Chapter 28: How long will this take?!
When Teng Huang instructed the maids to bring in the water, he immediately noticed the jade hairpin in Li Yue'er's hair and smiled broadly, winking at her.
Li Yue'er's face felt a little hot, and she reached out to adjust the hairpin.
Although the mistress styled her hair into a traditional Chinese updo before she was married, Li Yue'er was reluctant to take it off and looked at the hairpin in the mirror several times.
Not to mention now, even when her family was at its best, she never owned a hairpin made of mutton fat jade.
Jade is inherently cool, but mutton fat jade has a warm and smooth texture like oil, and it doesn't feel cold to the touch.
Although it was far inferior to the warmth of the mistress's skin, Li Yue'er would remember that the hairpin was a gift from the mistress whenever she touched it.
After preparing the bathwater, Teng Huang thoughtfully left, leaving Li Yue'er alone in the clean room to slowly undress.
The mistress disliked having many people in the house. Even when she bathed, she washed herself and only had her two closest maids, Teng Huang and Dan Sha, help her wash her hair.
If the mistress is like this, then Li Yue'er is even less likely to order around the mistress's head maid when it comes to washing her hair.
Steam rose from the tub, creating a white mist. Li Yue'er sat in the tub, feeling as if she were barely visible in the mist. Even if the mistress came in to look at her, she wouldn't be able to see anything.
Li Yue'er washed her face with her wet hands, then used a ladle from the bucket to scoop water and pour it over the back of her neck.
She wondered what the mistress was doing while she was taking a bath. When she turned her head outwards, she couldn't see the inner room, but she could see the screen that served as a partition.
Li Yue'er had never paid attention to the patterns painted on the screen before, but today, as she soaked in the bathtub and was enveloped in warm water, she relaxed and finally focused her gaze on the painting.
Butterflies flutter around peonies, and bees gather nectar.
It's a very ordinary scene; in fact, upon closer inspection, the flowers aren't even as delicate and layered as hers.
Li Yue'er couldn't help but grip the rim of the bucket with both hands and lean closer to see the signature.
Who was the master who created it?
Li Yue'er looked around but couldn't find the signature, so she had no choice but to go back to soaking in the tub.
If you were to comment, the colorful butterflies and hardworking bees in the painting are indeed depicted with remarkable realism.
Although Li Yue'er thought this in her heart, she wouldn't say it to the mistress. After all, this was a screen in the mistress's room, and it must have been there for a long time because the mistress liked it.
How incredibly stupid must she be to make unwarranted comments about objects that the mistress doesn't dislike?
Li Yue'er didn't wash her hair; after scrubbing her body, she put on her nightgown and came out.
It was still the mistress's dress, but the nightgown was loose and didn't constrict the body, so it could fit both slim and curvy figures. Overall, it was a good fit.
While she was taking a bath, Dansha brought people in to change the sheets, blankets, and pillows on the bed. The bed curtains had already been lowered, so it was clear that the changes were complete.
The mistress sat at the table reading a book, and the bowl of peach gum and longan soup was still in its original place, clearly untouched.
Li Yue'er leaned closer, bent down, and lifted the lid of the cup to look. "The mistress hasn't drunk any?"
The warm, sweet aroma, mixed with the flavors of cooked peach gum and longan, wafts up and smells wonderful.
Li Yue'er looked at her mistress, blinked, and tentatively asked, "Shall I feed you?"
Consider it an apology.
Qu Rong glanced at Li Yue'er. She had just finished bathing, and her fair skin was flushed with the pink of the steam. Even her eyelashes were moist, like a ripe peach exuding a rich, watery fragrance. The thin skin was full of juice, and if you took a bite, the juice would flow from the corner of your mouth, which was very tempting.
Seeing Li Yue'er make a move to grab a spoon, Qu Rong reluctantly put down the book in her hand, reached out and pulled the tray over, picked up the white porcelain spoon and scooped up two mouthfuls of sweet soup.
