I Hope You Love Me Too

If the Ghost King were to look, he would see the hurt cross his feature. If the raven-haired male turned around, he would see how hard he was squeezing the wooden tray. If Wang Li would glance behind him, he would see how hard he was trying not to cry.

Ying Yue walked with his back straight out of the bath, but he moved quickly to his room and threw himself on the bed.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' he berated himself and covered his face.

Letting out a breath he turned around to sit up on the bed. Looking out the window, he just stared for a moment before closing his eyes. Hand on his heart, he felt the beating of his organ and the flow of his spiritual energy. He would have to learn more about what he could do with his power. What could he create and use it for? He knew it helped him increase his strength and speed quicker.

'But what else?' His eyes opened and he turned to the book that ruined his short-lived happiness. He looked at it for a moment to notice the similarities of this book with the journal from the first wife. A soft green with red ribbon binding the pages together. He took a moment before grabbing the book once more. He opened it again and read through the pages.

'The writing…' he found his brows pinching together, 'They looked just like his…'

He- hesitantly- look at the drawings closer and his forehead creased in confusion.

"The strokes… it isn't possible…" he told himself, "Wang Li said he wanted to learn more about me-which was actually Sheng Shui," his mind was running, "It isn't possible that he was Ah Li's wife unless they were separated for a period of time… he was so angry when he looked through the book and he said that he had done much without him… like he should have been there with him…" A lightbulb sparked in his mind as he stood up quickly, "Sheng Shui was his first wife!"

The book fell to the floor and he stared before him in shock.

'It made so much sense!' His mind provided, 'How he looked at me so softly, touch me gently, and kissed me with no hesitation like we've kissed so many times! And he mentioned that his wife was everywhere because he was! I have his body! Oh no, does that mean… when he said he loves me, that was meant for Sheng Shui?!'

The door opened and he stared at the raven-haired male.

"What is the matter?" Worry coated the king's voice as he moved to him quickly. Hands holding his shoulders as silver eyes pierced into his emerald ones.

"You," he blinked his wide green eyes, "I… you… me… he…"

"What is it?" Silver eyes searched his face and he cleared his throat.

"Wang Li," he stated faking his strength, "your first wife," he held his breath, "... was Sheng Shui, wasn't it?"

"What?" The Ghost King questioned.

"Sheng Shui… he was your wife, wasn't he?" Ying Yue spoke up like he had just been enlightened, "You two loved each other, but something happened, and he left, right?" He saw silver eyes widened and that made the blonde even more confident, "And then he… something happened to him. Maybe he died," he grabbed the male's arm, "That's why you… that is why you haven't killed me because I look like him."

'That's why you said I love you,' he didn't say.

Green eyes watched as silver eyes searched his face with his hands tightening around his arms.

"You're right," Wang Li removed his touch as he stood tall, looking at him from under his nose, "My first wife and I loved one another, but he left me," an admission so cold, "He died," sharp silver eyes gave him chills, "now you're here and you are my wife."

Ying Yue felt himself gulp down his excess saliva, unsure if it was from the fear or arousal for the man.

"I know… you still love him," the blonde looked down before facing him head on, "But I hope you love me too."

Wang Li found himself in surprise. His wife, Ying Yue, still did not know…

"I already do," he smiled and leaned down to capture red lips with his, "I love you, Ying Yue."

"I love you more Wang Li," the blonde breathed against his lips and laughed when he felt his back against the bed.

"Do you?" The Ghost King questioned pulling back to watch the pleased smile on those pretty lips.

Arms reached for him and he moved, pulled toward the blonde as lips attached to one another once more. Each time they kissed, Wang Li felt more at ease, as if life were brought back into him and yet he knew it would pull him further away. Legs wrapped around his hips, he pressed deeper as his hands unclipped his wife's clothing. Heaving chest revealed and his hands traveled down to grip at hips.

"Ah Li," the blonde looked at him with his face flushed and a loving smile on those lips, "I love you."

Grinding his hips, he watched his beautiful wife grabbed the sheets. Head turned away to reveal his smooth neck, Wang Li was reminded of the past, of their first time.

["I do not deserve you," he whispered watching the gasping from the man below him.

"Ah Li," the blonde panted out, "I should… be the one saying that."

"Ah Yue," he pushed harder to earn a sharp gasp, "my beautiful wife."

"Why… why must I," a grunted moan left those red lips, "Be the… the wife."

"Shouldn't… the wife be the most beautiful?" He questioned picking up his thrusts.

"Ah!" the blonde's thighs gripped his waist tighter, "Oh Ah Li… mmph… why isn't… it… you," his wife panted out with tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

"If I'm beautiful," he grinned, "Then you are heavenly."

Hips pushing and pulling as he pulsed inside Ying Yue's tight walls; he could feel how close the blonde was. He bent forward, pulling his legs forward as he kissed those panting mouth.

"Oh, Ah Li," the blonde whimpered gripping his hair, "Ah, faster!"

Wang Li did as his wife asked and thrust harder, faster, as he tucked his head against the blonde. He could feel himself reaching his limits, so he reached down between them for his lover's member. Fisting it in his, he pumped fast like his movements and heard Ying Yue cry out loudly. He quickly came afterwards, slowing his hips as he pumped into the beauty beneath him. Letting out a sigh, he pulled back kissing those red lips.

"I can never win with you," the blonde sighed smiling, as fingers wiped the strands from his face, "my husband."]

Kissing those lips again, his silver eyes closed and savored the moan against his mouth. Opening them again, he saw Ying Yue's face flushed and breathing hard with green eyes dilated with lust.

"We… we dirtied our pants," the blonde breathed out kissing his neck.

"The girls will clean them," he mentioned enjoying the light nips to his skin.

"No, no," Ying Yue pulled away to look at him, "How embarrassing. I don't want them to… see what we did."

He let out a laugh and kissed those lips again.

"Is it not too late?" He tilted his head as black hair shifted over his shoulder, "The door was not closed."

Green eyes widened and looked to the door. Redness took over his face as he pressed his burning face against hot chest.

"Wang Li," he whined, "Why did you not close the door?"

"Maybe I want everyone to hear you," he whispered deeply into his wife's ear.

"Ah Li!" Ying Yue playfully pounded his chest, "Have you no face?"

The king grinned and his green eyes widened. He had never seen such beauty like that smile before. How was his husband so perfect?

'Thank you Sheng Shui for giving him to me,' he smiled, 'For letting me love him, even if it is you that he loves.'