Chapter 43: Faintly Closed.
Li Yue'er noticed that the mistress was not used to this position.
The mistress is adept at understanding people's hearts, but she dislikes having her true emotions exposed, and even at times like this, she is instinctively wary.
The usual posture was fine, but this time the mistress was on top and she was on the bottom, so she could see any changes in the mistress's face and eyes, which made the mistress purse her lips and frown and hastily finish the matter.
Li Yue'er had previously learned from Xu Xinmei that the mistress was adopted by the composer's daughter because she looked somewhat like the original master. It seemed that she had lived under someone else's roof since childhood, which was why she kept her emotions well hidden.
The original wife may not have cared much about this adopted daughter, or she may not have liked her enough. The mother and daughter have never had a truly intimate heart-to-heart talk. However, because the mistress has a talent for accounting and bookkeeping, and the original wife values her highly, the mistress has developed her current habitually cold and sarcastic personality.
If she doesn't like it, then let's try something else. It's about making both of us happy.
Li Yue'er was not only easygoing and accommodating in this matter, but also very tolerant of the mistress's awkward and stubborn temper.
She got out of bed, put the mattress in the laundry basket, rinsed her mouth, and returned. She knelt on the edge of the bed, supported herself with her hands, looked down at her mistress, and asked with a smile, "Mistress, would you like to taste yourself?"
The mistress ignored her shameless words and simply reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her into her arms.
The double bed curtains behind him fell, blocking out the faint light from the oil lamp on the bedside table.
It was still early, and it was as dark outside as inside the tent.
Li Yue'er lay on top of her mistress, her index finger twirling a strand of long hair from her chest around her fingertip, thinking, "I can sleep a little longer."
The mistress had no intention of going back to sleep. She turned over and pressed her down on the bed, kissing her eyes and cheeks lightly, as if to comfort her or to make up for her earlier lack of satisfaction.
Li Yue'er blinked, a warm feeling rising in her heart. She put her arms around her mistress's shoulders and, sensing her intention, deliberately hummed softly, "Then you'd better hurry, I have to get up at Chenshi (7-9 AM)."
The mistress answered her by biting her lip, effectively silencing her.
Finally, the mistress has found a good way to keep her quiet!
The fish swam and stirred nimbly in her mouth, and Li Yue'er could not only mumble and speak, but her mind also slowly went blank as if it were mush.
It wasn't until her lower abdomen felt slightly cool that Li Yue'er realized where her mother had gone.
The room was warm from the underfloor heating, but she still instinctively reached for the blankets to cover her stomach. However, her hand was grabbed by the mistress and pressed down beside her as soon as she raised it.
The mistress's kisses moved lower and lower.
The hand that was holding her wrist slid down, and gradually the fingertips passed through the gaps between her fingers, interlocking with hers and pressing them against the bedding.
The more the mistress kissed her, the more Li Yue'er's heart felt like it was floating in hot spring water, slowly rising. Now it was right in her throat, making her breath tremble and uneven.
She scooted back, her position changing from lying down to half-leaning against the pillow. She was trapped between the head of the bed and the mistress, her legs spread apart with nowhere to escape.
Li Yue'er seemed to understand the mistress's feelings just now.
It's too deep.
That's way too intimate.
It's like testing the waters with your tongue, a closer intimacy than a physical embrace.
It was as if the two of them existed in the world, and as if among all the people in the world, only the two of them were so closely intertwined and inseparable.
Li Yue'er was instinctively shy, especially since her mistress was busy and clean. Now that they were so intimate, Li Yue'er was so reserved that she tried to push her away by closing her legs together.
Qu Rong looked up at her. It was dark inside the tent, and she could only vaguely see Li Yue'er's watery eyes and her tightly clenched lips.
Qu Rong lifted the loose bodice that was still hanging precariously around Li Yue'er's neck and slapped it over Li Yue'er's face.
Li Yue'er thought she was afraid that she would be nervous, until the mistress released her hand and placed her fingers on a familiar place, her five fingers perfectly fitting against the fullness.
Li Yue'er, "..."
Is it because you find the bellyband in the way?
Li Yue'er hummed softly, but did not pull down her bodice. The darkness not only concealed her shame, but also made her senses more acute when she couldn't see.
She could almost feel the mistress's breath wherever her nose brushed against her.
