It was morning.
Zhao Yi woke up to find Princess Xiaying curled up beside him, her hands and feet still bound. Remembering the acrobatics of the previous night, Zhao Yi was now certain that this was exactly what the Princess enjoyed.
"Princess," Zhao Yi said, pulling her into his arms and whispering in her ear, "the effects of the tiger-whip tonic from last night haven't worn off yet. Let's go again."
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