Han Jia* I

„For the night, you can stay in our house and sleep in..", Han Jia halted her lips and glanced at the unconscious Shou Enlai at the ground, while continuing, „..my son's bedroom. He will surely not need it."

The creepy smile stood frozen mirrored in the irises of Fuji and it pleased him. The perfect moonlight for the blood ocean and her light glistened the blood of his fallen enemies in the past. This took him back to earth and he actually liked it here.

The brutality and dominance one can exert in this new world, constructing itself with the dead bodies of every men opposing him and the sweet laughs of his conquered women freshening his vision.

Various of ideas emerged in his mind and the new mindset caused realizations to fill his mind, but all flew to the backside of his head.

„Han Jia, your smile could replace the moon and noone would notice.."

The unexpected words surprised her and she turned her head to him. She stared at him disbelieving, nevertheless, the abrupt words pleased her.

„That's kind from a handsome man."

Fuji locked his eyes with her's and as if a trance of flowers grew around them, enveloping them, she started to feel weird and never thought of anyone liking her creepy smile.

„I'm serious about it. Your smile resembles that of a confident woman, that knows what she wants and won't stop until it's hers. Your the beautiful rose blossoming in blood, the stunning woman freezing every eye and the mighty sun shining after the storm."

These words made her cheeks redden and she blushed. Han Jia always heard of her husband, that she had a creepy smile and had weird priorities. It annoyed her to not be liken by her husband and attempted to find solutions, yet to no avail. She was unhappy with her marital life, but her children bound her with a chain to withstand it.

It was she and made herself to her for him. A awaited puppet readying itself for the puppet master.

(For people not understanding= 'she' means her actual self and 'made herself to her' means she transformed into the liking of her husband)

In this moment, the flowers sprouted around them with glittering cyan orchids, chilling blood-red roses and lily's with a snow-white basket containing the cherry-red fruits of pouring strawberry's, fresh apples and juicy melons.

The memories of her childhood struck her. „Han Jia, you creep!", „She's a witch!", „What are you talking about? Clearly, a villain disguised as a little kid!".

They found her habits unusual and stared disgusted at her every time she smiled. The social distancing from them didn't help and at the end, needed to love a man in a forced marriage..

Always..

It was always..

*drip* *drop* *drip* *drop*

Her, tears started to swamp her eyes and ran down her soft redden cheeks. Fuji saw it from the corner of his eyes and the simple water drilled into his heart. It was as if bullets dug deeper to sting his brain and he unconsciously moved his hand to her wetted face.

„..sob..what..?"

Han Jia still had her eyes locked with him and noticed his hand stopping the flood of tears. Thoughts of the sad past clamped her mind, feelings engulfed her body and expectations built in her amethyst-purple irises.

Fuji made his response with a another lock clear, but this time, he pressed his lips onto her's and surprisingly, the resistance was small to none.

From a simple kiss, it turned into a passionate kiss with Fuji's tongue entering and playing around with her tongue. She firstly moved her tongue shortly and the process of realizing took her for some seconds.

Han Jia's eyes widened, but with it, the tears stopped and her eyes started to loose up. She responded by coiling around her tongue and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Even in this moment, they never lost sight of the other one's eyes and only stopped after several minutes passed. They parted, but strands of saliva bound them.

Fuji smiled confidently and grasped her waist with his hands. He lifted her up and Han Jia was shocked. She embraced his waist with her legs instinctively and her arms were still around his neck.

Fuji wanted to move to her bedroom and go a step further up, but thought of her husband and asked beforehand. He may not care about an archenemy, but he knows, that her husband is stronger than her or likewise with cultivation base. A threat can linger in the shadows to assault him, but an intelligent enemy with a broader network and bigger knowledge will only develop into a blood bath, where the leak is unknown and this is for Fuji not reassuring.

„He..", Han Jia immediately stopped her sentence and found it sweet of him to consider her feelings, before going further, but the thought of her husband despised her. He attended multiple meetings for elder's and complained about his position. He came for a day and vanished for weeks, „Don't talk about him now, he isn't what matters for me anymore!"

Before Fuji bethought the whole situation, she suddenly pressed her cherry-red lips on his and the honeyed taste from her saliva covered his mind. The enchanting fragrance filled his nose and the big, soft and bountiful breasts wrapped his chest.

Who would let go off this chance?

While they passionately kissed, Fuji moved slowly to not hit something with almost all his senses covered and searched for her room. After many minutes of looking into rooms, he found it and walked to the bed. He fell with his back onto the feathery and floaty bed.

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Notice: This was my first attempt of writing a romantic chapter, but naturally with two of the same kind.