"That's fine. That's fine."
Before they knew it, the two had been playing chess for an hour.
"Your Highness, it's getting late. It's time to go to bed."
Jun Zechen nodded slightly.
Su Jingyao's delicate face was slightly flushed, like a pink peach, sweet and attractive.
Jun Zechen didn't know why she suddenly blushed, so he could only wait for her to speak.
Su Jingyao's heart was tangled with confusion. After struggling for several times, she finally mustered up the courage and said softly, "Your Highness, let me undress you."
When Jun Zechen heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he almost subconsciously refused: "I'll do it myself."
Su Jingyao's face instantly revealed a deep sense of loss, and a hint of hurt flickered in her beautiful eyes.
She murmured softly, "I have overstepped my bounds. I know Your Highness despises me. After asking today, I will not ask again. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
Jun Zechen stared at her pitiful and injured appearance, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity in his heart.
His lips parted slightly, "That's not what I meant."
He himself couldn't explain why this happened. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to Ling Yue being around, and he would always subconsciously reject other women.
However, looking at the woman's lowered head in front of him, he felt a little distressed.
He seemed to be rejecting her all the time. Was he being too cruel to her?
"Your Highness, there is no need to comfort me. I understand everything. If Your Highness does not need my service, I will..."
"Did I ever say I didn't need your service? How can a concubine be so unruly?"
Jun Zechen's gaze fell on the woman with her head lowered, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Su Jingyao raised her head in astonishment, blinked her big watery eyes, and showed a look of confusion, obviously not understanding his intention.
Then, Jun Zechen closed his eyes and slowly opened his arms.
Seeing this, Su Jingyao knew that the man accepted her approach, and a smug smile appeared on her face.
She took a step forward and almost leaned into Jun Zechen's arms. Her small hands gently fell on his waist and began to untie his belt. She then hung it on the exquisite yellow flower, li grass and dragon pattern hanger beside the bed.
After finishing all this, she returned to Jun Zechen's side again. Her small hands were as light as feathers, gently falling on Jun Zechen's chest, slowly sliding along his chest to his shoulders, and gently taking off his outer robe.
When Jun Zechen felt the woman's touch through his underwear, his body involuntarily became a little stiff.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, as if trying to restrain something, and never opened them.
Until the woman took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear.
After Su Jingyao hung up the clothes neatly, she stood lightly in front of the man.
Jun Zechen was tall, and the woman had already gently taken off the outer gauze.
Although the tube-top style inner skirt is of ordinary style, perhaps because the woman's graceful curves are particularly attractive, Jun Zechen stared at her from top to bottom, with a barely perceptible fluctuation in his eyes.
As if he was deeply attracted, yet a little uncomfortable, his eyes flickered unconsciously, sometimes wandering, sometimes fixed.
Su Jingyao tilted her head slightly, and her scallion-like jade fingers gently hooked one of the man's fingers.
Jun Zechen's body trembled instinctively and he wanted to shake her off, but the woman's heartbreaking look of loss and hurt just now flashed through his mind, and he forcibly suppressed the impulse.
She is the daughter of a wealthy family who has lived a life of luxury and has never suffered any injustice. Now that I reject her again and again, will she cry secretly when no one is around?
When Su Jingyao saw that he did not refuse, a barely perceptible joy flashed across her face, and a hint of shyness moved in her eyes.
She took light steps, took his hand, and slowly led him to her dressing table.
"Your Highness, please sit down for a while and wait for me, okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley.
Jun Zechen looked at her with a little confusion, not understanding what she was up to, so he had to sit obediently in front of her dressing table.
He casually glanced at himself in the mirror, then his eyes moved away and fell on her exquisite dressing table.
This dressing table is carved from a whole piece of high-quality pear wood. The table is filled with a variety of small jars, exuding a faint fragrance.
Su Jingyao walked into the room again lightly. Miaoyun and Miaoxue each carefully carried a basin of water.
Miaoxue gently placed the basin of water at the prince's feet, and then gently took off his shoes.
Jun Zechen naturally put his feet into the basin, enjoying the perfect comfort.
Then, Miaoxue carefully placed another basin on the cabinet next to the dressing table, and then retreated silently.
"What are you keeping in suspense?" Jun Zechen's voice was filled with curiosity.
"Just now, when I was playing chess with His Highness, I was a little close to him and happened to notice that his eyes were slightly bruised. I think it must be because he has been busy with state affairs recently and he hasn't had enough rest."
"I have some excellent beauty ointment here. Can I apply some on you?" Su Jingyao's tone was gentle and her eyes were full of concern.
Jun Zechen was slightly startled, showing a look of surprise, and then nodded slightly to show his agreement.
Su Jingyao elegantly took a purple jar from the dressing table and carefully scooped out an appropriate amount of ointment with the back of her onion-like nails.
Then she bent down slightly, and with gentle and delicate movements, like a breeze, she gently applied the ointment under his eyes.
The two of them were so close that Jun Zechen could even clearly hear her soft breathing, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing past his ears.
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