She has a sweet tooth and hadn't eaten all day, so Fujiwara had the kitchen make a sweet soup in an attempt to coax her to eat something.
Qu Rong ate a few bites, then, noticing Li Yue'er staring at her, put down her spoon, rinsed her mouth, and wiped the water from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief. "I'm full."
Li Yue'er's eyes widened, her gaze shifting between the bowl and the mistress of the house. "You're full already?"
She looked down and asked, "Only a few bites?"
There are so many of them, it would be such a waste to throw them away.
Qu Rong pushed the cup towards Li Yue'er, replying in her own words, "It's a reward for you."
Li Yue'er didn't mind her mistress's lack of interest, nor did she mind the two spoonfuls of peach gum and longan soup she had scooped up, because she hadn't eaten dinner and was indeed a little hungry.
Li Yue'er smiled and thanked her mistress for the gift. She picked up the spoon her mistress had used and intended to finish the soup.
While she was eating, she couldn't find a place to look, so she casually glanced at the screen to the side and offered a few insincere compliments, "It's painted really beautifully."
Upon hearing this, Qu Rong raised her eyes and glanced at the screen before slowly turning her gaze back to Li Yue'er.
The room wasn't cold because of the underfloor heating, so both of them were wearing cotton nightgowns; in fact, the one Li Yue'er was wearing was one she had worn before.
Her clothes were hers, her hair was styled by her, and even the jade hairpin in her hair was a gift from her.
Besides these, she touched and caressed every inch of Li Yue'er's skin under her clothes, knowing exactly how deep and small it was.
Qu Rong was inexplicably in a good mood and picked up her teacup to take a sip of water.
Even the bland boiled water had a slightly sweet taste.
Qu Rong looked at Li Yue'er's lips. She was putting spoonful after spoonful of sweet soup into her mouth. Her already pink lips were now covered with sugar syrup and glistened in the candlelight, looking quite delicious.
Qu Rong thought that Li Yue'er's lips must taste sweet like peach gum and longan right now.
Noticing Li Yue'er's gaze, Qu Rong lowered her eyes and sipped her water, her slender fingers resting on the closed book cover.
Li Yue'er followed her gaze to the book.
She didn't ask, but the mistress brought it up herself, "Would you like to open it and take a look?"
Li Yue'er blinked, unsure of what her mistress meant.
Judging from the tone of their conversation, it was just casual chat, but the mistress of the house always had this book in her hand; it probably wasn't something she should be reading.
Li Yue'er hesitated, biting her spoon, and tilted her head to look at her mistress.
Qu Rong put down her teacup and picked up her book. "I don't need to read it."
She got up and went back to bed.
Li Yue'er was now certain that the mistress hadn't been testing her; she genuinely intended for her to open and look at the book.
Li Yue'er quickly finished her soup, rinsed her mouth and wiped her lips before chasing after him.
The maids only lowered the outermost layer of the two-layered bed curtains, which was exquisite and beautiful but offered little in the way of blocking out light.
Li Yue'er climbed onto the bed and straddled the mistress's waist, saying, "Let me see."
She wants to see it now? That won't be as easy as it was before.
Qu Rong placed one hand on Li Yue'er's pillow and the other on Li Yue'er's waist, then looked up at her.
Li Yue'er's face slowly warmed up...
Candlelight filtered through the thin gauze, draping over Li Yue'er's snow-white shoulders. The belt of her nightgown was loose, and the lapels of her cloak slid down to her forearms and elbows.
Li Yue'er clenched her sleeves tightly with both hands, barely managing to pull the hem of her dress to cover herself, thus preventing the part where the two were connected from being exposed to the mistress's eyes.
Such light, such close proximity, is truly embarrassing.
Li Yue'er blushed and looked at her mistress, intending to beg for mercy, but her mistress became even fiercer.
The mistress asked, "Which part of that screen is painted the best?"
Li Yue'er didn't know why she suddenly asked this, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the screen.
The mistress was displeased with her distraction and gently nipped her with her fingertip to bring her attention back.
