Chapter 37: I've never gotten it into bed.

When Li Yue'er couldn't kiss her mistress's lips, she often thought to herself, "My mistress speaks so harshly, she's so hypocritical. Is it because her mouth is bitter?"

Now that she had tasted it, Li Yue'er realized that the mistress's lips were even softer than the ones she had bitten last time, as smooth and tender as tofu, making her want to eat even more.

But she also knew the mistress's temper and habits, so the moment she closed her eyes and kissed her in a moment of passion, Li Yue'er subconsciously prepared to be pushed away by the mistress.

Thinking that every extra kiss would be a bonus for her, she tentatively probed her mistress's lips.

The result was even smoother than she had expected; she pried open the mistress's lips and touched the mistress's evasive tongue.

Li Yue'er's breath trembled with surprise, her nose brushing against her mistress's, their breaths mingling.

The more the mistress tried to avoid her, the more she chased after her, like two little fish in a pond, one trying to bite the other.

The little fish, which had initially been dodging, got angry when it saw that the other fish was really persistent and turned around to try to take the initiative to attack.

They had done more intimate things together nearly a hundred times, and had felt each other's deepest body temperature, but tonight, even with just a simple touch of lips and tongue, they stumbled and hesitated.

Li Yue'er was inexperienced and clumsy, kissing him based on her instinct to be intimate.

When their teeth touched each other's lips, Li Yue'er opened her eyes and looked up. The mistress was also quietly looking at her at eye level.

In the dimly lit, ambiguous bed curtains, neither of them spoke, yet both blushed in unison.

The mistress's first action was to raise her hand and cover her eyes with her palm, while placing her other hand on her back and pressing her into her arms.

Li Yue'er obediently relaxed her arms and nestled in her mistress's arms, letting her mistress tentatively kiss the corner of her mouth.

He tentatively touched her lips with his breath, which carried the scent of cold plum blossoms, and slowly kissed her lips, prying open her lips and teeth.

Li Yue'er was even more nervous than that night. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly in her mistress's palm. While carefully trying to meet and bite back at her mistress, she was also afraid that if this experience was not good, her mistress would refuse to do this again in the future.

In storybooks, the intertwining of lips and tongues and the mingling of breaths are the most intimate acts in the world. If that is an instinctive and impulsive affair, then this is the affection between two hearts.

There was no affection between them to begin with, and since the mistress was very clean, kissing never happened between them.

Although she took the initiative tonight, the mistress returned the kiss.

When Li Yue'er lay panting in her mistress's arms, her heart trembled and her eyes welled up with tears, but she rationally suppressed the thought.

Fortunately, my mind is completely blank right now, so I can't spare the thought to ponder the meaning behind the mistress's kiss, nor do I dare to think about it.

What she thinks of her mistress is her own business, and she doesn't need to ask what her mistress is thinking. For her, it's already very good that the two of them can get along like this.

Li Yue'er hugged her mistress, her hand tentatively exploring her waist. Before it could even slide down her waistline, her mistress's five fingers accurately grasped her wrist, squeezed it, and warned in a low voice, "Don't mess around."

Li Yue'er was already uncomfortable during her period, let alone tonight when her knees were so red. Qu Rong had no interest in having her serve her like that.

She patted Li Yue'er on the back, her voice soothing and coaxing, "A hug will make you feel better."

I don't know if I'm talking about myself or Li Yue'er.

Li Yue'er couldn't help but tilt her head up and kiss her mistress's chin, her nose lightly brushing against her neck.

Qu Rong, "..."

The more she can't do something, the more she torments people.

When the two separated after their heartbeats had calmed down, Li Yue'er felt the mistress beside her move. Turning her head, she saw the mistress lift a section of the bed curtain to let in some light, and then reach under the pillow to take out the book "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

Li Yue'er asked curiously, "Can't sleep, so you read a book?"

It's already this late.

The mistress ignored her completely, silently turning to a certain page, skillfully folding a corner over it, then closing the book and putting it under her pillow, and closing the bed curtains again.

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er was aroused by her actions, and if it weren't for the special occasion, she would have loved to have the mistress use the same "strategy" as last time to have her all night.

In just one afternoon, Li Yue'er's mood fluctuated greatly, and she was exhausted both mentally and physically. Now, lying next to her mistress, even though the bed smelled strangely of ointment, she still fell asleep quickly.

The matter of Li Juren is urgent and difficult to resolve in one night. To kill a Juren without making a sound, we must have a complete plan. Rather than staying up all night worrying and unable to sleep, we should rest and plan carefully during the day.

The main reason was that Li Yue'er was too exhausted. Putting aside her mental state, just the fact that she had been cleaning and tidying up at home all afternoon while having her period was enough to make her tired.

