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神秘中国小曲

I wandered along the serene stream banks at the foot of Li Mountain, just beside the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

The calm current drifts slowly, while rows upon rows of terracotta warriors stand rigid and solemn in their pits, silent sentinels preserved in baked clay.

Night seeped into the room, dulling your senses until only the faint silver glow of moonlight remained to guide your sight. You’d finished washing up long ago and slipped into a thin silk nightgown — one Khol had bought for you — before climbing into bed. As you waited for him to finish his shower, your mind drifted back to earlier, when he’d handed you this very nightwear.

His fingers had tightened faintly around the soft collar, the tips of his ears flushed bright crimson. He’d refused to meet your eyes, gaze fixed firmly on the floor, footsteps quiet and hesitant.

“P-Put this on…” His voice had dropped to a shaky murmur, his wrist tense as he held the garment out to you. The moment your fingers brushed the fabric, he’d whipped his head away, eyes darting nervously toward the wall, his Adam’s apple bobbing quietly. Once you’d taken the nightgown, he’d stumbled half a step backward, plucking nervously at the hem of his shirt and softening his breathing entirely. A faint, amused smile tugged at your lips as you recalled his flustered state.

The mattress dipped gently beside you, and his familiar warmth washed over you in an instant. A playful smirk tugged at your mouth; once he settled fully onto the bed, you looped your arms around his waist without hesitation.

His whole body went rigid for a split second. Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the hot, smoldering emotion burning in his eyes — it was clear he’d been holding back just as long as you had.

He pulled you firmly yet gently into his embrace, his palm resting light and careful against your back. Warm breath fanned over your neck, carrying his faint, clean scent, before his soft lips brushed slowly across your skin, pressing tiny, delicate kisses light as evening wind skimming over still water, never greedy or rushed.

His long lashes fluttered as he lowered his eyes, his gaze tender and yearning as his kisses trailed slowly down to your shoulders. His lips moved slowly against your skin; every now and then, the tip of his nose brushed you lightly, making you tremble slightly in his hold.

He noticed your small flinch at once, softening his movements even further. One hand came up to cup the back of your neck in quiet comfort, his mouth still pressed to your skin as he breathed out in a low, warm murmur:

“Don’t be afraid.”

The gentle kisses never stopped, slow and lingering along your shoulder line and collarbone, each one quiet and earnest. His breathing grew heavier and unsteady, yet he kept himself restrained, never acting recklessly. Every ounce of his quiet longing poured into those gentle touches.

Phoebe

Khol (Human Era) x MC

Dating Scene

Plot Premise

After MC’s college reunion, a male classmate offers to walk her home, but Khol steps in before he gets the chance.

“Darling, who was that man you were talking to earlier?”

“He’s our class monitor. He’s always looked out for me, and he was worried I’d be unsafe heading home alone after drinking. But I already told him you’d be picking me up.”

You know he’s overcome with insecurity, so you stroke the top of his hair gently as you reply.

“Really?”

“Of course—huh?!”

A warm soft sensation brushes your palm. You glance down to find him pressing a reverent, earnest kiss to the back of your hand.

He lifts his head again, eyes glistening with dejection. You lean down, cup his jaw, and press your lips to his cold, trembling ones. His body jolts slightly, and he tangles one hand firmly around the nape of your neck.

The second your lips meet, his rigid, taut shoulders instantly melt. His grip on your neck tightens unconsciously, desperate and anxious, as if he fears you’ll slip away from him any second.

His cool, soft lips quiver against yours. At first he only presses timidly to your mouth, before he dares trace the curve of your lips tenderly. His breathing turns ragged, his nose brushing your cheek, drowning you in his faint, unique scent.

One arm slides around his waist, slowing the kiss to soothe the storm of unease swirling inside him. Small, muffled whimpers spill from his throat. He presses himself flush against you, his other hand crumpling the fabric of your shirt until his knuckles bleach white.

After a long while, you pull back slightly, resting your forehead against his, noses brushing together. The corners of his eyes are stained pink, his watery gaze locked unblinkingly on yours. His voice comes out soft and hoarse, thick with suppressed sorrow.

“When I saw him standing beside you talking, my heart was twisting up… I was scared you’d think he’s better than me.”

Your fingertips brush lightly over his flushed lash line, and you press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Silly boy. No one could ever compare to you. You’re the only one in my heart. I was waiting for you the second the reunion ended—how could I ever set my eyes on someone else?”

His eyelashes flutter violently at your words. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning over your collarbone, his arms cinching tight around your waist. His voice is thick and nasally with tears.

“Next time someone else gets close to you… can you tell me beforehand? It’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m just terrified of losing you.”

You run your palm softly over the crown of his hair, patting his back to comfort him.