Chapter 47: Can't Defile the Young Master
Mu Huaian suddenly remembered what Hu Shang said, adding spices to the butterfly color is most suitable for adding fun to the boudoir.
Although he had never experienced sexual intercourse, he knew that Yu Qinghuan was now experiencing the reaction of a woman's sexual arousal.
A strange fragrance lingered around his nose, with a hint of sweetness. In an instant, countless images flashed through Mu Huaian's mind, and finally stopped at the page of fire avoidance map that was opened in the carriage.
His breath brushed the newly blossomed hibiscus on the back of Yu Qinghuan's neck, and his fingertips unconsciously rolled over the wet marks on her lower back, but accidentally hooked the water-red belt.
Yu Qinghuan suddenly tensed her back and cried out, "Don't..."
The bright red belt around the waist untied at Mu Huaian's fingertips, and the bellyband fluttered lightly, barely hanging around his neck. Yu Qinghuan was so scared that she immediately picked up her coat, but she heard the dull sound of a wolf hair brush falling next to her ears.
Mu Huaian's warm palm grasped her wrist, preventing her from putting her coat back on. He said in a hoarse voice, "The paint isn't dry yet, the painting isn't finished yet."
He regretted it the moment he said it, because the excuse was so poor that even he was shocked.
That Hu merchant said that the color of butterflies from the Western Regions solidifies when it touches the skin, does not fade when it comes into contact with water, and will not stain clothes.
However, at this moment, Yu Qinghuan was unable to think about the loopholes in Mu Huaian's words. She bit her lips, feeling a little embarrassed. It was clearly fine when she used it last night, so why did it become like this when it came to Mu Huaian?
"Just continue painting, don't worry about me." She closed her eyes, grabbed her clothes to cover herself, and silently recited scriptures in her heart, hoping to finish it quickly.
Mu Huaian held his breath slightly, not letting the strange fragrance disturb his mind anymore, then he picked up his pen again and continued to add color to the unfinished drawing.
But when the tip of the pen rubbed against the waist, Yu Qinghuan suddenly tilted her neck back and whimpered. Mu Huaian's throat became drier, and a lot of fine sweat seeped out of the palm holding the pen.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally finished the last stroke. Looking at the hibiscus flowers slowly blooming on his back, a soft laugh escaped his lips, "Alright."
Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan hurriedly stood up, grabbing her clothes and trying to put them on. However, she had maintained the same posture for too long, and her legs were soft and numb, making it impossible for her to stand steadily. She also accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt, and in a panic, her whole body fell onto the table behind her!
Mu Huaian subconsciously pulled her, protecting the back of her head with his other hand, and his body hit the table.
The rice paper on the desk was knocked over and spread all over the floor like snow waves.
The autumn wind is blowing outside, but the house is filled with the lingering fragrance of butterflies, and the air is filled with the air of spring.
Yu Qinghuan's back pressed against the cold rice paper. The moment her nose touched Mu Huaian's, she tightly grasped the remaining clothes and looked at the eyes hidden under the mask. Her heart was beating nervously, faster and faster.
The hand that was originally protecting the back of her head fell to the back of her neck at some point, and the untied strap completely came loose under the hook of his fingertips.
Yu Qinghuan's pupils suddenly tightened, and the pair of eyes that usually had a gentle smile on their faces were now filled with a dark undercurrent that was unfamiliar to her.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing open the slightly closed door, making a slight creaking sound. Mu Huaian regained his senses and suddenly realized what he was doing, and stopped moving abruptly.
Yu Qinghuan also woke up, took the opportunity to push him away, and hurriedly picked up the scattered clothes on the ground and put them on.
Just as she was about to leave, Mu Huaian's voice came from behind her, "Will you come again?"
Yu Qinghuan paused, holding onto the door tightly, and didn't say a word for a long time. Finally, he ran away without even taking the remaining box of paint with him.
When the servant came in, he saw the room in a mess. His young master was sitting dejectedly beside an overturned table, and the surroundings were gloomy.
It was easy to guess what had just happened. It must be that his young master had suddenly done something to annoy Madam Yu, and that was why Madam Yu overturned the table and ran away.
"Sir, Madam Yu has left. Aren't you going to chase her?"
Mu Huaian clutched the water-red material tightly in his hand, took off the mask on his face, revealing half of the hideous scar, and sneered: "She won't come again."
She must be tired of herself.
...
Yu Qinghuan ran back to the village without even climbing over the wall. He ran directly back to the yard from the main gate and locked himself in the house, not even letting Sang Ru in.
She drank a whole pot of tea in succession, and then slapped her hot face hard, only then did she suppress the arousal she had just felt.
Sang Ru was knocking on the door outside, not understanding what had happened. Why did the lady suddenly come back without saying a word? She was just seen by the people from the farm. She didn't know if these people would say anything to the second master.
"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"
"lady?"
She shouted outside for a long time before Yu Qinghuan opened the door.
Sang Ru stared at Yu Qinghuan's flushed face suspiciously, "Madam, the young master just now..."
The look in her eyes made Yu Qinghuan feel guilty and her heart skipped a beat: This girl has always been smart, could she have figured out what just happened between her and Mu Huaian?
Sang Ru: "Did the young master hit you just now?"
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
Sang Ru: "Madam?"
Yu Qinghuan sighed, "No."
Sang Ru was puzzled. "Then why did you come back without waiting for me?"
As she spoke, she picked up the teapot and wanted to pour a cup of tea for Yu Qinghuan, but she found that the pot was full of tea when she went out earlier, but now it was empty, without a drop of tea.
Yu Qinghuan swallowed and thought: If I hadn't run back just now, I would have lost my mind and executed the young master who was once famous in the capital.
Thinking of what happened just now, she felt ashamed.
Sang Ru looked around and asked in confusion, "Madam, didn't you bring Die Cai back?"
Yu Qinghuan only then remembered that he had forgotten to bring his things back when he left, and he suddenly fell silent.
Sang Ruyu choked and wanted to ask something else.
Yu Qinghuan spoke first, blocking the words that were about to come out of her mouth:
"It's okay. There's not much of that stuff left. Get some clean clothes. I'm going to take a bath in the hot spring."
Sang Ru just felt that his wife was weird.
This feeling lasted until she delivered the clean clothes to the hot spring. When she was packing up the old clothes that Yu Qinghuan had taken off, she was shocked to find that the bellyband that Madam had worn out today was gone!
At this time, Yu Qinghuan was soaking in the hot spring, completely unaware of it. Her mind was full of the scenes in Mu Huaian's house just now. Thinking of the critical moment, she directly immersed her head in the pool, wanting the pool water to wash away the scenes in her mind.
But the longer she soaked in the hot spring, the hotter she felt, and she even felt that the hibiscus flowers on her back were burning.
It’s really weird, why are the things sold by that Hu merchant so powerful!
Looking at this scene, Sang Ru: "......"
She finally understood why the lady was acting strangely.
That day he said righteously that the young master had a noble character and that he should not be dragged into trouble or defiled.
Now my bellyband has been left to others!
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