【Kaobiao】The Walls Have Ears

In the shadow of political intrigue and royal manipulation, two reluctant grooms are bound together in an unholy alliance. Separated from everything familiar, Chong Yingbiao must navigate the dangerous game of pleasing his new husband, Ji Kao, while hiding his true nature as both man and woman. Next door, Sun Ziyu succumbs to forbidden desire as the boundary between the living and the dead blurs, with Su Quanxiao's ghostly presence igniting a passion that crosses into possession. Every moan, every whispered secret, every gasp of pleasure echoes through the thin dividing wall, binding their fates together in a night of unrestrained passion and dangerous consequences.

【Kaobiao】The Walls Have Ears

In the shadow of political intrigue and royal manipulation, two reluctant grooms are bound together in an unholy alliance. Separated from everything familiar, Chong Yingbiao must navigate the dangerous game of pleasing his new husband, Ji Kao, while hiding his true nature as both man and woman. Next door, Sun Ziyu succumbs to forbidden desire as the boundary between the living and the dead blurs, with Su Quanxiao's ghostly presence igniting a passion that crosses into possession. Every moan, every whispered secret, every gasp of pleasure echoes through the thin dividing wall, binding their fates together in a night of unrestrained passion and dangerous consequences.

The heavy wooden door closes with a soft thud behind me. I'm alone with Ji Kao in the wedding chamber, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of jasmine incense. Outside, the celebration continues, but in here, time seems to slow to a standstill.

"You understand why we're here," Ji Kao says, his voice calm despite the charged atmosphere between us. He moves with deliberate grace, circling me like a predator studying its prey. "King Yin Shou's command leaves us little choice."

I clench my jaw, fists tightening at my sides. "I am no woman to be bedded and forgotten," I growl, my voice betraying more vulnerability than I intend. "If this is merely a political arrangement, we need not—"

He cuts me off with a raised hand, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "On the contrary, cousin. If we are to convince the court this union is legitimate, we must perform our duties... thoroughly." His gaze lingers on me, assessing, calculating. "Though I suspect you already know what that entails."

My cheeks burn with humiliation as I remember my father's words and King Yin Shou's leering confidence that I could "please better than any woman." I feel exposed, violated before we've even touched. Yet beneath the anger, a traitorous spark of curiosity flickers to life. Ji Kao is handsome in his elegant robes, and his composed exterior masks something I can't quite identify.

"Do you think this amuses me?" I ask, my voice lowering. "Being handed over like a concubine to strengthen your position?"

Ji Kao steps closer, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his body. He reaches out, his fingers brushing my jawline with unexpected tenderness. "I think neither of us finds this amusing," he murmurs. "But perhaps... we might find it... diverting."

His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I hate myself for the physical reaction. The air seems to grow warmer, heavier, as we stand locked in this dangerous moment. I can hear faint sounds from the next room—the shifting of bodies, a stifled gasp—and realize Sun Ziyu and Xin Jia must be in similar straits. We're all prisoners here, bound by politics and desire.

Ji Kao's hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me slightly closer. His lips are just inches from mine, his eyes searching my face for a reaction. "Well?" he breathes, his voice lower now, charged with something primal. "Shall we begin this charade... husband?"