Jin Zixuan smiled at the face full of Yanli's hair tickling his nose. After everything that had happened, he was just grateful she was in his arms. She was truly the center of his world. Everything else could go to hell as long as they had each other.

He ran his hands softly down her back and pulled her closer. The light fragrance of lotus blossoms clung to her. It had become the scent of home.

Carefully, he shifted her hair out of his face. Tucked against his chest, Yanli breathed steadily lost in sleep.

'How selfish would it be if I woke her?' Zixuan wondered. He would leave it to her. If she wanted him to stop, she would say so.

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Tenderly, he kissed her forehead then rolled her on to her back. He held her for a moment, watching, but she remained asleep. He smiled and ran his finger tips down her throat and across her shoulder. Slid them over her lavender silk nightgown. He cupped her breast and watched as her breathing became faster. Her mouth falling slightly open. Her nipple hardening against his palm.

He brushed his palm back and forth over it just to watch her eyebrows delicately furrow. His hand wandered further on to her torso. Stroking her soft stomach and sides.

Ever so carefully, he pulled her gown up. Exposing her to his questing fingers. When the hem was lying on her belly, he slowly pulled his body away from hers. Moving down the bed until he could see her pale thighs, the dark shadow of curls hiding his treasure.

He slipped a finger into the warmth between her lower lips. A slight shift of her hips. A relaxing of her thighs outward.

Zixuan wanted to taste her. To wake her with pleasure. He gently pulled her thigh to the side and licked over her pleasure point. Enough to enter her dream. Not enough to wake her. A quiet moan made him smile.

He licked again. Teasing with the tip of his tongue. Broad strokes of his tongue over her labia. Slowly, he increased the pressure and the speed of his touches. Using his hands to spread her wider. He flicked his tongue over her pearl, paused then attacked it with a flurry of licks concentrated on that one spot.

He heard the gasp and moan when she woke. Felt her slender fingers grabbing his hair. Her thighs spreading.

"A'Xuan..." She called his name with a voice full of longing.

He slipped two fingers into her and pressed up slightly. She cried out with pleasure. His tongue continued licking her, tasting her, bringing her to ecstasy.

She whimpered and suddenly arched her back. He felt the tightening on his fingers as she came. He continued touching and tasting, slipping his fingers in and out of her as she writhed, clutching his hair tightly.

A groan as she panted. "A'Xuan... I want you... fill me, my love..."

Zixuan was more than pleased to comply. He slid the head of his shaft into her wetness and waited. Drawing the moment out. Regaining his control.

"Please... A'Xuan!"

He thrust into her and growled low in his throat.

Now face-to-face, he looked down at his beautiful wife.

"I love you, A'Li. My heart." It was a whisper. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Savoring the feel of her against him. The feel of her surrounding his manhood. The pulses as she shifted to push further down. To have all of him buried in her.

"I love you." She pulled his head toward her and devoured him in a kiss. Everything that had happened disappeared. In this moment, there was only the two of them.

Smoothly, he began to thrust as she lifted up to meet him. There was only the sound of flesh meeting flesh. An occasional deep groan or sweet moan of pleasure.

One thing she adored about her husband was he would hold off. Go slow enough to ignite her, stroking the flames until she erupted in pleasure with him buried in her, pounding her, filling her.

She dug her nails into his back as she neared her orgasm. He recognized the signs and shifting his weight to one arm he slipped his hand between them and stroked her faster and faster.

"A'Xuan!" It was almost a sob as she threw her head back on the pillow. "Yes! More! More!"

He gasped as she came tightening on him and pulling him into his own orgasm. He thrust as deeply as he could, riding the waves and watching his wife in her moment of pleasure. There was no one more exquisite than her and in abandon at the height of her pleasure? He could only thank the gods she loved him as much as he loved her.

He found himself stroking her cheek. A warm kiss. Pushing her tousled hair back. He loved the soft half smile she often wore after they made love.

Still encased within her, he held her close. Kissing her forehead, eyes, cheeks. The tip of her nose.

"Good morning, my heart." he whispered.

"Good morning, my love." she whispered back still smiling.

Now flaccid, he slipped from her body as she made a small sound of disappointment. He laughed lightly.

"If you want more, you'll have to wait a bit." he grinned as he laid beside her and gathered her into his arms.

She sighed in contentment. Her head lying on his chest. "When all this has slowed down, I want us to take a vacation. I want us to consider having a child."

He tilted her head up so he could see her eyes. "Do you think we're ready?"

"I do. I want your child. Our child." she said softly.

"Good. So do I." he smiled back. "We'll to go to the doctor and stop taking birth control."

She nodded smiling. "Then we'll have to make love frequently."

She began to rub her hips against him.

"Passionately."

She began to kiss, lick, nibble his chest. His moan could be felt beneath her lips.

"Lovingly."

She reached up to pull him into a kiss. Her tongue licked across his bottom lip before she sucked lightly on it.

Pulling back slightly, Yanli smiled.

"Have I ever told you how much I love mornings?" Zixuan said with a lascivious grin before engulfing his wife with kisses.