Li Yue'er dared not look again, nor did she lie. She focused on her mistress and answered truthfully, "Butterfly, um bee."
The mistress then slowed down a bit.
Li Yue'er discerned something from her expression and the speed of her movements, and looked at the mistress with surprise and delight, "You painted this?"
That would explain why such a large screen painting has no signature.
The mistress said, "Guess which part I drew. If you guess right, I'll show you the book."
Li Yue'er's eyes began to wander.
The mistress's hand, which had been resting on her waist, pressed down on her lower back and pushed her forward. Li Yue'er uncontrollably fell into the mistress's arms, letting out a muffled groan in a strange tone.
The mistress held her with one arm, slightly bending her knee to press against her buttocks to prevent her from retreating, trapping her in her embrace in this position.
Li Yue'er, "bee".
The mistress glanced at her sideways.
Li Yue'er's ears were burning hot. She put her hands on her mistress's shoulders and said softly, "Because you are even better at collecting honey than a bee."
Li Yue'er's eyes were moist as she looked up at her mistress, "This servant, did I guess correctly...?"
She was a little out of breath. In the hearts of the two of them, which were almost touching, hers was beating the heaviest and deepest. Each beat felt like it bounced high up, knocked on her eardrums, and then fell back down heavily.
Jumping again and again, just like below.
Li Yue'er tightened her grip on her mistress, pressed her forehead against her shoulder, and gently bit her clothes with her mouth, "Give it to me."
The mistress rested her chin on the top of her dark hair, her voice unusually low and gentle, feigning ignorance, "A book?"
Li Yue'er is definitely not talking about books right now!
She tried to bite her mistress hard.
The mistress didn't speak, but silently pulled her hand away.
Li Yue'er was on the verge of tears, hugging her mistress tightly with both arms and legs, "I was wrong."
Li Yue'er said softly, "I will remember that I am your person."
Qu Rong then slowly moved her hand inside, glancing sideways at the book on the pillow beside her, gesturing for Li Yue'er to look at it.
Does it have to be at this time?
Li Yue'er's hands and feet felt numb and weak, and she barely managed to reach out to grab the book.
The pages of the book seemed to have been marked with small folds at the corners, and in some places, there were even two folds.
Li Yue'er turned the book with suspicion. Something was stuck in the book and couldn't be closed properly. She casually flipped to that page.
Li Yue'er's face grew increasingly hot, feeling as if she were a book with the mistress inside, which the mistress could open at will.
"What is this?" Li Yue'er looked at the mistress hesitantly.
She tightened her grip even more because she was emotional.
Qu Rong spoke casually and lightly, "Your contract."
Li Yue'er turned her head and looked straight at the mistress. The moisture in her eyes condensed into tears, but she was not about to cry. Instead, her eyes were bright with surprise.
How could her indenture be with the mistress? She clearly remembered that she was bought by the old lady.
Qu Rong smiled faintly, "I said you're mine, and you are mine."
Li Yue'er had always thought that the mistress's beauty was a cold and aloof beauty, but when she really smiled, she was as stunning as a night-blooming cereus.
Especially at this moment, Li Yue'er felt that the mistress was breathtakingly beautiful.
Li Yue'er bit her lower lip, her hands gripping her clothes tightly, whether from excitement or emotion.
Qu Rong seemed to sense something, raised her eyes to look at Li Yue'er, and modestly did not turn her face away.
Whenever Li Yue'er makes this expression, I feel like I want to slap her.
Although Qu Rong didn't understand, she decided to force herself this time and not avoid it.
Li Yue'er did indeed lean into her arms, but she pressed her lips to the area below her earlobe. Her warm breath sprayed onto her skin, and damp droplets rolled down her neck, soaking into the fabric of her clothes.
Qu Rong paused, then looked down at Li Yue'er.
Li Yue'er raised her face, gently bit her earlobe, and softly coquettishly said, "I was really terribly wrong."
The mistress was telling her that she was her person and the contract of indenture was in her hands, so she shouldn't be afraid of anyone, even if the other party was the ancestor of the Qu family.
