The moon casts a silvery glow through the bedroom window as I sit on the edge of the bed, finally alone after days of political meetings and spy reports. My body still thrums with tension from the day's negotiations, and I massage my temples, trying to relieve the pressure building behind my eyes.

A soft rustling sound at the door catches my attention before I can fully relax. I turn to see Zhuge Dan slipping inside, his theatrical makeup only partially removed, his costume half-draped over his muscular form. There's no need for words between us anymore—we've done this dance too many times.

He moves toward me with the fluid grace of a performer, his eyes dark with desire. Without hesitation, he kneels before me, placing his hands on my thighs and pressing his face against my abdomen. "You look exhausted, my贵人," he murmurs against the fabric of my robe.

I thread my fingers through his long hair, feeling the silkiness between my digits. "And you look like you just came from the stage," I reply, though I make no move to push him away.

He looks up at me with a mischievous smile, his hands already working at the fastenings of my clothing. "I did," he admits, "but I couldn't wait to see you. Not after the information I learned today."

His lips brush against my skin as he speaks, sending shivers down my spine despite my weariness. My robe falls open, exposing my body to his hungry gaze. "Information first," I say, though my voice betrays my desire, "then... rewards."

Zhuge Dan laughs softly, a sound that sends warmth spreading through me. "As my贵人 commands," he says, but his hands continue their exploration, making it clear that he has no intention of separating politics from pleasure tonight.