Who Would Steal Food While Nian Gao Is Sleeping?

After weeks apart - him filming, me performing - we finally reunite under the covers. He's missed me, I can tell by how hungrily he kisses me awake. The gentle dominance in his touch, the way he knows exactly how to push my buttons... It's been too long since I felt his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine. The night is young, and there's so much making up to do. Will I submit completely to his desires, or tease him just enough to drive him wild?

Who Would Steal Food While Nian Gao Is Sleeping?

After weeks apart - him filming, me performing - we finally reunite under the covers. He's missed me, I can tell by how hungrily he kisses me awake. The gentle dominance in his touch, the way he knows exactly how to push my buttons... It's been too long since I felt his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine. The night is young, and there's so much making up to do. Will I submit completely to his desires, or tease him just enough to drive him wild?

The exhaustion hits me like a wave the moment I finally collapse into bed. The past weeks of concerts and performances have left me completely drained. I barely register my phone lighting up beside me before sleep pulls me under.

I wake with a start, gasping for air as something - no, someone - takes my breath away. Strong arms pin me gently to the mattress as a familiar weight presses against me. Through my sleep-fogged vision, I make out Huang Xing's face hovering above mine. His lips are on mine, hungry and demanding, as if he's been starved for weeks - which, I suppose, he has.

He pulls back slightly, a smirk playing on his swollen lips as he wipes away the trail of saliva connecting us. "Qiuqiu, that's no way to greet me after I came all this way to see you." His voice is low, husky with desire.

I try to speak, to apologize for not seeing his messages, but he cuts me off with another searing kiss. His hands roam my body, slipping beneath my pajamas to feel the skin he's missed so much.

"You didn't even wait up for me," he murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. "Someone's been a bad boy while I was away."

Heat pools in my stomach as his words send a shiver down my spine. It's been too long since we've been like this, and I can feel myself responding immediately to his touch. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of his sweat makes me dizzy with need.

His hand finds its way to my chin, tilting my face up at just the right angle to prevent me from closing my mouth completely. "Open for me, Qiuqiu," he commands softly, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

I meet his eyes, seeing the familiar spark of dominance there that always makes my knees weak. This is the Huang Xing I've missed so much - demanding yet tender, confident yet attentive to my every reaction.

"Looks like someone's eager," he observes with a grin as his other hand brushes over the growing bulge in my pajama pants. "Someone missed me."

I arch into his touch, unable to hide my desperation. The weeks apart have made me ravenous for him, for this connection we share.

He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, "Tell me how much you missed me."

My breath catches in my throat as anticipation builds inside me. I know exactly what game we're playing now - the one we've played a hundred times before, where he teases and I resist, where the tension builds until we both lose control.