Chapter 21: We've already sat down.

Seeing that Li Yue'er had arrived at this hour, Teng Huang was somewhat surprised, but she didn't hide her expression and just looked at Li Yue'er with great curiosity.

Li Yue'er felt her face burning under her gaze. She comforted herself, knowing that Dan Sha and Teng Huang both knew about her affair with the mistress, so there was nothing for her to hide. This was her profession, and if she dared to do it, she had to dare to admit it.

But what Fujiwara asked was, "Do you miss your mistress?"

Li Yue'er, "...?"

Li Yue'er didn't react for a moment.

Teng Huang winked and made a "I knew it" expression. He raised his voice and teased, "A day apart feels like three autumns. That's how clingy newlyweds are. They miss each other even after just a few hours apart."

The master ran away, and if you think about it, the one who consummated her marriage with the mistress was none other than the master's concubine, Li Yue'er.

The bright red wedding quilt in the room was used by Li Yue'er and the mistress. The bright red wedding curtains and candles were something the master had never seen before. Before they were replaced with pink ones, Li Yue'er and the mistress used them all. How could they not be considered newlyweds?

Li Yue'er's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.

Good heavens, she wouldn't dare listen to Teng Huang even if he dared to say those words!

Has Gambo drunk fake alcohol? He's started talking nonsense.

Li Yue'er pretended to be deaf, staring at the door in front of her with an expression that said, "I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

The door was pulled open from the inside by Dansha. She saw Li Yue'er staring blankly and Teng Huang smiling broadly. Without thinking too much, she knew what Teng Huang had said to Li Yue'er again.

Dan Sha gave Teng Huang a slightly warning look, then curtsied to Li Yue'er, saying, "The mistress is drying her hair, Miss Yue'er, please feel free to enter the clean room."

After Li Yue'er entered the room, Dansha frowned and advised Teng Huang, "You should read less of those low-class novels."

Teng Huang was not happy to hear this. "What do you mean by 'lowbrow'? If there are people buying and selling in the market, then it is highbrow. How can you define a storybook based on your personal preferences?"

cinnabar,"……"

With his arms crossed, Teng Huang hummed, "Besides, I didn't say anything wrong. I just exaggerated the facts about their relationship and added some of my own imagination and expectations. Even if it's 90% false, isn't there still 10% true?"

cinnabar,"……"

Dansha was speechless and chose to remain silent and pretend not to hear; she would not argue with someone who was eloquent.

The two maids outside were talking, but the door blocked their view, so Li Yue'er couldn't hear a word they were saying.

The clean room was originally a side room next to the inner room. After it was opened up, it was used specifically for washing, bathing, and using the toilet at night.

At the entrance to the clean room stood a beautiful and exquisite screen. Li Yue'er had been in and out many times, but had never paid attention to what was painted on it. Today, she was also preoccupied with other matters, and still did not look up to admire it.

The house was already warm because of the underfloor heating, and the clean room was even warmer. In addition, the mistress had just finished bathing, and the room was filled with steam and white mist, and the damp smell mixed with the fragrance of cold plum blossoms wafted over.

The scent was so similar to that of the mistress that Li Yue'er felt her breath become hot just from smelling it.

The mistress was not in the bathtub, but was sitting in a round chair next to the soft couch, wearing a plain white nightgown. Behind the chair was an embedded charcoal brazier on the floor, covered with a lid to insulate against the flames, so that the heat would rise but not burn her or singe her hair.

The mistress sat in a round-backed chair, her back firmly pressed against the chair back, her long hair cascading down over the charcoal brazier behind the chair to dry it.

Perhaps bored while waiting, the mistress held a book she often read and flipped through it listlessly.

Hearing footsteps, Qu Rong looked up.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Li Yue'er, in a moment of nervousness, suddenly mimicked Su Rou's steps, gracefully and slowly walking towards the mistress.

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong slowly rolled up the book, rested her left elbow on the armrest of the chair, held the book in her hand, and looked at Li Yue'er as if she were a ghost. "You've already learned three-tenths of the teacher's essence before even starting formal classes. No wonder you've been to school. You learn things so quickly."