She had barely settled down on the warm pillow when she fell fast asleep.

Hearing Li Yue'er's breathing become shallow, long, and regular, Qu Rong opened her eyes and glanced at her.

Li Yue'er is a quiet and unassuming sleeper.

Lying flat on her lower abdomen, Qu Rong's fingertips twitched slightly. After hesitating for a while, she turned over without making a sound, slowly propped herself up with her elbows, and then slowly moved closer to Li Yue'er.

Unlike usual, when he placed his hand in Li Yue'er's arms and held it, Qu Rong lightly kissed Li Yue'er's lips as if a butterfly were flitting through the wind.

Li Yue'er was fast asleep and showed no reaction whatsoever.

Qu Rong held her breath and observed for a few moments before quietly relaxing. She used her fingers to brush the stray hairs from Li Yue'er's cheek onto the pillow, lowered her eyelashes to kiss her forehead, and then lay down to sleep contentedly.

After closing her eyes for a while, Qu Rong suddenly remembered the relationship between the two.

Why is she being so cautious?

Li Yue'er had been longing to have her kiss every day, and now that he had satisfied her, she would surely be very excited and happy. Why should he do such a sneaky thing?

She should have woken Li Yue'er up and waited for Li Yue'er to kiss her before reluctantly accepting it.

Qu Rong was annoyed by her earlier behavior, pursing her lips and frowning.

At the same time, he comforted himself, thinking that Li Yue'er had suffered and felt bad today. Considering how well she usually served him, he would let her get a good night's sleep and punish her when she recovered.

Thinking about it this way, Qu Rong not only relaxed her brows, but also opened her eyes to tuck the blanket around Li Yue'er.

Li Yue'er was completely unaware of the mistress's nighttime activities and slept soundly until dawn.

When she woke up, the mistress was gone, leaving only Marquis Tenghuang waiting for her outside the door.

Li Yue'er tidied herself up before pulling the rope and ringing the bell under the eaves, signaling the maids to bring in the washing utensils and hot water.

Hearing the noise, Teng Huang pushed open the door, and the maids filed in.

One maid placed the copper basin, another handed out toothbrushes, and at the same time, the maid in charge of cleaning the room came in to open the doors and windows for ventilation, hung up two layers of bed curtains, and took out the clothes that the mistress and she had changed out of the night before to wash.

As Li Yue'er rinsed her mouth with bamboo salt, she turned her head to look behind her and asked Teng Huang in a muffled voice, "Didn't the mistress have the bedding changed?"

The maids neatly arranged the quilts and pillows, without making any attempt to change the sheets and blankets.

Teng Huang followed Li Yue'er's gaze and looked at the bed in confusion. "Nothing there?"

She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Did you get it on top?"

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er already had a thick skin, but she still blushed completely after Teng Huang asked her a question.

What do you mean by "put it on top"?

She clearly sewed a cushion, which is why it didn't get on the bed.

No, she was menstruating. The mistress never had sex with her, so how could it have gotten into bed?

Li Yue'er felt that her thoughts had been misled by Teng Huang, and she glared at her gently with her watery eyes.

Fujiwara chuckled and stuck out his tongue before becoming serious. "They won't change the items on the mistress's bed unless she specifically instructs them to do so."

Li Yue'er knew this; last time her pillow was turned over, the maids found it strange but didn't dare to turn it back.

Li Yue'er held the water in her mouth and then spat it out, letting out a soft "oh".

The bedding smelled so strongly of ointment, yet the mistress didn't find it offensive enough to immediately have it changed after getting up in the morning?

Perhaps she was too busy to remember. After all, Fujiwara said that the mistress had a lot of things to do as the year draws to a close, and she would just grab a quick bite for breakfast before going to her study, unlike before when she could spend some time with her.

Li Yue'er didn't ask about it; it was Teng Huang who brought it up because he was afraid she would misunderstand.

Garcinia said, “The mistress certainly wants to have dinner with you, but she just can’t make time. It’s not that she’s trying to neglect you, so please don’t overthink it.”

Li Yue'er was enjoying her delicious steamed egg custard when she looked up in confusion, "Huh?"

She never even considered the word "neglected," because the mistress had put all the underwear she was going to wear that day into the still-warm bed where she had lain, so that she wouldn't feel cold when she woke up and put it on.

If the mistress intended to neglect her, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths for her.

Li Yue'er, mindful of her mistress's delicate ego, didn't mention this small detail to Teng Huang.

The sweet feeling hidden deep in her heart was known only to herself, and it brought a smile to her face.

Gambogi, "?"

