Hot flashes

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this saying is especially true for Xiao Jue.

Zhou Heng was tossed and turned in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, thoroughly violated inside and out, and was finally released only after begging for mercy in a hoarse, tearful voice.

Xiao Jue held his sweat-drenched body in his arms, gently stroking his smooth back, like soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

After being satisfied, the Marquis was in a good mood. He was even unusually gentle the next morning. He even personally fed the limp Zhou Heng half a bowl of porridge before going to the front yard to deal with the backlog of official business.

Zhou Heng lay sprawled on the bed, his back aching and his legs weak, a reminder of the "fierce battle" that had taken place the previous night.

He stared at the magnificent canopy above the tent, and his competitive spirit resurfaced.

Why? How can he, a modern man who has been exposed to the information explosion of modern times and has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, always be completely defeated and crying for his parents in bed by Xiao Jue, this "ancient man"? This is not scientific!

So what if he's a little weaker physically? He's got a wealth of theoretical knowledge! Those tricks that Xiao Jue had never even heard of, those blush-inducing positions... The more Zhou Heng thought about it, the more he felt he had to stand up for himself, at least... he had to fight back!

Let Xiao Jue see for himself what it means to have "modern wisdom" applied flexibly in a specific field!

Once the idea took hold, it grew wildly like weeds. Over the next few days, Zhou Heng appeared obedient and conserved his energy, but secretly he was rubbing his hands together, repeatedly rehearsing his "mini-drama" and "knowledge base" in his mind.

He observed Xiao Jue's routine, looking for an "opportunity." Finally, on an evening when Xiao Jue seemed to be in a good mood and not too busy with official duties, Zhou Heng felt that the opportunity had arrived.

During dinner, Zhou Heng was exceptionally attentive, serving Xiao Jue food and soup with a smile that was sickeningly sweet.

Xiao Jue was so perceptive; how could he not see through his little scheme?

Seeing his bright, eager yet feigning composure, I found it amusing and let him be, wanting to see what tricks this little guy could pull this time.

Sure enough, after washing up, the two returned to the inner room. Zhou Heng didn't immediately roll onto the bed as usual, but instead walked to the lampstand, adjusted the wick, and made the room's light softer and more ambiguous.

Then, he turned around, with his back to Xiao Jue, and began... slowly untying his belt.

The movements were deliberately slowed, carrying a hint of awkward seduction. Her undergarment slipped off her shoulders, revealing a beautifully shaped neck and a small patch of fair back, which gleamed like jade in the dim light.

Xiao Jue leaned against the headboard, watching leisurely. His eyes deepened, but he was in no hurry to do anything. His fingers unconsciously caressed the edge of the brocade quilt.

Zhou Heng took a long time to remove his outer robe, turned around, and tried his best to remain calm, but his ears were already bright red.

He walked to the bedside, looked at Xiao Jue, took a deep breath, and then reached out, trembling, to untie the ties of Xiao Jue's nightgown.

Xiao Jue remained motionless, letting him do as he pleased, but his gaze was fixed intently on his face, as if trying to discern every subtle expression.

Zhou Heng's fingers trembled slightly as he finally managed to untie the ties and remove Xiao Jue's nightgown. The two stood naked before each other, and the atmosphere instantly became heated and tense.

Zhou Heng's heart pounded like a drum. Gathering his courage, he leaned down and kissed Xiao Jue's lips, mimicking his usual mannerisms, as if trying to kiss him.

Xiao Jue's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally responded to the kiss, yet he still maintained a controlling rhythm, guiding Zhou Heng's clumsy tongue.

When the kiss ended, Zhou Heng was panting, his eyes wet. He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and forcefully pushed Xiao Jue down onto the bed, then straddled him.

This position put him on top, finally giving him a sense of "dominance." He imitated her, awkwardly lowering his head to kiss Xiao Jue's chest.

Xiao Jue's breathing suddenly quickened, and a dark fire instantly ignited in his eyes. He let Zhou Heng do as he pleased, but his arms quietly wrapped around Zhou Heng's waist, his palms burning hot.

Seeing that he seemed pleased, Zhou Heng grew bolder. Even more embarrassing and heart-pounding images from those "knowledge" flashed through his mind.

He leaned against Xiao Jue's chest, his face flushed, his eyes darting around, his voice barely audible: "We...we'll try something different...okay?"

Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Zhou Heng didn't dare look at him, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his chest, her voice growing softer and softer: "It's...it's that kind of thing...you...you also..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the word, so he gritted his teeth, used force to try to pull Xiao Jue up, and then lay down himself in that legendary position.

Xiao Jue sat up halfway with his strength, watching Zhou Heng, whose face was red and whose eyes were darting away, as he tried to remain calm and adjusted their positions.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he instantly understood what Zhou Heng wanted to do.

A surge of violent rage rushed to his head! Where did Zhou Heng learn this incomprehensible, utterly unrestrained attitude?! Who taught him?! What other filthy things had Zhou Heng come into contact with behind his back?!

Just as Zhou Heng was extremely embarrassed and almost gave up, and their positions were about to be secured, Xiao Jue suddenly exerted his strength, and the world spun around in an instant!

Zhou Heng cried out in surprise as he was pressed heavily back onto the bed, his wrist gripped tightly by a large, iron-like hand and pinned above his head.

Xiao Jue leaned above him, his eyes dark and frightening, filled with terrifying desire and almost bursting anger, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

"Who taught you?" His voice was terribly hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the air of an impending storm. "Where did you learn it? Hmm?"

Zhou Heng was stunned by his sudden outburst of anger and oppressive aura. His earlier thought of "retaliating" had long since vanished, leaving only instinctive fear and resentment.

His wrist was being squeezed painfully, and seeing Xiao Jue's bloodshot eyes, tears welled up in his eyes, and he stammered, "No...nobody...I...I thought it myself...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Jue kissed her fiercely. It wasn't a kiss; it was more like a punitive bite, filled with the heavy smell of blood and anger. Zhou Heng whimpered and struggled, but only received a tighter hold in return.

"You thought it yourself?" Xiao Jue released his lips, staring at his tearful face, his eyes becoming even more dark and unfathomable. "Zhou Heng, you'd better tell the truth."

"It really is...it really is me..." Zhou Heng sobbed uncontrollably, filled with shame and fear. "I...I just saw some...some random stuff..."

"You've seen it?" Xiao Jue's anger seemed to have reached its peak.