The spring breeze brushed over the embers and sparks in the haystack, and with a casual touch, they were warmed up again.
The hidden fire ignited everywhere along her fingertips and slick fingers. Li Yue'er was at the most volatile and easily ignited age, and she couldn't withstand it. In just a few rounds, she was on fire.
The initial tension gradually eased after a few smooth, gentle thrusts, replaced by a tingling, itchy sensation that spread throughout her body, making her instinctively want to escape.
The further she went, the more deeply the mistress pursued her.
Perhaps annoyed that she kept trying to run away, the mistress grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her back down.
For the first time, Li Yue'er disliked getting up and getting off the delicate and smooth quilt!
There was no friction or resistance whatsoever; it was nowhere near as good as her original coarse cloth quilt.
Li Yue'er's tone gradually became distorted. She tried her best to suppress it, but she still couldn't control it. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was crying or humming.
Li Yue'er gripped the pillows piled behind her back with both hands, using them to support herself. Her remaining rationality reminded her not to let herself slide into her mistress's mouth like prey.
She bit her lip and lowered her head, tears dripping onto her trembling body. The heavy, slightly warm weight of her body was no match for the pounding of her heart.
"What time is it?"
"Don't……"
"Please."
She spoke intermittently.
Even fallen leaves moving in the autumn wind are no different; whether they rise or fall is entirely beyond their control.
She was like a fish caught in the water, bobbing up and down, disoriented.
In her panic, Li Yue'er's fingers gripped the bed curtains. She didn't know how long the two of them had been doing this, but a faint light shone through the gaps in the bed curtains.
It's almost dawn!
Li Yue'er was anxious and flustered, but she couldn't close her knees and get down from the ground.
The toes that had been tightly gripping the blanket loosened, and the soles of the feet were now placed on the back of the mistress.
Originally, she wanted to stop the mistress, but the mistress grabbed her leg and casually put her knee on her shoulder, turning her initial resistance into acceptance.
The bed curtains were being pulled and moved around, with occasional glimpses of light leaking through the gaps.
Li Yue'er was like a plump, pink peach, which was completely devoured by the mistress, leaving not a drop of juice.
For the first time in so many times, Li Yue'er truly experienced what it meant to feel weak and powerless.
My legs are sore from being spread apart for too long, and I feel like I can't close them properly.
Having been bullied so badly today, and possibly having missed the appointed time, Li Yue'er boldly threw her undergarment at her mistress's face for the first time ever.
The mistress, already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, her long hair neatly styled in a bun, took the opportunity to pull off her undergarment, folded it carefully, and placed it beside her pillow. She was very proper, saying, "Don't throw your clothes away carelessly."
"..." Li Yue'er was so angry that she raised her foot to kick her leg, but the mistress reached out and grabbed her ankle, gently rubbing it under her wide sleeve.
Li Yue'er's face flushed again, much to her dismay.
Just before it was all over, the mistress kissed her ankle.
The wet, slippery path felt like someone picking a flower, then gently smelling it all the way up the stem to the heart of the flower before finally giving it a kiss.
Li Yue'er lowered her long, wet eyelashes. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she was radiant with spring-like beauty, like a peony that had been rained on. If she went out, people would notice that something was wrong.
How can she go to Shouhetang and earn her two monthly salaries if she's like this?
Qu Rong tucked Li Yue'er's ankles into the quilt, bent down slightly, reached out and brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her neck, smoothed them out, and placed them on the pillow. She said slowly, "The old lady is not at home again today."
Li Yue'er looked up instantly, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at her.
Qu Rong withdrew her hand and smiled. "The weather is nice today, so she went up the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings. She won't be back for at least five or six days."
The old lady wasn't a Buddhist; you could tell from her appearance that she wasn't compassionate or kind. However, after her son and daughter-in-law suffered a tragic accident, she started burning incense and praying to Buddha.
Whether she truly believed it or not is another matter, but at least on the surface, she was impeccable.
Every year at the end of the year, she not only personally burns incense and donates money for incense oil, but also eats vegetarian food and chants Buddhist prayers in the temple for a few days, hoping that Buddha and Bodhisattvas will see her sincerity and bless her grandson with peace.
This matter had been decided long ago, and everyone in the Qu family knew about it. Qu Rong looked at Li Yue'er with suspicion and asked her in bewilderment, "What are you busy with in Shouhe Hall every day? How come you don't even know about this?"
