翌日清晨

晨光熹微，几缕淡金色的光线透过厚重的遮光窗帘缝隙，斜斜地投射在凌乱的大床上，在深色的被面上勾勒出温暖的光斑。

房间里瀰漫著一种慵懒而满足的寧静，空气中似乎还残留著昨夜情动时的甜蜜气息。

李九阳在一种极其舒適又带著奇异悸动的感觉中缓缓甦醒。

意识尚未完全清明，身体却先一步感知到了怀中温软的存在。

他睁开眼，映入眼帘的是虞星遥依偎在他颈窝的睡顏，乌黑的髮丝散落在枕畔。

她身上松松垮垮地套著他那件宽大的薄外套，衣摆滑落，露出圆润的肩头和一小片光洁的背部肌肤，在晨光中泛著细腻柔润的光泽。

“星遥……？”李九阳的声音带著刚睡醒的沙哑，手臂下意识地將她搂得更紧了些。

虞星遥长长的睫毛颤了颤，缓缓睁开眼。那双清澈的眼眸在初醒时带著一层朦朧的水汽，对上他的目光后，瞬间染上了羞涩的緋红。

她像只贪恋温暖的小猫，又往他怀里钻了钻，脸颊贴著他的胸膛，感受著那沉稳有力的心跳。她微微仰起脸，唇角弯起一个甜蜜又带著一丝羞怯的弧度。

“九阳哥哥……早安……”她的声音带著晨起的软糯和一丝不易察觉的沙哑，眼神里盛满了初尝情爱后的依恋与满足，还有一丝属於清晨的、慵懒的诱惑。

李九阳的心瞬间被这目光填满，昨夜沉淀的温情再次翻涌。

他低下头，温柔地吻了吻她的额头，又珍重地吻了吻她微肿的红唇，所有的言语都化在了这无声的亲昵里。

晨光笼罩著相拥的两人，房间里只剩下彼此交融的温暖呼吸，和那份无需言说的、心照不宣的甜蜜。

那只抬起的手最终没有落在她头上，而是猛地抓住了身下的床单，指节因为用力而泛白。

the raised hand never landed on her head. instead， it clenched the sheet beneath him with sudden orce， knuckles whitening. he threw his head back， neck arching into a sensual line， chest heaving violently as a choked groan， suppressed to its limit， rumbled rom the depths o his throat.

sight was blocked， but touch and hearing were ampliied ininitely.

he could eel with excruciating clarity every suck o her sot lips， every clumsy yet unbearably enticing drag and tangle o her warm tongue. he could even hear the aint， bloodpounding， damp， erotic sounds. it was a sensory storm o ultimate pleasure and immense psychological impact， threatening to tear him apart， to melt him.

“ngh... xingyao... sl... slower...“ he managed to rasp， his voice ractured and thick with ragged breaths. his body involuntarily lited his hips slightly， seeking deeper immersion into that tender coninement.

yu xingyao seeasionally grazed his sensitive skin， sending shivers o exquisite tingling through him.

li jiuyang elt like a small boat tossed in a tempest. all his senses were dominated by the gentle tempest o her mouth and tongue. pleasure， like electric currents， surged through his nerve endings， wave ater wave， building with terriying speed. he gritted his teeth against the impending loss o control， beads o sweat orming at his temples， his breathing harsh and labored like bellows.

“mmmph...“ yu xingyao seemed to eel the intense heat in her mouth throbbing and swelling rapidly. the unamiliar， potent presence lustered her， but she didn't retreat. instead， she sucked and enveloped him more earnestly， a muled whimper escaping her throat– part soothing， part urging.

li jiuyang elt hurled to the heapletely under yu xingyao's unpracticed yet utterly devoted ministration. the pentup lood could no longer be contained; it burst orth with overwhelming orce!

“gah—!“

an unrestrained roar o ultimate release tore rom his throat. his body instantly arched taut as a bow， hips thrusting upward uncontrollably， as i seeking deeper entrenchment in that warm， sot prison.

yu xingyao elt her mouth instantly looded with a torrent o scalding， slightly salty luid， striking the roo o her mouth and the back o her throat. the sudden volume and heat caught her o guard. instinct made her swallow， but she choked on it， emitting a stiled gurgle， her body recoiling slightly rom the impact.

yet she didn't pull away. her wide， glistening eyes lickered with shock， then deeper curiosity and a strange sense o ulillept and taste this most intimate oering rom her lover with her sot tongue.

li jiuyang's body trembled ort and connection. his ingertips elt the slight movement o her head as she swallowed， the rise and all o her throat.

time seemed to reeze.

this was li jiuyang's irst conscious release since transmigrating to this world. it was so intense， his soul seemed to leave his body. the room was illed only with the sound o their harsh， intermingled breaths. sunlight， slipping through a gap in the curtains， ell on the smooth， pale curve o yu xingyao's neck， giving it a pearly sheen.

an immeasurable time later， the suocating throbbing inally subsided. only then did yu xingyao slowly lit her head.

her cheeks were lushed like ripe peaches. her lips were damp， slightly swollen， a silvery strand o ambiguous luid lingering at the corner o her mouth. her clear， large eyes were now liquid pools， relecting the shyness ater a irst taste o the orbidden， a trace o bewilderment， and... a strange， ritualistic satisaction. she parted her lips slightly， as i to speak， but seemed caught by the lingering taste and sensation. instead， she just looked up at li jiuyang with those expressive eyes– timid yet with a hint o pride– as i silently asking，“gege... did it eel good?“

that look struck li jiuyang's heart iercely， melting it utterly， illing him with an indescribable thrill and possessiveness. he pushed himsel up on one elbow， reached out， and with ininite tenderness， used his thumb to wipe away the trace rom her lips. the gesture was ull o tenderness and reverence.