For a split second Xiao Yu panicked. It wan't that she dind't want to be intimate with Milo because she had; she wanted him more than anyone she had ever wanted in her life before. She wanted him more than she ever wanted Yi Long before. She panicked because she realized that her need for Milo was so strong and so primal that she might not be able to wait too long to have him. She knew that the very last seconds to stop were slipping away and as he cooed at her. She watched him strip her of her pants and now she was naked before him and he was kissing up her thigh. She closed her eyes momentarily savoring the feel of his lips on her soft skin. Try as she might she couldn't help herself as the soft moan escaped her lips. Xiao Yu's head lulled back and she tried to tell herself to pull away but instead she leaned into him reaching down when he kissed far enough up her body. Xiao Yu pulled him up, using her legs to guide and keep him between her legs. Xiao Yu pulled Milo into a kiss and wrapped her arms around him before rolling him on to his back..<br/><br/><br/>"I hope I can make this night memorable for you too." As she said that she reached down and undid Milo's belt and then his pants. she wasted no time undoing his button and zipper. Though Xiao Yu did not rush anything. She let her right hand rub against his ever growing tent as she lean in and kissed his neck before giving him a soft bite. As her pointer and middle finger trace the outline of his cock that was growing, she licked his neck and kissed down his body stopping only to tease his nipples lightly. When she got down to his stomach she blushed and then skipped over his abs momentarily to kiss the tent in his pants. She returned the soft kisses to his upper body as she peeled his pants and boxers off of him, pulling them pass his hips and down to his ankles.<br/><br/><br/>With her cheeks flushed, Xiao Yu wrapped her right hand around his harden cock and gave it a slow deliberate stroke from the top to the bottom. She could feel her cheeks burn. Yes, she was embarrassed but not enough to stop. She took a breath to calm herself down and slowly and carefully lean into his lap and pressed her soft warm lips against the head of his cock. She kissed it gently and then she kissed it tenderly. Looking up at Milo, more to see his facial expressions if he had any than to make eye contact, she then extended her tongue out and starting from the based of his hard cock she licked the underside of his cock all the way until the tip of her tongue flicked off the crown easily and like second nature. She lick his head in a clockwise motion and the using her lips as a placeholder she let the length of his cock down and side and up the other where she flicked he very tip of her tongue at the opening.<br/><br/><br/>Once again she looked up at Milo, however this time she was aiming to catch his line of sight as just as she did she wrapped her beautiful lips around the head and give a firm but tender suck.. Her lisp began with creating an airtight seal on his cock and then she slid him in and out of my pretty little mouth slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Taking more each time she went down until she had a steady rhythm going. she hadn't tried to take off of him yet; she preferred to let him enjoy the sensations of having his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Xiao Yu came up for air with an audible pop, she was nearly gasping as she took deep breathes and stroked the wetness into his throbbing cock. With her left hand she tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and proceeded to take his cock in her mouth again except this time she pushed past where she had him before and a moan escaped her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>What could Lengxie say to An Bo? There were no words to describe giving up on one's dreams for another man except that Wuqing was worth it. If it meant that she didn't have to suffer a broken heart, a loveless marriage, a life where her sons would be taken from her if Taizi was forced into a political marriage. Sure, she would be a royal consort or if she was truly lucky the Empress of all of China but the cost would be too great and would break her. Wuqing was not a songbird happy tweeting away in a cage. She was a swallow meant to fly freely in the open sky. He could give up on himself for her. He had to. After all, she could never love him the way that she loved the man before him. So Lengxie walked away from An Bo with his promise to show up to his own unorthodox wedding. The wedding was all that mattered.<br/><br/><br/>He left the winner, the scholar to his seemingly empty victory as he and his brothers came home. Tieshou and Zhuiming were in charged of informing Zhuge Zhen Wo of what the boys had agreed upon while, Lenxie went to go check on her. He waved the servant girl away and took a fresh towel dipped it into the cold water, rung it out and waipped her face. The fever hadn't broke since her brought her home and though he hid it from An Bo, he was worried that she would never snap out of it and just give up on life. He re-wet the towel and placed it on her forehead before taking a seat next to her.<br/><br/><br/>"Wuqing, hold on. " He caressed her cheek tenderly. "Your happiness is coming soon. I<br/>promise you that."