Li Yue'er's face burned with embarrassment after being stung by her words. She didn't know whether it was from shame or something else, and for a moment she couldn't walk. Under the mistress's gaze, she wished she could squat down and crawl into a crack in the ground.

Was she overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol from the garland enamel? Why did she suddenly start imitating Sister Su?

Qu Rong withdrew her gaze, tossed the book onto the soft couch, and said, "Come here."

Li Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had been frozen in place. She immediately ran over in small steps and called out softly, "Mistress."

Qu Rong, "Have classes already started today?"

Li Yue'er shook her head. She was busy with her work and didn't just stand there answering her mistress. Instead, she picked up a comb from the table on the other side of the soft couch and came back. "No, Sister Su said that class will start again tomorrow. Today, she only listed the course schedule."

As Li Yue'er spoke, she bent her knees and knelt down on the armchairs on either side of the mistress's hips, her buttocks lightly resting on the mistress's thighs.

Such an ambiguous and seductive pose.

The mistress looked up at her, but instead said, "You're sitting on my lap wearing your coat?"

She had just finished showering and changed into a dress for bed, but Li Yue'er was wearing the same pomegranate red dress she had worn all day, the one she had taken off before when she was forbidden from going to bed with her.

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er took a deep breath, pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and braced herself on the armrest of the chair to get down.

The mistress, however, raised her hand and gently placed it on her lower back, stopping her movement. With a cold frown, she reluctantly gave in, saying, "You've already sat down."

Li Yue'er, "..."

If it weren't for her sick younger sister, frail mother, and the three children suffering from the cold, she wouldn't want to serve her mistress in this position.

When Dansha and Tenghuang came in to serve, all she did was stand beside the mistress with a comb and comb her hair. It was only because she wanted to please the mistress that she rode on top of her in a half-seductive, half-flattering manner.

So clueless about romance!

Li Yue'er also fell silent.

Qu Rong remained silent for a while, then looked up at Li Yue'er's downcast and aggrieved face, and took the initiative to break the silence, "Dan Sha said Su Rou praised you."

She wasn't angry; she was just chatting casually.

Li Yue'er knew when to stop, nodded gently, put her arms around her mistress's shoulders, and gently combed her hair with a comb. "Sister Su said it's good that I can read and write, and I should be able to learn quickly."

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong placed her hand on Li Yue'er's waist, raised an eyebrow, and smiled silently.

She even threw a tantrum.

Li Yue'er knelt in her arms, and Qu Rong could see the tightly pressed and covered collar of her clothes, revealing soft and full breasts that were flattened by several layers of cloth.

It must be uncomfortable to be wrapped up like that, but Li Yue'er spent the whole day wrapped up in this dress.

Qu Rong raised her hand, untied Li Yue'er's belt and collar, and untied the cloth binding her through her inner garment.

Li Yue'er frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembling as if afraid of pain.

After being wrapped up tightly, I was able to breathe much more easily when I loosened the wrap, but I still felt a dull ache in my rib area.

She thought the mistress had unwrapped the cloth to make it easier for her to touch the body. After all, when she knelt down in that position, she subconsciously wanted to please the mistress. Now that the mistress had unwrapped the cloth, it was "as she wished."

To everyone's surprise, the mistress simply unwrapped the cloth and threw it onto the soft couch, then raised her hand to close up her clothes and bent down to tie her belt.

Qu Rong scoffed at her, "It's just a piece of clothing, why should you lower yourself to fit into it?"

Li Yue'er was slightly taken aback, her nose tingling with emotion, and she said softly, "It's getting cold, and this is the only warm garment I have, which was a gift from you, Mistress..."

Qu Rong said, "I asked Teng Huang to speak with the steward's mother this morning to have a few sets of winter clothes made for you and Meng Xiaoxiao. They will be ready and delivered in a couple of days."

Li Yue'er's eyes suddenly lit up, she leaned back slightly, staring at the mistress with a burning gaze.

Qu Rong instinctively tilted her head back, her eyelids twitched, and she reacted quickly, reaching out to cover Li Yue'er's mouth. "Don't even think about it."

Don't even think about kissing her.

Li Yue'er, "..."

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Mistress: What should I do if she's too enthusiastic?

(Pretending to casually show off) (Looking very troubled) (Actually feeling incredibly happy)