Chapter 68 World Three (19)
There was no fluctuation on Xiao Yujing's face, as if he was letting the treasure fan do whatever it wanted.
Love between a man and a woman should be mutually consensual and cooperative. As a man, if he couldn't take the initiative to cater to Baoshan, how could he, a petite and fragile woman, remove his clothes smoothly, be honest with each other, and then become a mandarin duck in love?
The snow-white inner garment was unbuttoned, revealing the fair yet not frail skin.
Compared to the moon-white color that evokes gentlemanly elegance, Xiao Yujing's color is more suited to the color of snow, pure and unadulterated, which further accentuates his whole persona, evoking a gentle breeze and bright moonlight, and his gentle demeanor. Yet, Xiao Yujing, who is always as gentle and kind to his colleagues, is so rude to a young woman, unwilling to even do the things that come naturally to him.
Since he didn't raise his arm, Bao Shan had to think of another way. She used all her strength to pull and finally ripped off half of Xiao Yujing's sleeve.
The flickering orange candlelight stained Xiao Yujing's frosty, snow-white skin with a honey-colored hue. He was only wearing half his underwear, and because he was nestled in the palm-sized bed, his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a gorgeous color.
Baoshan was weak, and just by taking off half of Xiao Yujing's sleeve, a few drops of sweat appeared on her fair forehead. She lowered her head to look at her pajamas, which had also become wrinkled.
She parted her teeth slightly, biting her crimson lips. Her voice was trembling, her brows furrowed, and she looked extremely pitiful: "I don't know what I did to anger Xiao Lang, which made him so angry..."
As soon as the words fell, a crystal teardrop fell on the pajamas, leaving a dark brown water mark.
The more Baoshan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. It was clearly the same thing that happened to Xiao Yujing several times before.
No matter how cold and distant he was on weekdays, once he collapsed onto the soft couch, he became incredibly considerate, completely ignoring the need for her to wait on him. Then, he became even more gentle and attentive, their silence lingering, the only sound being the sound of their breathing. With his heart agitated, he could think of nothing else.
She has always been gentle and respectful, and has never angered Xiao Yujing.
Bao Shan's body trembled slightly, and the bite mark on her red lips became deeper. She suddenly felt a little guilty: It seemed that there was indeed something...
Baoshan is slender, just like the crabapple flowers planted in the yard, delicate and graceful.
How could a delicate flower like the crabapple withstand the washing of rain all night? Its soft leaves and petals would surely be bent by the wind, and it could only curl up into a ball and face the wind and rain with a permissive attitude.
Sleeping, coma, and unclear consciousness are the ways that the crabapple flower curls up.
Xiao Yujing acted like a gentleman, but seeing the crabapple blossoms like this, he could only extinguish the candles and go to sleep.
Baoshan's sobbing became softer and softer, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly, making her look even more pitiful.
Xiao Yujing's heart moved slightly. As early as when Baoshan shed tears, he wanted to reach out his hand, but his reason held him back.
Seeing Baoshan's pitiful appearance at this time, her body trembling slightly, she must have cried very hard. Xiao Yujing rubbed her with his fingers and was about to wipe away the tears from the corners of Baoshan's eyes.
Bao Shan suddenly raised her head, the corners of her eyes reddened, as if stained with a thin layer of rouge. A soft, feeble voice rang out, "Xiao Lang couldn't enjoy himself to the fullest, and I feel guilty. It's only right that Xiao Lang takes his anger out on me."
When she said this, there was still a gleam of light in Baoshan's eyes, which was extremely charming.
If any man with a weak mind were to see such a pitiful behavior, he would surely be heartbroken and want to punish himself in exchange for making the beauty smile. Then, in his heart, he would despise himself: How could he vent his anger on Baoshan for such a private matter? It was because he was greedy for pleasure, indulged in it, and did not know how to restrain himself, which prevented the beautiful thoughts in his heart from being relieved.
Xiao Yujing felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said with a light smile: "It's okay."
