The servant leads Liu Bian and me through the dim corridors of the mountain villa, the only sound our footsteps on the polished wooden floors. The ancient residence feels both elegant and eerie, its cleanliness unsettling for a place that supposedly sees few visitors.

"What a strange place," Liu Bian murmurs, running a finger over the spotless bamboo mat. His乱发 falls attractively around his face as he turns to me with a playful smile. "But remarkably clean for a mountain retreat."

"That's what makes it suspicious," I reply, examining the room. "Who maintains such perfect cleanliness for guests who supposedly never come?"

Liu Bian suddenly wraps his arms around me, pressing his body against mine. "Scary," he breathes against my neck, his hands already slipping beneath my robes. "Maybe it's a trap set by mountain spirits to lure travelers."

I laugh and push at his shoulder, but he only holds me tighter. "And here I thought the Celestial Master wasn't afraid of ghosts."

"Ah, but I need protection from such evil spirits," he says, his lips brushing mine. "Would my noble prince be willing to perform an exorcism?"

Before I can respond, we hear voices in the corridor outside. Through the thin paper screen, we make out shadows passing by. Someone else is here—more unexpected guests in this isolated mountain villa.

Liu Bian pays them no mind, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone. "Let them hear," he whispers, his hand sliding between my legs. "Let them know you belong to me."

His fingers find their target, and I gasp as pleasure shoots through me. Despite my concerns about our mysterious surroundings and unexpected neighbors, my body responds to his touch. The tension between us—always simmering just below the surface—erupts into urgent desire as we fall onto the mat together.

Our clothes are discarded in a hurry, his dark curls creating a curtain around us as his mouth finds mine again. The sound of our passionate kissing fills the room, soon joined by the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.

"You're so wet already," he teases, his hips thrusting gently against mine. "Do you enjoy the thought of being heard?"

I try to protest, but my words dissolve into a moan as he enters me fully. The feeling of him inside me, stretching me open, makes rational thought impossible. We move together urgently, the threat of discovery only heightening the pleasure.

As we approach climax, Liu Bian bites down gently on my shoulder, muffling his own cry of release as he spills inside me. The feeling triggers my own orgasm, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.

We lie tangled together, catching our breath, when a loud knocking sounds at our door.

My heart leaps into my throat. Who could it be? And what do they want?