Chapter 8 008: Bring a pot of warm water.
Li Yue'er had only read the book. When she blushed, she would close the book and calm herself down. Unfortunately, she could open the pages and close them again, but once her legs, which were clenched together, were open, it was difficult to close them again.
The initiative is currently in the hands of the matriarch; whether to stop or continue is not up to her.
The mistress pleaded with me.
Li Yue'er, "..."
A soft, gentle breath touched her earlobe, burning it with its heat.
Li Yue'er wanted to scratch her mistress's back with both hands, but dared not, so she could only gently scratch with her fingertips, "Please."
It was still early, far from the time to turn off the lights and rest. The room was brightly lit with candles, and Li Yue'er deliberately only lowered the outermost gauze curtain. The warm orange light shone through the light-colored gauze onto the bed, adding a touch of romance to the already intense atmosphere.
Li Yue'er was too embarrassed to open her eyes, but the mistress pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head.
Li Yue'er's naturally gentle eyes were like those of someone who had just experienced a damp rain, brimming with moisture, as if tears could well up and roll down her cheeks at any moment.
Her long, thick eyelashes were wet and glistening, and the crimson at the corners of her eyes gave her a seductive and soft look, making one want to ravage and bully her even more.
Her lips were bitten until they turned white, and as soon as she loosened her teeth, blood immediately flowed back, making them an unusually red.
Qu Rong lowered her eyes to hide the strange look in them. "Do you still dare?"
The usually cool and calm tone was now tinged with emotion, making it sound slightly hoarse.
Tears streamed down Li Yue'er's face, the drops landing on the back of her mistress's hand. "I won't do it again."
If she had known this would be the outcome, she would have obediently lowered both layers of curtains.
The mistress slowed down, giving Li Yue'er a chance to catch her breath.
The mistress's dresses were different colors, but the styles and fabrics were the same.
Li Yue'er untied the knotted belt, her face flushed, and looked up with a questioning gaze.
The mistress lowered her eyes and turned her face slightly away to meet her gaze.
Li Yue'er then peeled the light-colored nightgown down from behind the mistress's neck, as if peeling an onion.
The hem of her dress slipped down and piled up at the lady's elbows.
Li Yue'er had changed from lying on her back to kneeling in the center of the bed, with her hands supporting her on either side of her mistress's body, leaning forward, and her lips lightly touching her mistress's collarbone.
In just two short encounters, Li Yue'er discovered that her mistress had a slight obsession with cleanliness, which extended to forbidding her from touching her lips with her own.
As Li Yue'er lowered her head, she couldn't help but think that perhaps in the eyes of the mistress, she was of lowly and lowly status, and the mistress was unwilling to let her kiss her lips, nor was she willing to put her lips on her skin.
After all that commotion, the mistress only used her hands; her lips never touched her skin even an inch.
Perhaps sensing that she was somewhat distracted, the mistress pulled her hand back from the edge of the grass, forcing her to bring her thoughts back to the present moment.
Qu Rong, "What are you thinking about?"
Li Yue'er thought, "I was thinking... Mistress, you smell so good."
It smells like the clothes, like the frost of early winter, a light and delicate fragrance of cold plum blossoms.
That was clearly not what she was thinking. Qu Rong glanced at her twice, but didn't press the matter further. Instead, she went along with her words and replied, "I'll scent the clothes after they're washed."
After using the same incense for a long time, the scent even got on my body.
The clothes that Li Yue'er washed for her weren't scented; they should have smelled fresh and clean, like sunshine.
Li Yue'er raised her head, her eyes bright, a sly glint in them, "No, I think this is the original flavor of the mistress."
She slid her index finger down, glistening it with moisture, then raised it to her lips, meeting the mistress's gaze as she put it in her mouth. "Even here, the fragrance of cold plum blossoms is the same."
Qu Rong, "..."
As Li Yue'er finished speaking, although she didn't see much change in the mistress's emotions, the other woman lifted her finger from deep inside her and dug it back.
Li Yue'er's eyes changed, her waist went limp, and she leaned into her mistress's arms.
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When Teng Huang returned after copying the scriptures, it was past 7 PM. Shaking her aching wrists, she found Dan Sha in the courtyard. "Where is the mistress?"
Dansha sat at the stone table in the courtyard, gazing up at the moon. When he caught sight of Teng Huang approaching, he replied succinctly, "Busy."
Gamboge, "..."
Teng Huang turned his head to look towards the main house. The house was brightly lit with candlelight, but there was no movement or message to send water.
Teng Huang wanted to go over and listen to what was happening, but then he remembered his sore wrists and sat down obediently next to Dan Sha to wait.
About fifteen minutes later, the golden bell rang in the mistress's room.
The bells hung outside the doorway, with the string at the end of the mistress's bed curtains. As long as the mistress gently pulled the string from inside the room, the maids outside could hear her without her having to call out.
Fujiwara pretended he hadn't returned, tilting his head back to gaze intently at the moon.
Dansha glanced at her, gently smoothed the wrinkles in her dress behind her, and got up to go over.
The door was pushed open, but the curtain separating the inner and outer rooms was not drawn, so Dansha could see the bed curtains in the inner room whenever she wanted to.
Dansha lowered her head and looked down, her gaze fixed on her toes from beginning to end. "Mistress."
Qu Rong said, "Bring me a pot of warm water."
Qu Rong's long hair hung down her back, with only a red ribbon tied around her waist and back, and two soft, loose strands of hair hanging down at her temples.
She was already dressed in the dress that Li Yue'er had just brought her that evening. Although it was loosely tied up, revealing her collarbone and chest, it was still neat and dignified.
