He turned Wei Lingyue—gently, the physician's handling, the same hands that had disassembled formation traps—onto her front, the silk robe gathered to her waist.
Wei Lingyue's face pressed against the cave floor and then turned sideways to breathe and she looked at Chen Yun beside her and their eyes met in the specific way of two women who have arrived at the same unexpected location from different directions.
"He's going to—" Wei Lingyue started.
"I know," Chen Yun said.
"Is it—"
"I don't know," Chen Yun said. "I haven't—"
"Neither have I."
His hand came to the base of Wei Lingyue's spine. Moved lower.
"—Wait—" the princess said.
"I said wait," she said.
"You waited," he said.
"I need—how much of you is—"
