"Miss! It's time to get up!" Tao'er's voice suddenly rang out.
Su Miao suddenly opened her eyes and saw that it was already daylight. She was lying on her bed, her clothes were not disheveled.
That embarrassing scene flashed through her mind once again.
Su Miao's face flushed red.
She actually had that kind of dream... and it was about Shen Changji!
She's really gone mad...
Su Miao sat up and rubbed her head.
"Miss, I made your favorite steamed buns today!" Tao'er walked in with a smile.
"Okay... leave it there, and pour me a cup of tea."
Su Miao felt her mouth was dry and her body was weak.
As soon as she got out of bed, her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the back window.
In her dream... Shen Changji was there, tormenting her wildly.
He was more terrifying than the first night, as if it were the culmination of long-suppressed emotions.
Want more, deeper...
Those hot, large hands repeatedly kneaded and massaged her buttocks...
Thinking about it, Su Miao's ears turned even redder, and she quickly looked away.
"Miss, didn't you sleep well?" Tao'er asked, glancing at Su Miao a few more times as she prepared her breakfast.
"No! Maybe it's because the weather is getting warmer, I haven't been sleeping very well," Su Miao quickly replied.
"Then I'll go get some ice for Miss!"
"good."
After a quick wash, Su Miao had breakfast.
Seeing that the weather was nice today, she brought some pastries to visit Grandma Shen.
Just as Su Miao stepped out, she ran into Shen Changji returning.
Today he wore a dark blue brocade robe, his features were sparse and indifferent, like a pine or bamboo after a snowfall, pure and noble. He exuded an aura of unyielding strength and inviolability.
Upon seeing this man, Su Miao blushed slightly and reached out to pull Tao'er along.
"Let's take a different route."
Tao'er paused for a moment, but still followed Su Miao and took a detour.
In the past, didn't Miss wish she could run into the eldest young master wherever he went?
Why is everything so strange today...?
Even though Su Miao walked quickly, Lone Eagle, who was beside Shen Changji, still saw her.
"Master, Miss Biao saw us and took a detour."
After a long silence upon hearing this, he looked up.
Su Miao was wearing a light-colored dress today. Although she walked quickly, Shen Changji could still spot her figure at a glance.
His deep black eyes narrowed slightly, containing an imperceptible darkness, and his slender fingers caressed the jade thumb ring.
Although jade is exquisite, it cannot compare to even a fraction of her beauty.
He had a dream last night.
I dreamt of Su Miao. Although those scenes were just a dream, the dream felt incredibly real.
In his dream, she was exceptionally alluring, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over as she clung tightly to him, letting him greedily take what he wanted.
Her eyes held boundless charm; the longer he looked at her, the more the flames of passion within him subsided, and he couldn't help but be drawn into her.
The dream was so vivid that when he got up this morning, his underwear was bulging, and it felt as if her scent was still lingering around him...
Shen Changji stood still, his deep eyes fixed on Su Miao's back.
Only after that beautiful figure disappeared did he turn his gaze away and leave with Lone Eagle.
...
When Su Miao arrived at Old Lady Shen's courtyard, the third branch of the family happened to be there as well.
As soon as Su Miao walked in, the third branch of the family couldn't help but look at her.
She bowed respectfully and greeted them politely, "Greetings, Grandmother and Third Mother."
"Ziji just left, and Miao'er has already arrived. What a coincidence!" the third wife chuckled.
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Shen couldn't help but glance at the third branch of the family, then picked up her tea and said calmly, "It doesn't matter who came first; both of them are thoughtful children."
Su Miao smiled faintly, "Knowing that Grandmother likes to eat bean cakes, Miao'er had the kitchen make some today. It's rare that Third Mother is here too, how about we all try some?"
"You're very thoughtful. But Ziji will be leaving for a few days," said Old Madam Shen as she took the pastries from Su Miao.
“Yes, but… the place Ziji went to seems to be Miaoya’s hometown.” The third wife couldn’t help but chime in with Old Madam Shen’s words.
When Su Miao heard that it was her hometown, her hand paused slightly. Memories of the past flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but ask.
"Is it Zhang Shuicheng? Why is my brother going there?"
"The plague came on fiercely, and His Majesty sent Ziji and Xie Qin to go and help with the disaster relief."
Grandma Shen cleared up Su Miao's doubts.
plague?
Upon hearing this, Su Miao felt a pang of pain in her heart; she hadn't been back for many years.
She still remembers where she used to live; there weren't many neighbors around, and life was quiet and beautiful.
She had thought that life would continue peacefully like this, but unfortunately, that was just her belief...
Now... I guess it's probably a wasteland by now.
Even if she was reluctant, she had no choice.
Zhangshui City has both bitter and beautiful memories... She has a deep affection for that land.
Grandma Shen noticed her mood and reached out to hold her hand. "You've brought up your sad things again, haven't you? You still have your grandmother. This is your home. You're not alone."
Upon hearing this, Su Miao couldn't help but tear up. She quickly looked away and said, "Grandmother, don't worry... I did recall some past events."
The third wife glanced at Su Miao and understood why she was in such a mood.
That's her hometown, the place where she grew up, a place she has feelings for.
“I understand, Third Mother. The plague came on fiercely, and the people of Zhangshui City suffered a lot. You don’t need to worry too much; everything will be alright. After all, Young Master Xie’s medical skills are quite good. If you are still worried, you can go to the temple, offer incense, and pray for blessings.”
Upon hearing this, Su Miao immediately looked towards the third branch of the family, and a bold idea kept popping into her mind.
The third wife met her gaze and smiled, "You wouldn't happen to want to go with us, would you, Miao'er? There's nothing we weak women can do. The situation there is terrible. At most, we can only pray that things will get better."
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