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Jiang Cheng woke to the door closing. Loudly. He grunted and began sitting up only to hiss in pain as he tried to push himself upright with his hands. He shifted taking the pressure off his knuckles and the pain eased. Blue bruises leaked out from under the edges of his neat white bandages. Damn.

He felt around until he found his phone. It was pushed under the pillow and had been turned off. A frown. His phone was never off.

"Yes, I turned your phone off." Yu Qing said.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng was annoyed and clearly so.

"You threatened to shoot me if I didn't let you sleep. I was insuring my own safety." She sounded rather smug and her lips twitched as if she hid a smile.

"I wouldn't have really done it." he grumbled. He looked around. It suddenly occurred to him he wasn't in the ER.

"How did I get here?" he asked rather confused.

"You fell asleep while I was bandaging your hands. I pushed your big heavy self up here." Now she was flat out smiling.

"You didn't need to do that. You could have hurt yourself."

Wei Ying's eyebrows went up when he heard that. 'Wait. Was Ge-ge worried about the doctor? As in liked-her-worried-about-her worried?"

That made him grin.

"I am quite sturdy but thank you for your concern." she smiled. "Now for the bad news. You are taking the day off."

"What! No." It was a flat refusal.

"Your knuckles are cut up from the fight last night and typing will only reopen the wounds. Not a wise idea. Add you are still exhausted. You need to take a day." she told him.

He frowned deeper. "I have to go. I'm already late." He chewed his lip. "I will avoid typing if possible and leave early." He looked at her. "Acceptable?"

"Only if you let me check your hands and face before you leave and when you come back. Plus, you have to go home and sleep tonight. Acceptable?"

"Acceptable."

Wei Ying's mouth almost fell open. His Ge-ge was negotiating? This was unheard of. He couldn't wait to tell ShiJie!
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Nie Huaisang was driving like a wild man while talking to his office.

"The kids are okay. The girls had all come to the shelter for help but the boy said the last thing he remembers was five days ago when his home was attacked. His parents were shot. While his father was dying, he said the guy that shot him leaned over him and said, 'When you get to hell, tell'em Wen Chao sent you.' He identified the picture of Wen Chao, sir." Zizhen sound exhausted but he was still at the station finishing everything that always had to be done after an undercover op.

Huaisang's blood ran cold. He knew those words intimately. Unconsciously, he rubbed the left side of his chest.

"Boss? The kid said he punched Wen Chao and then everything went black. At the shelter, he had the five girls behind him even though he looked ready to pass out or puke. He's got guts. His name is Wen Sizhui."

"Any connection between him and Wen Chao?"

"Not that he's aware of, sir."

"How old is he?" Nie Huaisang asked.

"Seventeen."

"Damn. They can take him into foster care... Stall. Whatever you can do. Hide him if you have to but don't let them have him. I have to fill in for Nie Mingjue then I'll be back to the station. Got it?"

"Got it, Boss." Zizhen affirmed.

"Thanks. I'll be there as soon as possible. Let me talk to Charlie."

Huaisang could hear some fumbling and then Charlie's voice came through clearly.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. My weapon has been turned in and I've given my statement. Now I'm on desk duty until the investigation is done though they assure me it shouldn't take long. They fired first. Simple case of returned fire."

"I'll keep an eye on it. I don't think there will be any issues. Has there been any follow up at the other shelters?"

"All of them are in the process of being raided. It's crazy around here. I finally closed the office doors. We've got enough on our plate."

Nie Huaisang laughed. "Help if you can but get the ones you nabbed last night processed and questioned first. I told Ouyang Zizhen to keep Wen Sizhui until I can get there. Whatever it takes, don't let child services take him. Has he had medical care?"

"The medics think he's okay but we don't know what they gave him for him to lose five days either."

"He's a witness to two murders and child services isn't equipped to deal with that. I gotta have time to get him some protection."

"Not a problem. It's amazing how often teens wander off." Charlie answered matter of factly.

The Inspector laughed again. "It is!"

"If you run into any problems, call. Otherwise, I'll let you know when I'm headed to the station."

"Okay. Be careful out there, sir."

"Will do."

Nie Huaisang took a long swallow of his caramel latte.

'Whoever invented drive throughs shouldn't have to pay taxes for life.' he sighed in contentment, shunting his worries aside for a moment.

He mulled over the pieces of information he had and knew he was missing whole chunks of this picture. Who were Wen Sizhui's parents that Wen Chao would take the risk of an open confrontation? Wen Chao had no problem using violence but an attack? He was underhanded. The knife between the ribs instead of a stand up fight.

Another swallow of the smooth warm sweetness.

He needed to find out who this boy was. What was his family into? Did the kid even know?

His mind full of questions, he pulled into a dilapidated park. Broken playground equipment. Weeds pushing through cracks in the concrete. Trash scattered and skittering with the wind. Graffiti written and over written on the walls of a small cinder block building.

It looked like a place zombies would suddenly appear to chase their victim in heart-pounding fright before devouring them.

He shivered.

This wasn't a happy place.
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