"A myriad of flowers swaying, butterflies fluttering. Sparse shadows cast obliquely, a hidden fragrance drifts."
Xiulote stepped out from the solemn King’s Great Hall, entering the palace’s rear, into the vast and secluded Rose Garden. His mood instantly lightened, like a ship that had sailed through a storm and arrived at a tranquil and beautiful harbor.
In the early summer, the roses were in full bloom, unfolding like a brilliant carpet of red and white. Xiulote strolled through the fragrant trees and blooming roses of the garden, with a delicate floral scent lingering at his nose. Hummingbirds and butterflies, attracted by the fragrance, danced among the flowery trees, like elves that had descended to the mortal realm.
A clear and cheerful call of a hawk drew the King’s attention. He immediately quickened his pace with the agility of a seasoned Samurai. Dashing through the flowers, leaping over the grass, weaving through the thriving cypresses, he soon saw a cloud-like girl approaching.
The girl was dressed in white, her long hair reaching her waist, her face naturally radiant without a hint of makeup. She was breathtakingly beautiful, ethereal and otherworldly, with a pair of pure and bright eyes that contained a moving sparkle, like tranquil autumn waters. At the sight of the young man suddenly appearing, she widened her lovely eyes in surprise. Soon, a gentle smile curved her lips, and she quietly clasped her hands behind her back, standing tall with her blossoming chest, like a lotus rising from water or a delicate cloud swaying in the evening breeze.
Xiulote stood rooted to the spot, gazing spellbound at Alisa. His eyes lingered on the girl’s tender yet bright face. He couldn’t help but let his gaze drift downward, over her snow-white, slender neck, glancing at the modest mounds, meandering to the graceful curve of her waist, and caressing her statuesque legs. Finally, his eyes rested on the girl’s delicate wooden shoes, admiring the crystalline purity, unable to suppress his inward praise.
"Gliding on water with graceful steps, leaving dust on the lustrous silk stockings...as if she were a light cloud veiling the moon, gently fluttering like the returning snow on a breeze..."
Alisa blinked. She looked at the young man who stood dazedly, initially a bit shy and then "pfft" chuckled. Then, with light and sprightly steps, she ran towards Xiulote like a blooming flower with arms outstretched. While running with a merry step, she sweetly called out.
"Xiulote, you naughty brother!"
Xiulote could no longer restrain himself. He sprinted with large strides, as fierce as a lion or tiger, reaching Alisa in two steps and tightly embracing the running girl. He had crossed mountains and rivers to come here, just for this moment, to hold his beloved in his arms!
The girl stopped her steps, feeling the broad and solid chest of Xiulote, and instantly found support. She buried her head in her lover’s embrace, rubbing against him like a fawn. After a while, she lifted her head with reddened eyes, looking up at Xiulote’s brave face.
"Four years, you scoundrel!...You, finally came!"
"Four years. Alisa, I finally came!"
Xiulote gazed at the beautiful girl, his heart overflowing with irrepressible excitement. Deep love surged within his chest, like a tide flooding the King’s heart. He tightened his arms, feeling the cloud-like softness in his embrace, and said with a tender smile.
"My sprite, I am here. Here to take you home!"
Alisa tilted her head back, her eyes red, her cheeks flushed. Then, she closed her eyes and pursed her reddened lips.
Xiulote held his breath, lowering his head deeply, without hesitation, and kissed the girl’s lips. Her lips were warm and soft, tasteless except for a purity like that of a lotus flower. Xiulote greedily sucked at them, as if he were a hummingbird drinking nectar, desperately seeking to delve deeper.
Alisa let out a soft cry, muffled and unclear. As Xiulote persisted in his effort, he finally pried open the girl’s pearly teeth. Soon, a softer sensation intertwined at the tip of his tongue, tangling like swimming fish, overwhelming his senses.
As emotions peaked, even time seemed to race. After a long while, they ended their prolonged kiss, panting and parting. Alisa’s face was flushed, her eyes dewy. She looked at Xiulote tenderly and chided.
"Naughty brother!..."
A warm current rose up his spine, and Xiulote trembled with excitement. The girl’s flowing hair tickled his cheeks and nose, causing a mild itch in his heart. He couldn’t help but reach out and explore the girl’s delicate body.
Alisa blushed. She lowered her head, trying to escape Xiulote’s embrace, only to be firmly wrapped in his strong arms, unable to look away. She bit her lip and pressed against her lover’s hand. Then, she lifted her head and blinked her eyes.
"Hmph! Xiulote, no mischief allowed."
Xiulote turned his face as if he hadn’t heard. Then, he lowered his head to kiss the girl’s ear.
Alisa’s face grew even redder. She endured the tingling sensation in her ear, extended her hand, and gave Xiulote’s waist a hard twist.
Xiulote let out a low grunt of pain. He swiftly reached out with one hand, capturing the girl’s tender wrist, their fingers tightly interlocked. Then, he shifted his ’battleground,’ kissing down the girl’s neck.
"Mmm, mmm... Xiulote..."
Confronted with a lover as formidable as a lion or tiger, the girl was somewhat overwhelmed. As the blush on her cheeks spread to her snow-white neck, she looked even more alluring, like an apple ripe for the picking.
"Naughty... naughty brother, stop licking... mmm... mmm..."
With protest ineffective, resistance was necessary. Alisa, irritated, clenched her teeth and gritted them. Then, she suddenly turned her head, biting into Xiulote’s shoulder like a kitten.