Chapter 4: Just a Servant of the Lord
Seeing Xiyan being so well-behaved and obedient, Xiao Nanyue curled his lips in satisfaction.
His eyes slowly fell on her snow-white and smooth back. Her skin seemed to be carved from mutton-fat jade, delicate and with a soft luster. In this quiet and deserted room, it exuded a bewitching charm.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched it with his slender fingers, caressing the satin-like skin with his fingertips, winding down from the shoulder, feeling warm and slightly cool.
Xiao Nanyan's touch, with its subtle strength, made Xiyan's nerves tense, and every inch of her skin trembled from this strange and ambiguous touch.
Her body trembled slightly, she closed her eyes awkwardly, bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and tried hard to suppress the panic and anxiety in her heart.
Xiao Nanyue's eyes were like a ignited flame, becoming increasingly fiery. A hint of desire flickered and danced at the bottom of his deep eyes, as if declaring his absolute control over the perfect body in front of him.
At this moment, there was a silver needle in his hand, and the sharp tip of the needle was flashing coldly under the candlelight.
He leaned close to Xiyan's back, his eyes focused, and his hands began to move.
As soon as the needle tip touched her fair and smooth skin, Xiyan felt a piercing pain. She bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her body trembled slightly with pain, but she dared not move at all.
She didn't know what Xiao Nanyue wanted to do, so she could only close her eyes and hope that he would let her go.
As the needle penetrated and rotated, blood oozed out and blended with the ink on the needle tip. Each stroke seemed to cut her nerves.
Time seemed to freeze, and every moment was infinitely stretched by pain.
Xiyan was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling down her forehead, dripping down her cheeks and neck onto the cold table, leaving a small stain.
She bit her lower lip tightly and gripped the edge of the table with both hands, her knuckles turning white and her nails almost embedded in the wood, to resist the immense pain. As stubborn as she was, she didn't allow herself to make a single sound.
Finally, when the last stitch was placed, a charming dark-colored evening primrose flower blossomed on her back.
The petals have clear lines and bright colors, as if they are full of life.
Xiao Nanyan gazed at his work with satisfaction, his eyes becoming more and more devious. His long, bony fingers gently stroked the lifelike petals. He leaned down and solemnly declared in her ear:
"I saved your life, I gave you your name, and this evening primrose flower is my birthday gift to you."
His voice was low and hoarse, but unquestionable:
"Remember, you belong to me! If you dare to betray me, I will make you live a life worse than death!"
Xiyan's beautiful little face turned extremely pale due to the severe pain. Her bitten red lips stammered a few times before finally squeezing out a weak sound:
"In this life, I will only follow your lead, Your Highness, and I will never dare to have any second thoughts!"
She lowered her head, her hair scattered messily on her forehead, almost covering her sweaty face.
Only then did Xiao Nanyue let go of his hand with satisfaction, and watched Xiyan awkwardly prop herself up from the table, hurriedly gathering her clothes to cover her exposed back.
"Alright, you're tired today. You don't have to stay here any longer. Call Manluo to take your place! Go down!"
Xiao Nanyan finally let her go, and Xiyan felt as if she had been pardoned:
"As you command!"
Then, he stumbled and stumbled towards the door, each step carrying the haste of surviving a disaster.
Xiao Nanyan watched her figure disappear into the shadows outside the door, leaving only an empty inner hall. The air still lingered with the lingering ambiguity, and her fingers still carried the unique fragrance of a virgin...
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to discern.
Then, he glanced out the window and said coldly:
"Aren't you cold after peeping outside for so long? Come on in!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure leaped in from the window like lightning. His figure was light and graceful, and he landed silently. As he fluttered in his yellow robe, he sneered:
"Oh my, it seems that I came at the wrong time!"
The man was wearing light yellow clothes, with black hair tied up on top of his head, his face was as white as jade, and his peach blossom eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were smiling, revealing a bit of cynicism.
Xiao Nanyan snorted coldly, his face expression dull:
"Fu Yunqing, doesn't my bedroom have a door?"
Fu Yunqing is the son of the current Grand Tutor Ming Yuan. He has known him since childhood and they are like brothers.
This man was a dissolute person who didn't care about trivial matters. Everyone was afraid of the Regent, but he was not.
On weekdays, he never had to report to the Regent's Palace. He could come and go as he pleased, just like at home.
At this moment, he walked forward, glanced at the frosty Xiao Nanyan, crossed his arms, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"What? Are you attracted to that girl? I've never seen you so attentive to a woman before. You even personally carved a brooch for her. Tsk tsk!"
As he spoke, he slowly walked to the table, sat down gracefully, crossed his legs, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a drink, and took a sip, feeling quite comfortable.
Xiao Nanyan frowned slightly, and threw the silver needle in his hand onto the table with a click:
"Just a slave serving his master!"
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