Chapter 67: Beneath the serious surface lies an unserious nature.

Li Yue'er, panting, was grabbed by the wrist by the mistress and pinned against the closed door.

She raised two fingers and swore, "Next time, next time I will definitely not say these things to Fujiwara."

Teng Huang was too audacious, provoking the mistress repeatedly in front of her. Knowing the mistress's temper, she still did this. If Li Yue'er hadn't known Teng Huang's personality so well, knowing that she was playful but knew her limits, she would have suspected that Teng Huang was trying to "harm" her on purpose.

...or perhaps it was to deliberately anger the mistress of the house.

Qu Rong replied, "I will punish her myself."

Upon hearing what her mistress said, Li Yue'er's eyelids twitched, her heart softened, and she looked at her mistress with pleading eyes.

She herself was pressed against the door, yet she still tried to whisper in Teng Huang's ear, "She was just talking to us, she didn't go around telling everyone, it's nothing serious, you're a magnanimous person, don't hold it against her, let her off the hook."

It's best not to be too hard on yourself and give yourself a break.

The mistress clearly didn't want to switch careers to horse herding.

She pressed her wrist against the door with one hand, raised her chin with the other, and gave a light scoff, saying sarcastically, "You're so good at spoiling and indulging her, no wonder she's your closest friend."

Li Yue'er took a moment to process what her mistress meant.

It turns out that the mistress still remembered when Gamboge leaned on her.

Li Yue'er's eyes curved into crescents as she placed her fingers on her mistress's shoulder, which then swayed like vines across her body. Her fingertips lightly touched her mistress's chest. "What are you thinking about?"

She slid her palm down to the mistress's waist, grabbed the mistress's clothes at the waist, and pressed herself against the mistress's chest, "Teng Huang and I are half-sisters."

Just like her and Meng Xiaoxiao, they are sisters who are not related by blood.

Teng Huang dared to borrow money to redeem her from her servitude behind the mistress's back. Although this did not happen, Teng Huang had the intention, and Li Yue'er would remember this kindness.

Qu Rong lowered her eyes, watching Li Yue'er squeeze her full breasts into her arms. She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked up at her, and asked with an ambiguous expression, "Oh, so are we half-sisters now?"

Now the two of them are very close, and according to Li Yue'er, they are "sisters".

Li Yue'er had never dared to think in that direction before, but now that she realized her mistress's intentions, she felt a sour taste in the room when she heard these words.

For some reason, I felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

The mistress, with her cold and aloof nature, actually felt genuinely jealous of her because of her close relationship with Fujiwara.

Li Yue'er hid the smile from the corner of her mouth, twisted her wrist slightly, broke free from the mistress's fingers that were not even tightly gripping her, and slithered her arms like little snakes to wrap around the mistress's waist. She kissed the corner of the mistress's mouth with her lips, pried open her lips with her tongue, and whispered seductively, "Then I'm a bad sister."

He actually did this with his own "sister".

And yet they actively seduce me like this.

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong didn't think Li Yue'er had any of the qualities of an elder sister. When playing in the snow, she wasn't much more composed than Teng Huang and Meng Xiaoxiao.

The three of them rolled around in a ball like children.

Although she was unhappy, Qu Rong took the opportunity to hug Li Yue'er when she kissed her.

She couldn't figure out why she felt uneasy in her chest. Was it because Li Yue'er had told Teng Huang about their affair? Or was it because Li Yue'er and Teng Huang Meng Xiaoxiao had been getting too close lately, and she couldn't see Li Yue'er during the day?

Whatever the reason, it was ultimately Li Yue'er's fault.

The two teased each other briefly, arousing their passion. In the heat of the moment, Qu Rong pressed Li Yue'er tightly against the door, lowered his head to kiss her neck, and bit her shoulder in retaliation, leaving behind tiny red kiss marks.

Li Yue'er was quite obedient at this moment, letting her untie the belt around her waist and let her put her hands inside her cotton-padded jacket and inner garment to caress her warm waist skin.

