Chapter 65 Master
The servants in Cui's outer house have become increasingly confused recently.
The young lady in the young master's courtyard wasn't so much a bird in a cage as she was... another master. And the atmosphere between this "master" and the young master was so strange it was breathtaking.
It wasn't a one-sided possession and control, but more like a silent, evenly matched tug-of-war. The air often felt taut, a string trembling in a precarious balance, as if ready to break at any moment, yet strangely persisting, emitting a heart-pounding tension.
Last time, the young master somehow angered his cousin and was thrown out of his room in the middle of the night in only his shirt. The servants didn't dare to say a word, and if they spoke up for the young master, they would be glared at by him.
That afternoon, a late spring cold snap suddenly began.
There were silver charcoal fires in the four corners of the study, but the windows were wide open. Cui Junji had to keep a clear mind when handling documents, and he couldn't be in a warm environment, and he couldn't be disturbed by anyone.
He was handling official business by the window, a purple-hair brush between his fingertips, reviewing secret letters sent from various places, his brows filled with his usual coldness and impatience.
Wen Youqing suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.
Cui Junji gave a wink and the servants immediately closed the windows and left.
The soft couch with a table next to the desk was specially designed for Wen Youqing. As soon as she came in, she sat on the couch not far from him, took out the duck necks, duck feet and duck gizzards from the small basket and arranged them, then carefully spread out the paper and drew the project draft.
The Yellow River is prone to flooding in spring and summer. She thought about the embankments and riverbanks she saw when she traveled along the Yellow River in her previous life.
She was wearing a soft, smoke-blue dress the color of rain-soaked sky. Her black hair was loosely tied up, pinned with only a plain jade hairpin. Although her body did not have many embellishments, she had a clear and captivating aura.
When Cui Junji was tired of the paperwork, he looked up and saw this delightful scene. Most of the time, she was serious, writing and drawing on things she couldn't understand. A little while when she really couldn't think, she would gnaw on duck feet and read a storybook.
He could quickly calm down and continue to work on the paperwork.
The two of them did their own things without interfering with each other, and the air flowed silently.
Only the maid standing in the corner with her hands hanging down knew that the young master was far from being as calm as he appeared.
The young master's eyes would rise from the secret letter every half a cup of tea, and would pass over the figure on the couch very quickly and heavily.
Although Miss Wen seemed to be completely immersed in writing, every time the Second Master's eyes passed by, the tip of her pen would pause slightly, almost imperceptibly.
A wordless, highly acute mutual perception.
After Cui Junji finished reviewing the last confidential letter, he placed his pen on the jade pen holder with a crisp sound. He rubbed his brow, looking a little tired. He leaned back into the large rosewood chair, his gaze no longer concealed, and cast a straight look at Wen Youqing.
She was writing furiously, the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up into a very shallow arc. The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, just outlining the soft lines of her profile and the vague confidence.
Cui Junji's eyes darkened and he walked over to sit beside her.
On the paper were symbols and words that he couldn't understand. They were crooked and not very pretty, and he felt heavy-hearted when reading them.
"What does this mean?" he asked, pointing to a mathematical formula, his voice particularly hoarse due to the long silence.
Wen Youqing seemed to have just noticed he was done. She looked up from the paper, her smugness still lingering, tinting the corners of her eyes, adding a touch of vividness. "It's all about calculating how steep the slope should be to minimize resistance to the water flow." She paused, then gestured with her hands as if to simplify things. "It's all about calculating this slope: this steep, this steep, or this steep? Which slope will last the longest?"
For Cui Junji, who had studied the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, this was considered low-brow stuff and completely beyond his comprehension. However, because he had been to Xunyang and had also worked on disaster relief efforts along the Yangtze River, he clearly understood how important this thing was.
If it was Shen Zijie, he would definitely understand. The secret desire to get closer to her and share her "interesting" feelings forced Cui Junji to humbly ask for advice: "Sister, please teach me."
"This... is a bit troublesome," Wen Youqing said, and then he did a simple force analysis. "Don't worry about why, I'll just draw it like this for now. There are these forces..."
