Chapter 39: After the Rain, After the Cloud

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As their bare skin touched, their sweat clung together, sticky and indistinguishable.

Luo Xiya held Roman with one arm and reached for a tissue from the side table with the other.

She gently and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, but for once, Roman turned his head away in silence, showing subtle rejection.

Gazing at the side of his face, Luo Xiya saw that his perfect features had completely lost their usual holy aura.

A faint flush colored his skin, inside and out.

His lips were pressed together tightly and trembled slightly, as if he were angry about something.

She carefully glanced at the white flower in Roman’s right eye.

(Edit) She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but it seemed to have become more vibrant, matching the color in Roman’s cheeks.

“Oh no, are you mad?” Luo Xiya asked with exaggerated innocence, reaching out to caress Roman’s cheek.

“You were too reckless just now…”

Roman closed his eyes and couldn’t help but lightly tap Luo Xiya with his hand.

“Hehe…”

Luo Xiya’s earlier worries vanished in an instant.

Roman might be acting angry on the surface, but he was still leaning obediently against her.

Good thing Roman’s Sacred Seal wasn’t a mind-reading type, otherwise, he would’ve been driven mad by Luo Xiya by now.

Was he leaning against her because he enjoyed the comfort?

No!

It was because he had been “tortured” to the point of complete exhaustion!

He couldn’t muster any strength at all.

His back ached, his waist was sore, and even his legs were limp, his whole body felt like it had been run over by a heavy wagon.

Why were so many people obsessed with this kind of thing?

And yet, nestled in Luo Xiya’s arms, he couldn’t bring himself to feel the slightest bit of disgust.

On the contrary, there was a comforting warmth that made him feel deeply held.

Even during the act, it had been the same, Luo Xiya had guided him into a harbor woven of love and gentleness.

That unmatched sense of security made him never want to leave.

Of course, it would’ve been even better if Luo Xiya had been a bit gentler.

Roman thought helplessly.

All around them, the room was a mess, filled with the fragrant scent of indulgence.

The once-beautiful bedroom now resembled a bewitched bedchamber, scattered with traces of passion and moisture.

“Open the window,” Roman said weakly.

If the room kept smelling like this, it wouldn’t be long before Luo Xiya’s urges flared up again and she dragged him into yet another round without mercy.

Several seconds passed with no response.

Roman opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Luo Xiya pressed comfortably against him, raising her brows as if enjoying some hidden pleasure.

“Roman, have I ever told you? Even your sweat smells sweet,” Luo Xiya murmured with a mix of pleasure and envy.

Compared to many Aingloran natives who had strong natural body odors, Luo Xiya was already better off, her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it definitely wasn’t sweet.

Roman, however, was different.

She hadn’t noticed earlier in the heat of the moment, but now, with the storm over and peace returned, it hit her all at once, Roman was like a blooming flower, his nectar releasing a constant stream of sweetness into the air.

And what satisfied her most was the thought that from now on, every night, she would get to savor this sweetness as much as she wanted.

Just imagining that future made her feel weak with joy.

Hearing Luo Xiya’s uncontrollable comment, the sweet scent on Roman’s body became even more fragrant.

He couldn’t help but lightly bump his head against hers.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Luo Xiya finally gave in, gently helping Roman lie back down on the bed.

She, still wrapped in her oversized nightgown, leapt off the bed in one quick motion.

Unlike Roman, she was now brimming with energy, with not a hint of sleepiness.

But the moment her feet hit the floor, she paid the price.

Blushing, she bent slightly and nearly collapsed, only managing to steady herself through sheer force.

“You okay?”

Roman noticed her strange posture and turned his head, concerned.

“Of course I’m fine. I’m a sword dancer, remember?”

Luo Xiya shot back stubbornly, proudly asserting her flexibility and exceptional bodily control.

Unlike Roman’s sweet, delicate face, what he had below the waist was anything but “petite”, it brimmed with vitality.

In the end, it wasn’t the frail Roman who gave in, but the supposedly strong Luo Xiya.

If it hadn’t been for her own limits, she would’ve definitely kept going until the lonely second half of the night was also filled.

Gradually adjusting to the awkward state of her legs, Luo Xiya walked to the window, and blushed again on sight.

She picked up a towel and wiped the windowsill clean before finally feeling safe enough to open the window.

Traces of their actions were everywhere.

Roman had been upset with her precisely because of her reckless behavior.

Like carrying him to the window without his consent and saying things like, “Should I open it and let the night maids hear your cute moans?”

Of course, that wasn’t something Luo Xiya would really do.

But in the heat of the moment, with the half-open window right behind him, Roman had instinctively panicked and started begging in a trembling voice.

That was the true reason for his post-event anger, in other words, embarrassment turned into frustration.

With the window open, the cool night breeze drifted into the room, cooling Luo Xiya’s overheated body.

But the fire in her heart didn’t subside in the slightest.

They say the happiest thing in life is growing old with the one you love.

Just now, holding Roman in the afterglow of their passion, Luo Xiya had stared at his face, his complete surrender stirred up feelings even deeper than desire.

Her mind wandered, she couldn’t possibly keep Roman hidden away in the Lily Territory forever.

How would she conceal the presence of his Sacred Seal?

There were surely countless women outside who’d want to steal him away.

How could she protect him completely?

And when they returned home, how would she explain things to her mother?

Roman was a commoner.

Luo Xiya might have claimed not to care who she was with, but adults were professionals at lying.

What if her mother made things difficult for him?

Would she be able to stand up and fight for him?

How many children would they have?

What would they name them?

How should boys be raised?

How about girls? If she left everything to Roman, would it be too exhausting for him…

All kinds of ridiculous thoughts surfaced in her mind, and though a sense of responsibility weighed on her shoulders, Luo Xiya didn’t feel burdened at all.

On the contrary, she felt a warm, fulfilling sense of being entrusted with something precious.

After everything, her throat was parched.

She grabbed the water jug on the table and lifted it to her mouth, drinking heartily.

But before she could finish, it struck her, Roman must be thirsty too.

And in the next instant, a seductive idea flashed across her mind.

Filling her mouth with water, she quietly returned to the bed and gently shook Roman’s shoulder.

“All set?”

Roman turned over wearily, only to be caught in another kiss by Luo Xiya.

“Hmm…”

Their lips and tongues met once again, and between kisses, cool water trickled out between them, running down their necks and into their collars.