Like a piece of warm, smooth mutton fat jade, it's so tender and smooth that you never feel tired of handling and playing with it in your palm.

Mutton fat jade is still jade, and no matter how smooth and oily it feels to the touch, it can't compare to real warm and fragrant soft jade.

The palms pushed upwards along the waistline, and the snow-white hem of the inner garment piled up at the curved sleeves, like a touch of white on a pine tree.

Against this backdrop of fresh and cool colors, the matriarch's fingertips were gently rubbing the red on the white snow.

Beneath the surface of seriousness lies something unserious.

Li Yue'er's cheeks were burning hot, her eyelashes trembled like butterflies fluttering their wings before taking flight, and she was evenly breathing.

She gently reminded the mistress in front of her, "Lunch is almost ready."

When they returned, it was already noon. Several chefs in the small kitchen prepared the meal quickly, and it probably wouldn't take more than a quarter of an hour before a maid came to ask the mistress if she wanted the meal served.

The soft, supple texture is perfectly complemented by the five fingers of the cup; a gentle squeeze reveals its remarkable elasticity.

Like a rabbit, it broke free from the pink restraints and bounced in her palm.

Qu Rong responded to Li Yue'er's words with a lazy nasal tone, "Mm."

Li Yue'er didn't understand the meaning behind that syllable. If the mistress wanted to continue, she would have to hurry and finish quickly. If the mistress didn't want to continue, but her methods were extremely ambiguous, showing no intention of leaving at all.

Li Yue'er's calves went weak, and she had no strength left in her body. She bent her legs and leaned against the door, letting her mistress gently massage and kiss her.

A few months ago, the person who disliked eating the most was now eager to use their mouth to measure her entire body, leaving a mark of their lips on every part, imbuing her with the unique scent of cold plum blossoms.

Just as Li Yue'er was about to slide to the ground, the mistress scooped her up in her arms.

Li Yue'er exclaimed and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, looking at her with her eyes on her light pink skirt, which swayed beautifully in the air.

The mistress's face was expressionless, but the alluring little beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to sway like a carp's tail, moving and dancing in the shadow cast by her eyelashes.

Li Yue'er felt that this mole was the finishing touch on the mistress's face, and she was always bewitched by it whenever she saw it.

She couldn't resist tilting her head up to kiss him.

The mistress's breath hitched. She looked down at her, her beauty mark hidden in her drooping eyelashes. She tightened her grip on her and gently placed her on the table in the outer room.

Li Yue'er was pushed forward by the mistress, her knees spread apart, and she sat on the table with her legs apart, her arms still draped over the mistress's shoulders.

Li Yue'er asked with a smile, "Didn't we say we don't do it outside?"

The two almost made love outside the bed more than once. She was not picky and didn't care much. She even let her mistress do it while she was wearing her coat on a chair.

But there was never any on the table or in the outer room.

Because of the door separating them, the maid could knock and come in at any time.

There was a thick curtain separating the inner and outer rooms, blocking the view and cold wind, and also blocking some of the sound. So the maids would knock on the door of the outer room first, and then come in and stand next to the thick curtain to listen to their master inside.

Li Yue'er felt that the mistress was the most shameless and wouldn't do this with her in broad daylight.

But she clearly underestimated the mistress.

The mistress pulled something out from somewhere, and before she could even see it clearly, she hid it in her palm.

Then she piled up her skirt.

The light pink layered on the blue-green base truly transformed into layers upon layers of pink peonies blooming on the blue-green branches.

Li Yue'er hooked her calves around the back of her mother's legs, her toes curling and gripping her shoes tightly, rubbing them together restlessly. "Okay, okay?"

She wrapped her arms tightly around the mistress's shoulders, her eyes flushed red.

The mistress seemed to frown and whispered to her, "It's too tight, I can't put it in."

Li Yue'er, "..."

