She gently turned the button, and the wall next to the bed suddenly spun around, transporting her to the next room, where the person sleeping was brought in.

Stepping onto the next bed, Chu Youzhao stared at the wall, muttering to herself, "Brother-in-law, please help me..."

Perhaps it was the sound of the wall rotating that made Murong Qinghe let out a soft hum, but it wasn't enough to wake him up.

She must have been having a dream, because her cheeks were flushed and she looked exceptionally beautiful, and her body was twisting and turning.

Then, she rolled over and bumped into the man next to her. The masculine aura emanating from him had a life-force attraction.

In a daze, she leaned towards the other person, as if only in this way could she slightly alleviate the discomfort in her body.

Zuan, who had been asleep from being drunk, also sensed the commotion, but his spiritual senses did not detect any danger or malice, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

As he drifted off to sleep, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, felt a small hand groping his body, and found himself in the arms of a delicate body.

"Is it Linglong or Liu Ning...?" He had drunk far too much tonight and was fast asleep, his brain reacting a beat slower than usual.

It shouldn't be Liu Ning; she's more voluptuous.

It's not Sister Yun either; Sister Yun has very long hair.

Is it Linglong or Yunyuqing...?

They had similar figures, yet also different ones. The woman in his arms seemed to be a little more slender, with delicate, elastic, and vibrant skin—the very essence of youth.

I can't tell them apart, I really can't.

Zuan opened his eyes groggily. The darkness in the room did not affect his vision, but the woman's head was buried in his chest, so he could not see her face at all.

"Hmm, he looks familiar. Who is he?"

Zuan was somewhat bewildered. At that moment, the girl seemed like a newborn kitten, tentatively sucking on the goat milk in front of her.

"Hiss!" Zu An gasped. This woman is really something.

He was already half asleep, and seeing that there was no danger at the moment, he didn't bother to wake up.

Since we can't tell the difference, we can't tell the difference. Anyway, with Zhang Zitong guarding the place, she won't let any strange woman in.

He didn't know which girl next to him was joking with him. Since she could bury her head and not want him to see her, why would he spoil the mood by revealing her identity?

He instinctively pulled the girl into his arms, and she let out a soft moan, seemingly aware of his aggressive actions, and suddenly became extremely shy.

"Wow, this girl has really long legs. Could it be that Zhang Zitong stole from her own office?"

"Forget it, that girl is indeed quite likable. If we refuse her now, it will only make her feel awkward."

With his vast experience, the little girl in his arms could hardly withstand his methods. Soon, her body trembled and her breathing became erratic, as if her soul had been completely ignited.

...

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a maid hesitated and said, "Madam, when starting a fire, you can't put the largest piece of wood in all at once. You have to use some other means to get the fire in the stove burning first before you can put in the firewood."

Qin Wanru, who had been somewhat absent-minded, snapped out of her daze upon hearing this: "Huh? How do I do it?"

"Madam, perhaps I should do these chores?" The maid was also somewhat puzzled as to why the madam insisted on coming to the kitchen to cook herself on the young master's wedding night.

"No, I want to cook a 'Many Children, Many Blessings' porridge for Qinghe and Youzhao myself. Teach me how." Qin Wanru was also a little embarrassed. She had been so preoccupied with the wedding night that she had extinguished the fire in the stove.

"Madam needs to add some kindling and fire starter first," the maid said, squatting down beside her and pointing to some dry grass.

"Oh." Qin Wanru used two slender fire tongs to try and grab the firewood from the pile, but unfortunately, she failed several times in her first attempt and could only pick up large pieces of firewood.

"Why are the legs of these fire tongs so much longer than regular fire tongs? They're not very useful at all." Qin Wanru's face flushed, and she began to shift the blame.

"This was brought by the maids of the Murong family. They are used to this kind of product, saying it's beautiful and indeed very useful." Knowing her temperament, the maid didn't dare to laugh out loud. She held her hand and guided her to place some dry grass into the stove little by little.

Qin Wanru was somewhat excited, but quickly hesitated again: "The fire in the stove has gone out. Where is the flint? I'll relight it."

“No need, madam,” the maid said, leading her by the hand and holding the fire tongs to reach into the stove and hollow out the space under the dry grass. “We need to move these things around a bit first, so that there is enough space and air, so that they will be easier to ignite.”

"So that's how it is," Qin Wanru glanced at it and saw that the dry grass was gradually starting to spark. "It's burning, it's burning."

"Now add some thin twigs. The nascent flame is still very weak. We can't put in the thick firewood all at once, or it will go out immediately," the maid instructed from the side.

Seeing this, Qin Wanru quickly grabbed some branches and gently stuffed them in.

She gasped, pulling her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted.

A few drops of blood were seen seeping from the thorns on her fair fingers.

The maidservant was shocked to see this: "Madam, I'll go get your medicine box and bandage your wound."

"No need for such trouble. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. I'm not that delicate." Qin Wanru put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it, quickly stopping the bleeding.

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