The Xuan Elders

In the softly illuminated bedroom, the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the faces of Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, adding a touch of intimacy to the atmosphere. 

As Xuan Jian leaned in to press his lips against Xuan Yang's, the kiss began with a gentle tenderness, a silent reassurance. But as their passion ignited, the kiss deepened, a hunger simmering beneath the surface as they sought comfort in each other's embrace.

It was one thing to remain composed in front of Xu Feng, and another to truly troubleshoot now that he was asleep. They needed as much comfort as they could get.

When they finally pulled apart, Xuan Yang's lips curved into a small smile, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight with a newfound warmth. It was as if every unspoken promise conveyed through the kiss had reached his heart, offering a moment of reassurance from the weight of his concerns.