The cinnabar retreated immediately.
Then he brought in a kettle of warm water.
Seeing that the mistress had no further instructions, Dansha left the room and closed the door again.
When she returned to the stone table, she saw Teng Huang curiously leaning on it and asking her, "Have you seen Li Yue'er?"
Dansha shook his head.
The two of them had been guarding the gate and the courtyard. Since Li Yue'er hadn't come out of the house and they hadn't seen her on the ground inside, she could only be on the mistress's bed.
With the door tightly shut, Qu Rong walked back to the bedside and said, "Come down and have some water."
Li Yue'er's tube top was ripped off by the mistress and thrown onto the footstool. She didn't mind that the footstool was "dirty," but when the mistress saw her reach for it, she glanced at her sideways.
Li Yue'er, "..."
It's not like the mistress is wearing it; it's her clothes, not the mistress's. What would the mistress complain about?
Besides, she can't just go out without any clothes on!
Li Yue'er bit her lip and knelt by the bed, pulling the thin veil over her body, looking at her mistress for help and to please her.
Qu Rong threw the nightgown she had just worn at Li Yue'er's face.
The clothes fell over her head, and Li Yue'er was instantly enveloped in the fragrance of cold plum blossoms.
Li Yue'er put on her dress with a mixture of hesitation and obedience, tied her belt, got out of bed, sat on the round table stool, and drank water with both hands.
She wasn't quite sure what the mistress meant.
But the other party did not ask her to leave like they did last night.
Li Yue'er's eyelashes trembled, her eyes sparkled, and she lowered her gaze, sipping water.
After she had drunk her fill, the mistress gradually extinguished the candlesticks outside and came in.
Li Yue'er stood up awkwardly, "Mistress, I..."
She should go back now.
Qu Rong walked back to the foot of the bed, raised her hand and placed the silver scissors on the high lamp stand, "I'll give you half a day tomorrow, go back and see your sister in the afternoon."
Li Yue'er subconsciously looked up, instantly forgetting what she was going to say, and looked at the figure in front of her with surprise and delight, "Really?"
Qu Rong turned her head and looked at her.
Although the mistress did not speak, her expression showed that she disdained to play tricks on her in this matter.
Li Yue'er excitedly clutched her dress, wanting to kneel down and kowtow to her mistress but afraid of soiling her dress. After a flurry of movements, she curtsied and said to her mistress, "This servant thanks mistress."
She followed behind the mistress and asked cautiously, "If I go back at 1-3 PM, when should I return?"
Of course, she wanted to stay at home a little longer.
Qu Rong sat on the edge of the bed, beckoned Li Yue'er to come closer, and asked, "When do you think we should come back?"
Li Yue'er felt she had an innate ability to discern her mistress's mood from her tone. Realizing her mistress was asking casually rather than testing, Li Yue'er, ingratiatingly and boldly, softly asked, "Xu Shi (7-9 PM)?"
At this hour (戌时) today, both of them have finished their tasks.
Why didn't she say she'd come back in the middle of the night after she fell asleep?
Qu Rong looked up at her.
Li Yue'er bit her lip and smiled guiltily, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she obediently lowered her head, "Then, around Shenshi (3-5 PM)?"
She had only been home for less than an hour, and even disregarding the time lost on the way, she didn't know if she would be able to say a few words to her sister and mother before having to come back again.
While Li Yue'er was calculating these things, Qu Rong's gaze had already traveled down her slender neck to Li Yue'er's full, rounded breasts. The overlapping of her clothes pressed there, creating a very beautiful shape.
Qu Rong raised her hand and gently tugged at Li Yue'er's belt. The belt loosened slightly, revealing two curves and a snow-white slit.
Li Yue'er felt a chill on her chest, and when she looked down, she found that her clothes were open. "..."
Before she could react, the mistress had already raised one hand and slipped it inside her clothes to rest it on her chest, as if to feel the fit between her fullness and her slightly cupped palm, before relenting and compromising, "Just come back before it gets completely dark."
Li Yue'er's eyes lit up, her attention instantly diverted.
Although it gets dark early now, it won't be completely dark until around 5 PM, which means she can stay at home for an hour before leaving!
Li Yue'er looked down and saw that the mistress's face was still indifferent and cold, her phoenix eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her thin lips were slightly pursed, with a serious and focused posture.
If her hand hadn't been resting on her grandfather's wife, touching her repeatedly, Li Yue'er would have truly believed, based solely on the mistress's expression, that she was doing something serious.
The gratitude that was on the tip of her tongue just wouldn't come out. As Li Yue'er's eyelids twitched, she was also relieved that her mistress was satisfied with her appearance.
Although the mistress didn't like to eat it, she seemed to enjoy touching it. Just now, towards the end, she tentatively placed her palm on it and rubbed it several times.
Li Yue'er leaned forward and sat face-to-face with her mistress in her lap, placing her hands on her mistress's shoulders.
Her intention was to make it easier for the mistress to move around, so that she wouldn't have to lift her arms and get tired.
The mistress clearly misunderstood. She raised an eyebrow at her, her beauty mark at the corner of her eye vivid, and asked slowly, "Thinking about it again?"
Li Yue'er opened and closed her mouth, and finally, forcing herself to speak, she said, "Mmm."
Her back was practically trembling, but she compromised only because she could go home tomorrow. As a result, the mistress gave her a few more glances and said to her with a rare half-smile, "Greedy."
Li Yue'er, "..."
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Mistress: You greedy little rascal (dotingly) (takes off clothes)
Moon: I don't want to live anymore QAQ (lie down)
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