed grew more vigorous, the bed would frequently shift toward them, pressing Yun Rao constantly to move closer to An Zi yuan until, within no time, she was almost entirely pressed against him. Breathing grew loud and continuous, rich with sensuous and intimate undertones, accompanied by soft, breathy murmurs and various indecent, flirtatious comments. The rhythmic sounds of the man pressing against the woman's body, the wet, glistening sounds of their bodies meeting, and the soft, rhythmic sucking and kissing sounds rose and fell in waves, gradually filling the room with a warm, all-enveloping atmosphere of sensuality. After all these years, she had never even had the chance to see a single scroll of intimate courtly scenes featuring Yun Rao. Now, however, she was forced to watch someone else perform a vivid and passionate scene right here in the bedroom—though though she didn’t dare glance over, being immersed in this setting proved even more exhausting than actually seeing it unfold. An Zi yuan gently held her shoulders, speaking softly into her ear, “Yun Rao, you’ve been so earnestly holding on to me, not wanting to leave—now why can’t you just look?” Blushing, Yun Rao gave him a sharp glance, and the bed shifted forward slightly, pressing her entire body against An Zi yuan’s. He looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her chest, slightly compressed and almost distorted by the pressure, before darkening a bit, then smoothly shifting his gaze away. By now, Yun Rao had completely forgotten that she was still wearing her half-unbuttoned, softly revealing dress. She was almost forced into a half-kneeling position, pressed against An Zi yuan’s knees, her chest deformed and resting against his knee without realizing it—her only thought being how to escape this increasingly awkward situation. If he jumped out like this, Cen Tong didn't know whether he'd be so frightened that he'd collapse into the woman's body and never be able to rise again. Yun Rao had only intended to use her keyboard—she hadn't thought of causing her partner to lose her children—and thus lacked the courage to boldly step out. So she had to bend her body, gripping An Ziyuan's shoulder, biting down on the pressure behind her, unaware that this very act brought her and An Ziyuan even closer. An Ziyuan gazed down at the woman who seemed to hang almost entirely on him, their proximity allowing them to almost feel each other's breaths. The softness pressing against his knees deepened the darkness in his black eyes, and his breathing grew subtly more urgent. One arm tightly clutched Yun Rao's shoulder. Yun Rao looked at him in curiosity, noticing the faint flush on his face and the deep, dark pools of his eyes—within those depths, a subtle flame flickered, much like the night she had first seen him bathing in Kyoto. Her face grew even redder, and without realizing it, Yun Rao instinctively wanted to step back. As the soft peak of her chest brushed against his knee, her body froze. It only then struck her that she was still wearing that nearly see-through dress, her entire body pressed against An Zi yuan’s knee. What had just happened? A fresh wave of blush surged across her face, her heart filled with embarrassment. She no longer cared whether she would scare the person on the bed into lifelong impotence. With a determined step back, she reached for her feet to rise—only for her back to be suddenly and firmly pressed down by a large hand, pulling her back onto his knee. His fingers gently lifted her chin, and before she could even catch her breath, his lips descended with fierce intensity, pressing deep and driving forward with force and passion. Yun Rao remained completely still, unable to move or resist, only tilting her head to try and escape his kiss. This was in someone else’s room—there was a couple passionately making love on the bed—what was he doing? Her eyes flashed with anger, but An Ziyuan's gaze softened with a gentle smile. He gently sucked at her lips, then released them, pinching her ears and murmuring softly against her ear, "Yun Rao, I'll take care of you later." His voice was thick and husky, making Yun Rao's spine stiffen. She tried to smile awkwardly, but An Ziyuan only gave her a cool glance, and with a flick of his fingertip, silence settled over the bed within moments. “….” Yun Rao instinctively reached out, covering his eyes. "You're not to look." A light laugh echoed beside her, and Yun Rao blushed, clenching her fists and tapping them against his chest twice, embarrassed. "All your fault. I just stepped in, and you were already acting!" Forced to listen to the bed all this time—well, and... She shielded her chest with both hands, stepping back from him, secretly annoyed. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose." An Zi Yuan glanced at her. "Did I say you were doing it on purpose? On the contrary, now I find myself slow to act. I was just about to leave—whose idea was it to stay?" Yun Rao pursed her lips, unable to respond, her gaze drifting unconsciously to the two of them lying entwined on the bed, her cheeks growing warm again. She raised her hand, pulled down the bed curtain at once, and with the hope of being out of sight, strode toward the pile of disheveled clothes on the floor. She went through them with distaste, only to find no tokens. "Looking for these?" A black red-threaded token was gently offered from behind Yun Rao's eyes lit up with surprise, and she turned to face him, "How did you come by this?" Reaching out to take it, she was gently restrained as An Ziyuan withdrew it into his sleeve. An Ziyuan glanced at her with a calm expression, "I picked it up." Yun Rao scowled, glaring at him, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "Wouldn't you have had the chance to learn these intimate courtesies if I'd mentioned it sooner?" His tone remained composed, showing no hint of embarrassment. Yun Rao shot him a sharp look, but An Ziyuan smiled, suddenly wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her out through the window. "Wait—what about them?" Yun Rao called out, worried. "I only lightly pressed their meridians; they'll wake up soon enough." They returned to his separate pavilion. When she was gently set down, Yun Rao remained dazed, pointing at the elegant room and looking at him with curiosity, "Where exactly is this?" "My pavilion," An Ziyuan replied calmly, one hand slowly closing the door, then locking it. As the sound of the latch clicking reached her, Yun Rao had already instinctively turned her head, gazing at the door now securely fastened. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked toward An Zi yuan. An Zi yuan still maintained his calm expression, but his dark eyes had grown deeper than before, drawing her breath to quicken. "You..." She wanted to speak, yet something seemed to be lodged in her throat, leaving her standing there, dumbfounded as he approached. She watched his hands gently trace her face, and watched the depth of his gaze grow ever more intense. "Yun Rao, I want you," he murmured, his thumb lightly caressing her cheek. She stood motionless, still caught in the weight of his words. Before she could recover, An Zi yuan lowered his head and kissed her lips.