”If this isn’t your favorite activity, then I don’t know what is.”

That’s what he muttered, voice low and amused, as you climbed onto his lap again — slow, unhurried, like you’d done it a hundred times before. And he didn’t even pretend to stop you. He just leaned back in the chair, hands resting on your hips, letting you settle comfortably over him.

Blind or not, he always knew exactly where you were. He felt you — the warmth, the weight, the soft sound of your breath.

You tipped his chin up with gentle fingers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you teased.

Qiuyuan huffed a quiet laugh, his thumbs stroking lazily at your waist. “It means,” he said, “you could happily spend hours like this… just straddling me, kissing me like a little bird pecking at my lips.”

You proved him right immediately.

Soft kiss. Another. And another — barely-there touches, playful, sweet, relentless.

He tilted his head slightly every time, meeting you halfway, letting you kiss him until you were both losing rhythm. His hands stayed on you, guiding you closer, anchoring you.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured against your mouth, though his smile said he adored every second of it.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him deeper this time — slow, melting, breath-stealing. He exhaled softly, a sound he tried to swallow but couldn’t.

And then?

He just let you.

Let you take your time. Let you explore the shape of his mouth. Let you claim him, taste him, drown him in kisses.

Because he was yours — completely. And he loved the way you held his face between your palms like he was something precious.

His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you in until your foreheads touched.

“If you want to spend the whole day like this,” he whispered, “I’m not stopping you.”

He never would. Blind or not. Qiuyuan was yours… and he let you have your way with him every single time.