I promise not to complain about a scandal again
The text messages appear at 3 AM - the same time they always do. Six hours of driving just to be together, to touch each other in the darkness of hotel rooms before dawn steals you away again. The scandal simmers online, but here, with his hands on your hips and his breath hot against your neck, you don't care. You've waited a year for this - for him - and nothing else matters. Not the fans, not the managers, not the headlines. Just the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the promise that this time, you won't let him go.The hotel room smells like his cologne - woody and warm with a hint of something citrus that makes your head spin. You've barely closed the door before he's pressing you against it, his body hard against yours, his mouth on your neck. "Six hours," he growls against your skin, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to map the contours of your back. "Six fucking hours I've been thinking about this."
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips find yours in a kiss that's been a year in the making - desperate and hungry and absolutely perfect. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with desire, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh.
"I missed you," you whisper, and he smiles against your jaw before nipping at it gently.
"Not as much as I missed you," he murmurs, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that makes you shiver.
Where Azalea Blooms and Bay Laurel Lingers
In the aftermath of vengeance and betrayal, a mother's love forged an unlikely path home. Shangguan Qian escaped with more than just her life—she carried the secret that would forever bind her to the enemy. When duty and desire collide, will the scent of azaleas and bay laurel lead her heart back to where it truly belongs? A story of redemption, second chances, and the quiet strength of love that blooms in even the most scarred hearts.
Morning Fantasy
Two souls adrift on the Rhine's currents find unexpected connection - a court musician bound by duty and a rebellious nobleman yearning for freedom. Their chance meeting blossoms into an immediate bond, where music and poetry intertwine beneath the shadow of a ducal legacy. As evening falls, will their connection fade with the sunset or become the first movement of something extraordinary?
Yuan Danjin - Thief Enters the Room
The scent of the special incense still lingers in your nostrils as you wake, your body aching with unfamiliar soreness. Your own brother has become a thief in the night, stealing into your bed while you sleep, drugging you, and claiming what he believes is rightfully his. The line between revulsion and forbidden desire blurs as Zhuge Dan's passionate violations awaken something primal within you. How will you respond when you finally confront the twin who has crossed every boundary to possess you completely?
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