The hand that Xiao Yujing wanted to stretch out just now was also retracted by him, and pressed on the soft pillow made of golden silk.
This pillow should have been extremely soft, but when Xiao Yujing pressed his palm on it, he felt something strange - why was there a hard object?
Bao Shan's crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Xiao Lang, don't do that!"
But Xiao Yujing acted quickly and had already lifted up the golden silk pillow. As expected, there was a square hard object under the pillow. It was a small book, much thinner than the book of poems, books and classics.
Bao Shan saw this and knew that there was no turning back, so she lowered her head, like a delicate flower ravaged by wind, frost, rain and snow.
Xiao Yujing moved his fingers slightly and opened the book in his palm. What he saw was extremely simple——
Just two poorly drawn figures superimposed on each other...
This is actually a picture of spring boudoir plays.
His painting skills can only be described as mediocre, but his works are full of variety and ingenuity...
It's so filthy and disgusting!
Xiao Yujing closed the small book, and his already cold features became even colder, as if it were freezing cold, almost frostbiting someone.
"Where did it come from?"
Just by listening to the voice, it was impossible to tell whether Xiao Yujing was angry or not.
Bao Shan said timidly, "My mother gave it to me so that I can learn more and keep Xiao Lang."
Xiao Yujing's face was stern: "Mom? It's that matchmaker again who treated the precious fan like a skinny Yangzhou horse and sold it."
Not only did he raise Bao Shan to be as weak as a willow in the wind, so that she could only rely on others to survive, he also intended to teach her these methods of clinging to others.
In Xiao Yujing's opinion, trying to tie a man to her side by relying on the secret of the bed was the most foolish thing to do.
Everyone in the world is fickle, especially men. They will even give up the people around them for high positions, good salaries and a bright future.
Before he entered officialdom, Xiao Yujing had seen people who gave their wives to others as concubines in order to plot their way to a high position.
But the young lady who was transferred was still infatuated and was willing to be sent away.
It can be seen that no matter how long the time passes, the only ones who are deceived are women.
Xiao Yujing raised his arm slightly and took off the remaining half of his inner garment. Seeing this, Baoshan obediently threw herself into his arms, with her hands hanging loosely on his waist.
Xiao Yujing's palm stroked the cascading black hair. Listening to the precious fan in her arms, she spoke softly, "Mom... this is also for my own good..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the aura around Xiao Yujing had become even colder.
Xiao Yujing curled the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling a little inexplicably unhappy in his heart: that matchmaker treated Baoshan as a tool and raised her to have a soft personality. She couldn't live on her own without anyone to rely on. How could such a profit-seeking person be described as "good" in Baoshan's mouth?
Xiao Yujing felt depressed, as if a huge rock was lying across his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
In Xiao Yujing's heart, a voice seemed to be clamoring: What about me? That matchmaker treats you well, so I treat you badly? It's true. After all, Baoshan and her "mother" had lived together for decades. How could he, who had only spent a few months with her, compare to them?
The voice was filled with great indignation, and was filled with a surge of impulse, which was completely contrary to Xiao Yujing's usual rationality.
Xiao Yujing shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind and thought to himself that it was not him.
It's just a bunch of complicated thoughts that arise from momentary anger.
His palm slid down along the thin and fragile bones on the back, causing the person under him to shudder.
Lying on the soft pillow, Baoshan's sight saw not the long and winding silk canopy on the large carved bed, but a veil made up of layers of light gauze.
It was drizzling outside the window. It was raining. The drizzle was as soft as silk, and the rain was hitting the banana leaves, looking so weak.
The wind and rain came, blowing the delicate leaves of the grass and trees in the yard all over the place.
The rain is changeable. Sometimes it is a violent storm that makes the flowers and plants in the yard unable to withstand it. The next moment it turns into a drizzle, as warm and gentle as a breeze.
The bed was only an inch in size and was too small, so Xiao Yujing usually had to half-hug the precious fan while sleeping on it.
But now, there was room on the narrow bed, and both of them lay on their sides, their backs against their chests.