After a hasty half-incense stick of talk, Cui Junji understood and began to enjoy her chattering. After hearing three-fifths of what she said, he understood everything. He just stared at Wen Youqing, who was serious. As soon as she finished, he lifted her chin and kissed her.
The kiss was so passionate that Wen Youqing didn't react. Just as she was about to push him away, he clamped his jaw, preventing her from moving. His nimble tongue had already pried open her lips and teeth and slid inside, sometimes licking her palate, sometimes entangled with his tongue.
After being released, Wen Youqing gasped in Cui Junji's palm, calming the throbbing that made her legs weak.
The maid had already quietly left, and the temperature in the room had finally risen.
Wen Youqing wasn't shy at all, she looked up to meet his gaze and asked, "Did you listen carefully?"
"Of course, you can test me, sister." Cui Junji smiled and pecked her lips. "Any test is fine~"
She sat firmly on the soft couch, adjusted herself to a more comfortable position, and looked at him leisurely. Her eyes were clear, yet seemed to contain a hook. "What does F mean?"
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The test actually began. After it was over, Cui Junji said, "The Yellow River is not like the Yangtze River. The riverbed twists and turns, and silt accumulates. Building dams around the bends is definitely not easy. And what can we use to build dams? It's just mud, which can't hold the Yellow River back."
Wen Youqing was of course aware of all this, but she hadn't expected Cui Junji to be so clever, able to grasp several key points right from the first encounter. She praised him, "A true master produces a brilliant student. In a few days, I really won't be able to teach you anymore."
A tall figure suddenly leaned forward, casting a shadow over Wen Youqing on the soft couch. He bent down suddenly, one hand resting on the backrest behind Wen Youqing, the other precisely grasping her wrist holding the book. His entire body trapped her in a tight space, and the powerful masculine scent of her usual Ersu Jiuju mixed with the air of her usual sex life washed over her, enveloping her tightly.
"Sister," he said, almost touching her lips, his warm breath spraying on her face, "isn't it time for you to give me a reward?"
His thumb gently stroked the inside of her slender wrist, where her pulse was beating rapidly, revealing that she was not as calm as she appeared.
Wen Youqing's breathing was slightly short, but she didn't struggle. She even raised her chin slightly, bringing the two of them closer, so close that her eyelashes almost brushed against each other's cheeks.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.
"A reward? Okay, let me think about it..." Wen Youqing suddenly laughed, "Next time I'll give you a lesson myself, about the sediment accumulation at the bend you asked about."
Who wants to hear this? Cui Junji was so angry that he laughed. He wanted to lower his head and kiss Wen Youqing.
Wen Youqing groaned, and the hand holding the book subconsciously pressed against his chest, with her fingertips curled up.
But the kiss didn't last long.
Cui Junji felt a slight tingling at the corner of his lips.
Cui Junji paused and slowly stepped back. His lower lip had been bitten, a small cut leaking out, adding a touch of eerie color to his otherwise obsessive and handsome face.
Their breathing was unsteady, their chests rising and falling slightly as they stared at each other. The air was filled with the smell of blood and lingering lust, intense and ambiguous.
Wen Youqing extended her tongue and gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips. This action, for her, carried an inexplicable sense of cool allure. She looked at the blood on Cui Junji's lips and suddenly chuckled playfully, "You've betrayed your teacher and ancestors, and getting bitten is the least of your worries."
Cui Junji raised his hand, wiped the blood off his lips with his fingertips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
This action forced Wen Youqing to look away suddenly, and she cursed under her breath: "Pervert."
After enough of the commotion, Cui Junji returned to his chair as they still had their work cut out for them.
But after he sat down, he did not open the book immediately. Instead, he unconsciously stroked the wound on his lower lip with his fingertips and looked at Wen Youqing again.
Wen Youqing's head was already buzzing. She lay on the couch, covering her face with the notebook. Only her slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks revealed the intensity of the moment.
It was a gloomy day, and the dim light was just right, falling on her, creating a quiet and beautiful scene.
Cui Junji watched and just wished that all this could stay with him forever.
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