Su Peisheng retreated to the door and waited quietly. The scene just now had also surprised him greatly. It seemed that the master doted on Consort Tong and treated her especially well.
The concubine broke into the study at night, but the master not only did not scold her, but also made him cover for her himself. Tonight proved that Concubine Tong was indeed favored as rumored, but how long could this favor last?
As he was pondering this, he heard the master inside call out softly, as if something had startled him. When he pushed open the door, he was stunned by what he saw and then quickly lowered his gaze.
"Grind the ink," a cool voice whispered.
"Yes," Su Peisheng silently walked to the desk, his eyes fixed straight ahead, focusing intently on adding water and grinding ink. It wasn't until the third watchman's clapper struck, after he had pulled out the lamp wick three times and added tea twice, that his master finally put down his brush, stretched his arm slightly, and heard his master's instructions.
"You may leave," Yinzhen said, lifting Tong Shi up and carrying her to the couch behind the screen to lie down.
After taking a bath, Yinzhen tidied up the papers on his desk, folded them neatly, picked up a book, covered it, glanced at the eunuch beside him, and said in a low voice, "Keep Quanfu's mouth shut and do not spread what happened tonight."
"twitter!"
Su Peisheng responded and left the study.
Yinzhen sat on the edge of the couch, his slender hand tracing the woman's pretty face in the lamplight, stopping at her slightly parted lips, feeling her soft breath brush against his fingertips.
She was sleeping so soundly. I was hoping to take this opportunity to calm my mind, but she disturbed my peace.
Nan Yi turned over in her sleep, her head facing inward. Yinzhen lay on his side on the bed, close to her fragrant and soft body, his head pressing against her cheek, his hand groping for the buttons on her front. After unbuttoning her clothes, he covered her soft body with his hand and gently rubbed it.
Her starry eyes were about to open, and she mumbled, "What is that?" She was still not awake. She haphazardly pressed down on the hand that was messing with her chest with her slender hand and stopped moving. Yinzhen was dissatisfied. Seeing that she refused to wake up, he squeezed the soft flesh in his palm hard.
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