Fujiwara came over, hands behind his back, humming lightly, "What are you thinking about, laughing so smugly?"

Li Yue'er instantly suppressed her smile and said with a serious expression, "I was thinking that today is Minor Snow again."

While eating in the outer room, you can look up and see the light snow falling in the courtyard, a scene of indescribable beauty.

Teng Huang didn't quite understand the unique feelings of scholars when they saw snow. In her opinion, the weather during the Minor Snow period was the most troublesome. Not only did it affect travel, but even when doing things in the courtyard, one had to hesitate about whether to use an umbrella or not.

"If it hadn't been snowing lightly, you would have been able to eat this dried meat last night," said Garcinia.

Teng Huang took out the oil paper package he was carrying on his back and handed it to Li Yue'er.

Li Yue'er looked up at her, then at the thing in her hand, "Meat jerky?"

Garcinia laughed, "I bought the cinnabar early this morning; the shop had just opened when she arrived. Look, it's freshly made and still warm."

As the layers of oil paper are unwrapped, the unique sweet and savory aroma of the dried meat immediately fills the air.

Li Yue'er suddenly felt that the steamed egg custard in her mouth was missing a bit of flavor.

Li Yue'er asked curiously, "Why did you buy this for me?"

Teng Huang glanced at her and said, “When I mentioned it yesterday, I could tell you wanted to eat it because you were listening attentively! It’s a pity we got back too late. I was afraid the shop would close early because of the snow, so I didn’t ask Dansha to buy it.”

Li Yue'er felt touched and guilty. She looked at Teng Huang with curiosity, but seeing her smiling happily, she didn't say anything.

She found it hard to imagine how Dansha, with her quiet and reserved face, could agree to have Fujiwara order her around like this.

Gambo urged, "Try it quickly."

Li Yue'er wiped her fingers clean, picked it up, took a bite, and her eyes instantly lit up. "Delicious!"

Sweet but not oily, fragrant but not dry, every bite has the feeling of pulling apart shredded meat, and because it's still warm, it's especially easy to chew.

Teng Huang said proudly, "Of course, I carefully selected many restaurants before deciding that this one is the best."

Li Yue'er looked up at her gratefully, "Thank you, and thank you Dansha too."

She listened attentively yesterday because she wanted to buy it for Garcinia Cambo, but things didn't go as planned. Today, Garcinia Cambo misunderstood that she liked it and bought it for her on her own.

Gambo said, “I’ll only listen to your verbal thanks. When you have money in the future, you must buy me an extra one.”

Li Yue'er answered without hesitation, "Of course!"

She held up two fingers as a promise, "I'll buy you two!"

Garcinia laughed, “That’s a bit much. Cinnabar doesn’t like snacks, and I can’t finish them all by myself.”

She especially likes fresh food and buys as much as she can eat.

Li Yue'er looked at Teng Huang with even more curiosity.

Oh~

Even though I don't like snacks, I still help run errands!

Gambogi: "...What are you laughing at now?"

Li Yue'er bit into the dried meat, "Because it's delicious."

Gambo said, "If you like it, have a few more bites. We'll go to the main hall early later."

Li Yue'er quickly chewed, then wiped her mouth and hands with a handkerchief. "Did Sister Su arrive early?"

Teng Huang shook his head, "It's not Sister Su, it's that the mistress invited a doctor from Bian Que Hall to come to our house yesterday, so we can't keep him waiting."

Li Yue'er paused, "Give it to me?"

No wonder the mistress usually doesn't go out, except for yesterday afternoon when she went out once. On her way back, I "stopped" at her door for a while.

"Your menstrual cramps are quite severe. Although the mistress doesn't say it, she's actually very worried, so she personally went to Bian Que Hall to invite Doctor Fu to come to your door."

She said, "If it were an ordinary doctor, it would be fine, but Doctor Fu is the manager of Bian Que Hall. With his qualifications, it would be difficult to invite him to come out of seclusion to take a pulse, let alone make a special trip to our door. It would be bad to treat him poorly."

When Teng Huang mentioned that his wife was able to get Dr. Fu to come to their house, his tone unconsciously revealed pride and self-satisfaction:

“Our mistress helped him before, which is why he gave her this face. Otherwise, if it were the old lady who invited him, Dr. Fu might not have even deigned to come in person.”

Helping the manager of Bianquetang must have been a great favor.

The mistress used this favor to help her with her menstrual cycle.

Li Yue'er clenched the handkerchief in her hand, hesitated for a moment, then got up and asked Teng Huang to bring her a piece of oiled paper. "When will the doctor arrive? I'll wrap up a small snack and send it to the mistress first."

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Mistress: What snacks?

Moon: [Yellow Heart]