The Perfect Blushing Bride

"My apologies," his lover voiced still sleep heavy, "Let me atone for the pain I caused."

"No," he shook the hand away with a flush, "It is okay."

Ying Yue saw the king sat up and watched him slyly with a smirk. The cover fell off his chest to reveal the lean muscles.

"Come, Ah Yue," Wang Li said as he stood up, "Let us bathe."

"Mm, maybe we should bathe separately."

"Hm?" The Ghost King placed a knee on the bed and leaned toward him letting his lips pause before the blonde's, "Are you afraid I would take advantage of you, my love?"

"No," Ying Yue shook his head and breathed out a smile, "I am afraid I won't stop looking at you."

His silver eyes widened, and a soft laugh escaped the Ghost King's lips. He kissed the blonde and pulled away with a shake of his head.

"I will see you soon, Ah Yue."