He rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen. Long Aobing immediately followed like a little tail, not forgetting to turn back and make a face at Song Zhixue: "Learn from her, you old hag!"
Song Zhixue gritted her teeth in anger, but had no way to refute him. She could only stand there and watch Qin Xiao skillfully prepare the ingredients, his movements fluid and pleasing to the eye. Before long, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.
By dinner time, the atmosphere had eased considerably. Qin Xiao's culinary skills were, of course, superb; the several home-style dishes were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, allowing Song Zhixue, who had been starving all day, to temporarily forget the awkwardness from before and enjoy the meal immensely.
It's late at night.
Long Aobing couldn't contain herself any longer. As soon as dinner was over, she eagerly dragged Qin Xiao upstairs. Before leaving, she gave Song Zhixue a smug look, as if to say, "Watch this, this is the treatment of the empress!"
Qin Xiao was pulled into the room by her, and she locked the door behind him. He looked at her helplessly and said, "What are you up to now, you little rascal?"
Long Aobing quickly began to undress, revealing large expanses of her fair skin. She then clung to him with seductive eyes, her breath sweet as orchids: "Husband, I'm going to let that arrogant woman downstairs hear what true 'serving' really means! Let her be envious and jealous!"
Soon, the room was filled with rhythmic, cheerful sounds that made one blush, as well as Long Aobing's deliberately high-pitched, melodious, and charming moans.
In the next room, Song Zhixue tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
The sound seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating the walls and clearly reaching her ears. Each syllable tickled her nerves like a feather, making her cheeks burn and her heart race. She covered her head with the blanket, but she still couldn't block out the increasingly clear sounds.
Certain erotic images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, making her both ashamed and annoyed.
"Absolutely... utterly shameless!" Song Zhixue cursed inwardly, but found her body also becoming hot.
After an unknown amount of time, the irritating sound seemed to be getting worse. Finally, Song Zhixue could no longer bear it. With dark circles under her eyes, she put on her coat, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night.
The sounds in the room suddenly stopped.
A moment later, Qin Xiao's voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and confusion, came through: "Who is it?"
He opened the door and saw Song Zhixue standing in the doorway, her pretty face flushed, her eyes darting around, and her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
"Miss Song? It's so late, is there something you need?" Qin Xiao asked knowingly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Song Zhixue's face flushed even redder, almost as if it were bleeding. She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, tinged with an unspeakable embarrassment: "Mr. Qin... could you... could you please... could you please keep your voices down..."
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