The large carved bed was probably old and was making a sudden creaking noise. The rain outside the window was incessant, and all the sounds inside the house were no longer clear.
Xiao Yujing had an excellent memory. He only took a quick look at the painting just now, but he memorized all the little people drawn with such clumsy painting skills in his mind.
He is a good painter and also a good copyist.
The continuous rain blew obliquely into the house, and Baoshan felt soft all over, and she seemed to realize that someone had put thick clothes on her.
But she diverted her attention and looked at the night scene outside the window, because at this time, she became more and more confused.
In the courtyard, soft, thornless vines cling to the hard walls.
Inside the room, unlike before, Baoshan could not see Xiao Yujing's face, but could only hear that slightly hoarse voice.
Now, she was facing Xiao Yujing face to face, and could even see the beads of sweat on his brows clearly.
The precious fan was embraced by Xiao Yujing, who retreated step by step.
Her slender waist pressed against something cold, and the sound of raindrops falling became clearer and clearer beside her ears, making Baoshan vaguely realize that she had come to the window, and the thing behind her was the window eaves.
As the sound of rain became increasingly urgent, Baoshan's soft hair all hung down, caressing the window frame like waves.
"hold me."
Xiao Yujing's voice fell into Baoshan's ears.
The mood is as intense as the night.
Upon hearing this, Baoshan hugged Xiao Yujing's neck tightly, and her soft and boneless body relied completely in Xiao Yujing's arms.
In the past, the precious fan could hide the embarrassment on her face in the dim night.
But today, the candles remained unextinguished, and Xiao Yujing observed every slight ripple on Baoshan's delicate face. Her face was as delicate as a flower, her eyes full of affection. No man could harden his heart under the gaze of such a pair of radiant and beautiful eyes.
Xiao Yujing leaned over, wanting to take a closer look at the blush at the corners of Baoshan's eyes.
Baoshan was so weak and powerless that she had no time to observe Xiao Yujing's words and expressions. When Xiao Yujing lowered his head, she pecked the corner of his mouth with her soft lips.
A dragonfly touches the water, fleeting.
The sound of rain suddenly stopped, just like Xiao Yujing's motionless behavior at this moment, which made Baoshan feel at a loss. She felt like she was standing in the middle of a single-plank bridge with a turbulent river under it, unable to advance or retreat.
She could only weakly ask Xiao Yujing for help, as only he could rescue her from this difficult situation.
"Xiao Lang, okay... wuwu... don't... feel uncomfortable..."
Xiao Yujing's eyes regained clarity. Under the flickering candlelight, their intertwined figures were reflected on the thin window paper. He was momentarily surprised: he was so reluctant to part with the fan, forcing it into his arms.
He stared at the precious fan intently, taking in her opening and closing red lips and her furrowed brows.
Although he was not a considerate person, he suddenly understood Baoshan's feelings at this moment and made her stop frowning.
It was a long night and the rain in the yard kept falling all night long.
Baoshan sat upright on a wooden chair, listening obediently to Wang's teachings.
Wang Shi did not hide her disdain for Madam Luo at all: “The villa is running out of money and has started selling off its jewelry.
To be honest, the mansion was not stingy in giving money to Madam Luo.
If she hadn't been extravagant, she could have lived a good life, at least having enough food and clothing. Why would she end up like this?"
Bao Shan said meekly, "The Madam is in charge of the household affairs of the mansion, so she naturally knows how to increase income and expenditure."
Wang, who was always dignified, could not hide her joy when she heard this. When she got married, her family gave her several shops as a dowry, all of which were her private property.
After entering the Xiao Mansion, Wang took advantage of her position as the head of household affairs to learn many ways of making profits and doing business, which she applied to her own shop and now has reaped great rewards.
Now, hearing Bao Shan's praise, she couldn't hide the joy on her lips - she really had some experience in making profits and spending.
The maid brought a plate of honey glutinous rice cakes. Baoshan just picked up one and found it too sweet. Her stomach churned and she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.
But Wang still noticed the abnormality on her face.
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