Chapter 14014: The beauty mark at the corner of her eye exuded an unusual charm.

Li Yue'er used all her skills to serve her mistress even more pleasingly than the first time, which prevented the mistress from immediately throwing her off the bed.

She guessed that the mistress was also "suffering in silence," since she couldn't use the excuse of "she ate my food" to kick her out, so she silently gave her a way to show goodwill.

Li Yue'er had already vented all the anger she had suffered outside, and now she was behaving herself, doing gentle foreplay and not saying any more lewd things.

The mistress clearly didn't want to talk about feelings with her. Li Yue'er calmed down and realized that compared to the fleeting, illusory excitement, tangible financial benefits were the real and reliable things that could be seen with the naked eye.

Li Yue'er lay on her side, half of her body resting on her mistress, her arms wrapped around her shoulders from the front, in a snuggling posture. "I was wrong today."

Whether it was her smugness stemming from her own delusions of love, or her earlier outburst of anger leading her to bite her mistress, it was all her fault as a servant.

Qu Rong looked at her with a blank expression.

Li Yue'er steeled herself, slightly bent her knees, separated her knees from her mistress's knees, and gently rubbed them upwards, saying in a low voice, "Please spare me, considering how well I have served you."

Qu Rong, "..."

Li Yue'er kissed her mistress's neck lightly, inch by inch, "This servant couldn't help herself and that's why I kissed your lips."

Qu Rong didn't believe it at all.

Li Yue'er was clearly doing it on purpose. The reason she was being obedient and compliant now was not because she knew she was wrong, but because she was afraid.

While Qu Rong kept a cold face, Li Yue'er had already softened like water, whimpering and sliding into her arms.

The heat surged up, melting away layer after layer of coldness from Qu Rong's face.

When Li Yue'er reached the bottom of the kiss, Qu Rong pursed her thin lips and lost much of her temper.

The oil lamp outside had been burning for who knows how long. When Li Yue'er went downstairs to rinse her mouth and came back, Qu Rong lifted the bed curtains and found that more than half an hour had passed.

No wonder Li Yue'er's eyes were filled with tears, and she gently rubbed her nose against her thigh, pleading, "I'm full."

"I'm full," Li Yue'er stood by the table with her back to the mistress and drank most of a glass of water.

It takes not only physical effort but also a lot of talking to appease the mistress of the house.

Noticing the gaze behind her, Li Yue'er turned halfway around, twisting her waist to face back, and asked softly, "Would you like some water, Mistress?"

Seeing that the mistress remained silent, Li Yue'er took a new cup from the saucer on the table, poured in warm water, and brought it to the mistress.

The mistress sat on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling down. She wore a light blue strapless top and a plain white nightgown that covered her waist and below. Her long, black hair was draped over her back, with only a few strands clinging to her neck, which was slightly sweaty.

The dim, yellow light of the oil lamp shone on the mistress's face, casting a soft glow on her indifferent expression. So much so that when she raised her eyes and lifted her eyelashes to look up, even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye exuded an unusual charm.

Li Yue'er, lacking any self-respect, glanced at it a couple more times, then knelt down and handed the water cup upwards.

Such a beautiful mistress, when she doesn't speak, she's actually willing to coax her a little longer.

Holding the water glass in the mistress's hand, Li Yue'er remained kneeling on one knee, lowering her head to gently kiss the mistress's knee through the fabric of her dress.

Qu Rong looked down at her.

Li Yue'er was only wearing a pink undershirt, and when she leaned forward, her voluptuous figure was fully exposed.

She hooked up with him again right after we ended things.

Qu Rong took a sip of water, but it didn't quench her thirst. She took another sip, then casually placed the glass on the low stool beside the bed and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?"

She serves you so diligently, she must want something in return.

Li Yue'er, "..."

In this atmosphere, her saying such things was somewhat of a downer.

When Li Yue'er lowered her head to kiss her knee, she just felt that the atmosphere was just right and the mistress looked very beautiful sitting under the lamp. She didn't really think much about it.

But since the mistress has already asked, if she says she doesn't ask for anything, and just wants a couple of kisses, the mistress will probably start mocking her again.