Qu Rong's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her voice was soft and nasal, "Mmm."
The areas where Li Yue'er's breath had touched felt like ants were gently crawling over them, making them very itchy.
My ears itch, my scalp itch, and my heart itch.
The more excited Li Yue'er became, the tighter she clung to Qu Rong. The more Li Yue'er squeezed, the deeper Qu Rong would pull in and then push back in. After a few rounds, Li Yue'er softened.
Like a peach, the more you squeeze it, the softer and juicier it becomes.
When Li Yue'er got out of bed, shaking her legs, to drink water, the mistress had already finished using the toilet and was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly wiping between her fingers.
The ordinary gesture made Li Yue'er blush and her heart race.
My gaze wandered and landed on the painting on the screen. Looking at it again, the flowers no longer looked like flowers, and the bees no longer looked like bees.
She returned to bed and nestled into her mistress's arms, whereupon her mistress's warm hands began to touch her again.
The hand slipped through her clothes and rested on her familiar breasts. Li Yue'er instantly knew that her mistress was in a very good mood.
Li Yue'er blinked, holding the book up with both hands, and asked, "Is this a mark? So I can look at it again later?"
There's no need to fold every single page.
The mistress said, "It's a sign, but not something to keep for later."
Li Yue'er glanced sideways, her eyes asking a question.
"My lady," she said, "every corner of this is a reward I've been 'thinking' of giving you these past few days."
Li Yue'er, "?!"
Li Yue'er was stunned, and then she turned around to count again.
Every time she pestered the mistress for more, the mistress would plan to reward her "well" after her period ended.
Afraid that she would coax him into forgetting about it, he folded a corner off the book he read every day.
Li Yue'er took a deep breath.
How long will this take?!
She looked at her mistress with a pained expression, "Then this servant really has to do it."
The mistress couldn't stand such vulgar words, so while playing with her soft flesh, she slowly and deliberately offered her conditions to tempt her, "What do you want?"
Li Yue'er glanced down at the raised hand in her arms, then looked at her mistress, and immediately rolled into her arms without any hesitation, saying, "I want to go home in a couple of days to see my mother and sister."
She eagerly offered it to the mistress, speaking in a sweet, coquettish tone, "Please, mistress~"
Li Yue'er certainly couldn't say she wanted a contract of indenture; if she didn't want a contract of indenture, she still wanted to go home and visit.
Seeing that the mistress remained silent, Li Yue'er whispered in her ear, "Once you're done, I will definitely serve you well."
The mistress then lowered her eyes to look at her.
Li Yue'er's face flushed, her eyes welled up with tears, and she gently bit her lower lip.
Qu Rong, "..."
Qu Rong turned her eyes away.
Just when Li Yue'er thought the other party was still unwilling to agree, the mistress's hand moved down and slapped her bottom.
Li Yue'er looked up.
The mistress, "There is a reward and a punishment, so she lay down on her side."
Li Yue'er lay down with her back to her mistress, her bent and closed legs being pushed apart from behind by her mistress's knee.
Li Yue'er's upper leg was draped over the mistress's knee, and she was half-lying down and half-sitting on her side.
She was facing the inside of the bed with her back to the light, her eyes covered by her mistress's hand that passed under her neck, her neck resting on her mistress's forearm.
But when visibility is reduced to darkness, the senses become more acute.
Several times, just when Li Yue'er thought the mistress was going to go deep, she went shallow instead.
The whole thing was an unbearable punishment, ... but also a unique reward.
Before falling asleep afterwards, Li Yue'er vaguely felt that she had forgotten something, but she was so tired that her mind couldn't process anything, and she drifted off to sleep in a daze.
In the courtyard, Meng Xiaoxiao, who was waiting for Li Yue'er to come back and sleep on the kang (heated brick bed), was speechless.
She's Sister Yue'er, she's such a soft and delicate Sister Yue'er?
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Moon: You're rewarding me in all sorts of different ways again [shy]
Mistress: ...
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