Li Yue'er glared reproachfully at her mistress, then leaned back slightly in cooperation, using her palms to support her upper body. She was too shy to open her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling and drooping, and she gently bit her pink lips, turning her face away.

Her shoes were about to fall off, but she managed to keep them hanging on the instep by barely gripping them with her toes.

At this moment, she raised her leg and placed the bent knee on the mistress's elbow. As the mistress gently pushed and slowly inserted a ball-like object, she was so agitated that she lost all sense of proportion and could only support her upper body, losing all strength in her legs.

Almost the instant she entered, her light pink embroidered cotton shoes, matching the color of her dress, fell to the ground at the foot of the mistress, making a sound.

Li Yue'er held back for a long time before finally daring to let out a few soft hums.

The mistress looked up at her.

Li Yue'er bit her lip and closed her mouth again, looking aggrieved.

Qu Rong smiled.

If Li Yue'er wasn't willing, she naturally wouldn't continue. But her coy attitude clearly showed that she wanted to give it a try.

Qu Rong stretched out her arms.

Li Yue'er instantly wrapped her arms around her, pressed her cheek against her shoulder, and gently scratched her back with her fingers, her voice trembling as she spoke, "It tickles, it feels so good."

A tingling, itchy sensation rolled around inside my body as the small ball moved, impossible to grasp or scratch.

She clung tightly to her mistress, trying to alleviate her strange sensation.

Having read extensively, Li Yue'er could roughly guess what it was, so she didn't ask. She simply parted her lips, stepped back, and gazed leisurely at her mistress, "Daytime debauchery, shameless~"

This was finally a way of returning the words to the mistress.

The mistress released her, slowly wiping her wet, sticky fingertips and between her fingers, took half a step back, and opened her arms to show her. "Where are you shameless?"

Her dress was tightly pressed down, without the slightest looseness or wrinkles, her hair was neatly styled, and her complexion remained largely unchanged.

Looking at Li Yue'er on the table, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed heavily. The moist color of her lips showed that she had been ravaged quite a bit.

Her coat was open, her cotton-padded jacket was loose, and her bra had already slipped down to her lower abdomen. Her skirt was crumpled, and the inside was covered in mud; even her shoes were worn in pairs, one slipping off at a time.

At a glance, it's obvious who among the two is the one who is shamelessly indulging in lewd behavior in broad daylight.

Enraged, Li Yue'er stretched out her long leg, her skirt swaying slightly, and kicked the other shoe on her foot, which was about to fall off, at her mistress.

The mistress remained calm and gracefully took half a step back, her shoes falling to the ground without even touching her skirt.

On the contrary, Li Yue'er, because of this sudden action, the little ball rolled around inside, feeling so numb that she was panting. She wanted to scold her but couldn't open her mouth, so she just bit her lip and endured it. Only her pair of watery eyes stared at her softly.

Like a soft hook, it ensnares one's heart, making one want to walk over and devour this ripe, fragrant, pink peach.

Qu Rong put the handkerchief away, knelt down, picked up Li Yue'er's two shoes, and carried them to Li Yue'er. "Take them out now?"

Li Yue'er turned her face away without saying a word, her cheeks flushed.

Qu Rong smiled, knelt down on one knee, reached out and held Li Yue'er's ankle that was dangling by the table. She felt the temperature of the soles of her feet and, seeing that they were not cold, put her shoes on one by one.

Li Yue'er was stunned, maintaining her posture of supporting herself on the table, staring blankly at her mistress's movements.

She almost forgot to breathe, watching as her most fastidious and picky mistress knelt down to carefully put on her two shoes, straightened her skirt, and covered the back of the shoes.

Li Yue'er's lips trembled slightly, and her eyes felt hot.

After the mistress stood up and dusted off her skirt, Li Yue'er suddenly lost her appetite. She wrapped her arms around the mistress's shoulders, lightly touched her earlobe, and whispered, "Do me, right now."

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Mistress: You heard who wanted it, didn't you?

Moon: ...