She loved the way he sounded when he called her dove; it just made her body tingle with excitement and Xiao Yu was not one to embrace pet names very easily despite conceding to Yi Long once or twice here and there. And she only did so to please him. However, the way that Milo called her dove was different; it made her heart sing and her skin yearned for his touch. Maybe it was just the fact that she liked being called some sort of bird as ironic as it were given that her name meant little fish. Fish could dream to fly too and being called dove was the closest she would get to flying. She didn't fight him when he pulled her up onto his lap and asked if she was ready. In fact she leaned in and kissed his lips passionately letting the kiss linger until her core tighten up and she had to pull her self away. Sighing lightly, she propped herself a little off of his lap and reached down between the two of them. Xiao Yu felt the blood rush to her cheeks which she tried to play off as a normal occurrence.<br/><br/><br/>She was nervous and shy about this, but she knew she wanted it. With the red color burning in her cheeks she lowered herself onto him. The minute she flt his head touched her lips, she moaned softly and that continued as she eased herself further down slowly. She was by no means a virgin or a stranger to sex and it had only been a few since she and Yi Long had split, but feeling Milo enter her like he did make it a whole new experience. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as her hips rolled each time his cock entered her. She would pull up but not all the way off and push back down on him. Her shoulders bunched up as she placed her hands on his chest to prop her self up pushing him deep inside of her. She moaned and through her head back grinding down on him steadily. She loved the way his head felt against her tightening walls. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue pressing against his lips wanting to be let in.<br/><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>It was just passed midnight when Lengxie awoke from his sleep. He'd fallen asleep leaning against the wall of her bed. His eyes darted down to where she was holding his hand in both of hers. Wuqing always held his hand in that manner when she didn't feel well. The very first time she held his hand that way, they were ten and eight years old. He hadn't thought anything of it back then, having been the crown prince of his kingdom and having made rounds to the sick people to bless them. He was used to having his hand held but as they grew older, he realized that he was the only one that she acted that way with as if holding his hand always helped her to recover faster. It made complete sense as soon as that figured out that she was the only one who was strong enough and powerful enough to break through his own defenses when he was triggered and change. When he raged, she was the only one that could reach him and each and every time, she was the light in his darkness.<br/><br/><br/>He had two conflicting thoughts fighting each other within him. His first thought was: pull way from her. Soon she will be someone else's lawfully and you cannot have this moment anymore. End it now or it will be harder when you are forced to let go. His second thought was: Treasure this moment and commit it to your memory. Lin An Bo is the man she will call her husband but you will always be the man that heals her. He sighed and looked down at her. He could lie to everyone, including her as long as she didn't read his heart, but he could never lie to himself. He loved her so he held her hand tightly. He would always love her; he always loved her. He'd love her for a long time but just never found the courage to tell her. He hoped she would just read it from him. He thought that she knew.<br/><br/><br/>He knew that she knew and felt for him too. They just knew that they couldn't be together. He was a prince by birth and by adoption. She was the daughter of a high ranking official who was slandered and ruined. Their stations in life were mismatched and the equalized in their work, but even them they were seen as brother and sister. The two of them wanted to bring redemption for their respective families as well as the individuals who gave them a second chance at life--him to the Emperor's uncle and her to their boss Zhuge Zheng Wo. He never minded the fact that she was disabled. The use of her legs were irrelevant to him. He loved her regardless.