Li Yue'er gently held her mistress's calf with her fingers and kissed the inside of her knee again and again, "You found out."

Qu Rong chuckled.

Even without looking up, Li Yue'er could sense the smugness in the mistress's nasal tone and eyes.

Begging her won't work, and not begging her won't work either; she's so difficult to please...

Just as Li Yue'er was about to secretly bite her knee to vent her anger, a familiar hand above her head lifted her chin.

Li Yue'er's eyelids twitched and she was forced to raise her face, thinking that her thoughts had been seen through by the mistress. But the other woman didn't even look at her and her hand slipped into her arms.

Li Yue'er remained silent, instinctively sensing that her mistress was in a good mood.

Just like last night, as long as she placed her hand on his grandfather's wife, he could ask her for some slightly difficult requests.

The mistress said, "Speak, what do you want?"

She wants lots and lots of money.

Li Yue'er had studied for a few years, but she hadn't mastered many classics, histories, philosophical works, and literary collections. However, she had completely learned the subtlety, tact, hypocrisy, and politeness of literati.

She subconsciously said, "It is my blessing to serve the mistress; I dare not ask for more."

She had barely finished speaking when the mistress tried to pull her hand away from her breast.

Li Yue'er's breath hitched, and she reacted quickly, pressing down on the back of the mistress's hand, making her palm firmly pressed against her heartbeat!

At the same time, she dared not be frivolous and sincerely said, "...This servant wants to move out of the small courtyard where I am currently living."

She lived with Xu Xinmei, and whenever she didn't come home at night or stayed away from the courtyard for a long time, Xu Xinmei would always ask her about it.

Even the most patient Li Yue'er would eventually run out of patience, but if she ignored Xu Xinmei, Xu Xinmei would keep her and Meng Xiaoxiao from having a peaceful time.

Li Yue'er didn't know how long she could stay in the mistress's room, nor did she know if she could sleep on this bed tonight or climb back onto it tomorrow night.

She wanted to take advantage of the fact that her mistress still had a good impression of her and was willing to let her make requests, so as to gain as much benefit for herself as possible.

For example, moving to Songlan Hall would allow them to live under the mistress's nose and be closer to her.

Noticing that her mistress was lost in thought with her eyes lowered, and that her fingers were unconsciously cupping her full breasts, Li Yue'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand as well.

Qu Rong said, "We don't keep idle people in our courtyard."

She doesn't keep outsiders in her courtyard.

Regardless of who is in charge of the Qu family, there are no spies planted by others in her Songlan Hall.

Qu Rong lowered her eyes to look at Li Yue'er.

Li Yue'er's small face showed distress and disappointment. Her chin rested on her knee, and her long, thick eyelashes lifted as she looked up at her. The light at the foot of the bed was reflected in her watery eyes.

Her unconsciously ingratiating attitude pleased Qu Rong.

She smiled and softened her tone, saying, "It's not impossible."

Li Yue'er's eyes suddenly lit up.

As soon as the mistress spoke, Li Yue'er noticed that her skin felt slightly cool.

The light pink fabric, now faded from washing, was pulled down by the mistress, finally bringing a slight chill.

Then came the warmth of the mistress's palm covering him.

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er remained silent, especially since the mistress spoke coldly while touching it. If it weren't for her touching it, Li Yue'er would have really thought she wasn't interested in it.

Qu Rong had other plans regarding Li Yue'er moving to the new courtyard, but she didn't need to explain to Li Yue'er. She simply said, "You can move to Songlan Hall in five days at most."

Five days?

Why not three days or half a month, why does it have to be five days?

Li Yue'er looked at her mistress with pleading eyes and asked ingratiatingly, "Can I bring Meng Xiaoxiao along?"

Li Yue'er was afraid that Xu Xinmei would bully Meng Xiaoxiao if she left her there alone.

The mistress didn't speak, but she held the heavy, soft hand tightly without pulling it away, and just looked at her quietly.

Li Yue'er glanced up at her expression and understood.

Bring Meng Xiaoxiao over; she'll be serving you separately tonight.

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Mistress: We need to add water.

Moon: ...