Li Yue'er, "..."
They were busy taking every opportunity to chat with Fujiwara and recommending their favorite stories to each other.
Li Yue'er's eyes darted around, and she mumbled, "Aunt Wu doesn't confide in me, so naturally she won't tell me these things."
Qu Rong chuckled, glancing down at her, "You still want to confide in Mother Wu?"
Qu Rong reached out and gently pinched Li Yue'er's chin, shaking it from side to side. "Then do you want to have a heart-to-heart talk with the old lady and ask her to give you another set of gold jewelry?"
Li Yue'er quickly grasped her mistress's fingers with both hands, pulled them to her lips and kissed them, "This servant only wants to confide in my mistress."
Qu Rong pursed her lips, withdrew her hand, and didn't believe her. She got up and took out a handkerchief to slowly wipe the place where Li Yue'er had kissed her in front of her. "Sleep a little longer. The weather is nice today. I'll let you go out for a walk this afternoon."
Li Yue'er's resentful eyes instantly shifted from the mistress's hand, and she looked up at her, leaning forward while still wrapped in the blanket to ask, "What about Sister Su's class this afternoon?"
Qu Rong said, "Today is the anniversary of the death of Steward Shi. Su Rou asked me for half a day off to go to her 'deceased husband's' grave to burn paper money."
So she can play freely in the afternoon!
Li Yue'er hugged the quilt and lay back on the bed, letting out a leisurely sigh, her heart beginning to wander.
It had been a very long time since she had strolled the streets as freely and casually as an ordinary unmarried girl.
Li Yue'er took a nap, and when she got up, she found the bed in a mess.
She thought that laying down a mat would prevent her from getting it on the bed, but when she backed away and the mistress chased after her, her bottom came off the mat, causing it to drip wet onto the sheets. The damp color was very noticeable on the pink sheets, and it was obvious at a glance what she had done.
Li Yue'er blushed, too embarrassed to let the maids come in and tidy up, so she changed the sheets and blankets herself.
The bruises on her legs had long since healed, so there was no need to apply ointment anymore. However, she still soaked in medicinal water every day, so that there was always a strange smell in her and her mistress's quilts, a mixture of the fragrance of cold plum blossoms and the bitterness of medicinal herbs.
Li Yue'er sometimes felt disgusted with herself, but the mistress lay inside every day with a normal expression, not knowing whether she smelled it or didn't notice.
Li Yue'er placed her pillow next to the mistress's pillow, her mind wandering as she looked at the mandarin duck pattern on it.
If you say the mistress dislikes her, today the mistress kept kissing that area.
Even if the mistress didn't mind her, the mistress would take a long time to wipe her hand after she kissed it.
In the afternoon, when Li Yue'er was sitting in the carriage, she lifted the curtain with her fingers and looked out, her mind wandering.
Teng Huang reached out and gently poked her side. "What are you thinking about?"
I wonder if the mistress truly cares about her.
Realizing her thoughts, Li Yue'er gasped and quickly pressed her face against the gap in the carriage curtain, letting the cold wind wake her up.
How could she be getting so greedy! Originally, all she wanted was for the mistress to give her, her mother, and her sister a way to survive, so they could barely make ends meet.
In just a month and a half, she actually started to covet the mistress's true feelings!
Li Yue'er kept a blank face, afraid that Teng Huang would see through her thoughts, and said with feigned melancholy, "I'm thinking about how to go shopping when my purse is empty."
To everyone's surprise, Teng Huang chuckled and magically produced a money pouch.
It was heavy, containing at least ten taels of loose silver!
Li Yue'er's eyes lit up instantly. She released the curtains, turned to face Teng Huang, and asked, "You brought all your wealth with you?"
Garcinia: "...What are you thinking about? It was given to you by the mistress. She said that whatever you like today, she will pay for it."
Li Yue'er was stunned. She took the money bag with both hands, and its heavy weight hit her palms and her heart at the same time.
It's over. She doesn't know what the mistress is thinking, but it seems she's really fallen for her.
Just like today, just like this morning, my heart, along with my whole being, fell into the palm of the mistress's hand.
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Moon: She gave so much, it's hard not to be tempted.
Garcinia: Oh? In what way? [Covering face and peeking]
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