The sweat beads on Caiyu's forehead glistened like pearls under the lamp light. She suddenly tore open the front of her dress.
Her delicate collarbone and the soft curves of her chest were revealed. Her skin, which should have been as fair as snow, was now flushed, covered in a rosy hue like a morning glow. The sweat on her forehead rolled down her cheek and landed on her chest.
Song Yinghuai's eyes were as deep as the sea. He watched as a bead of sweat slid down and stopped on the tip of her breast, trembling like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf in the early morning, tempting him to take it into his mouth.
This scene had a powerful impact on Song Yinghuai. He immediately felt a surge of blood rushing through his veins, as if he had taken some kind of aphrodisiac.
Caiyu continued to undress herself layer by layer, like peeling an onion. Her fair and delicate body was gradually exposed.
Song Yinghuai's mind went blank.
Although he had interacted with Caiyu several times before, they had always been somewhat reserved. This was the first time they had been so naked in front of each other.
His hands on her waist tightened. His heavy breathing was clearly audible. He began to regret that he had gone too far and now found himself in a difficult situation.
Caiyu was now completely naked. Her voice was filled with unbearable impatience. "My lord... Open the quilt..."
She was in a daze. Song Yinghuai was lying under her, separated by a brocade quilt. In their frantic struggle, they couldn't seem to get rid of the barrier between them.
Her voice was so sweet that it could drip honey. Song Yinghuai's mind exploded. He suddenly sat up and bit down on her.
The glistening sweat bead was finally taken into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed violently as the slightly salty taste spread in his mouth.
Caiyu let out a soft cry, as if burned by a branding iron. She wrapped her arms around his head, not allowing him to leave.
"My lord, my lord..." Caiyu pleaded like a person in a dream. "Please fulfill this servant..."
The lives and honor of the Lan family... It all depended on this moment!
When Song Yinghuai lifted his handsome face from her chest, it was filled with lust. For a few moments, he was speechless, as if he could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.
The next moment, he pushed the woman sitting on him down and kissed her from head to toe.
His thin lips left a trail of fire on her body. Her soft moans echoed in the room.
Especially when he lingered on her most sensitive spot, Caiyu felt as if she was floating in the clouds. Her whole body was as hot as a cooked shrimp.
The room was filled with a hazy darkness. The candles in the palace lanterns had gone out because no one had added oil. Only a thin layer of moonlight filtered in from outside, making the following long kisses seem like a dream...
...
An autumn rain had knocked down the magnolia flowers in the courtyard. The moon - white petals were scattered on the ground, trembling in the rain.
When Caiyu woke up, she heard the sound of the rain outside the window and was in a daze.
The events of last night flashed through her mind, and her head buzzed.
Footsteps sounded outside the palace. Song Yinghuai walked in. Seeing her staring blankly at the top of the ice - plum patterned bed curtain, he pursed his lips slightly.
"You're the first servant who wakes up later than the master."
Caiyu turned her head and saw his red - tinged thin lips moving.
Last night, those lips had kissed her there.
Her gaze shifted downwards, and she saw a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging from his hand. His fingers were well - defined and full of lust.
Caiyu was immediately filled with shame and anger.
Last night, he had actually...
Song Yinghuai stared at her ashen face. His expression returned to its usual coldness. "Feeling wronged? You begged me to save you last night. Didn't I help you relieve your pain? Maybe you want to do it one more time..."
"Thank you, my lord." Caiyu interrupted him. Thinking of her wanton cries last night and the sticky mess in the room, she felt extremely embarrassed. She forced herself to get out of bed.
She endured the soreness between her legs and knelt down. Angrily, she replied, "This servant is extremely grateful for the great kindness of the lord last night. This servant will never forget it!"
She emphasized the words "never forget" with great resentment.
Song Yinghuai looked at her stubborn appearance and tightened his grip on the Buddhist beads. Displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Was she still angry?
Did she know how hard he had worked last night too?
In the end, she had relieved the effect of the medicine, but he had almost burst from the pent - up desire!
Song Yinghuai was experiencing for the first time what it felt like to shoot himself in the foot.
Song Yinghuai took a deep breath and said coldly, "I thought about it this morning. There are indeed too few affairs in the Lotus Sound Pavilion, so you're so idle that you always come up with all kinds of crazy ideas..."
Caiyu looked up at Song Yinghuai blankly.
What was he going to do?
Song Yinghuai said, "I've selected some of my private properties for you to manage. From now on, besides handling all the internal affairs of the pavilion, you also need to learn how to check accounts, count, inspect, and manage goods..."
Caiyu watched Song Yinghuai's thin lips moving. Her ears were buzzing.
What was Song Yinghuai saying?
He said he was going to hand over his private properties to her?
In this era, noble families and royal relatives not only had family properties but also many private properties.
Especially private properties, which could only be managed by trusted people.
If Song Yinghuai was going to hand over his private properties to her, did it mean that she had taken a big step forward in his heart?
Had she become one of Song Yinghuai's trusted people?
Thinking of this, the humiliation of last night suddenly disappeared from her heart, and her lost confidence returned.
"This servant thanks the lord for his appreciation!" Caiyu replied loudly this time.
Song Yinghuai paused for a moment. Seeing her change from depression to vitality, his own dissatisfaction also dissipated.
It seemed that she was really too idle, which was why she had time to think about how to climb into his bed.
He had countless properties under his name. It was a good idea to give her a few mediocre ones to keep her busy.
It could also make her grateful and let her guard down.
"Make the bed. Come with me this afternoon." Song Yinghuai pointed his chin at the messy bed and then left.
Caiyu turned her head and saw the half - dry stains on the bed sheets and the brocade quilt. The memories of last night rushed back to her mind.
She swayed and almost fainted again.
Shame, all shame!
She angrily rolled up all the embarrassing memories and carried them to the laundry pool herself. She scrubbed them vigorously for a whole morning.
At noon, Song Yinghuai appeared in the bedroom, accompanied by Zhu Xiao.
Caiyu had just finished cleaning and was still a little out of breath. Seeing Zhu Xiao looking listless, different from his usual energetic self, she asked curiously,
"General Zhu, didn't you sleep well last night?"
Zhu Xiao had two dark circles under his eyes. His voice was weak. He nodded and replied, "Don't even mention it. I don't know what happened last night. I felt so hot and restless that I couldn't fall asleep at all. I got up in the middle of the night and practiced with my big sword for the whole night. That's why I don't even want to go to the barracks... I'm so sore all over!"
As soon as he mentioned soreness, Caiyu thought of her own aching body and the trembling soreness in her legs.
She then remembered that Zhu Xiao had eaten all the nourishing dishes she had made yesterday. No wonder he couldn't sleep.
Zhu Xiao asked puzzledly, "Miss Caiyu, was there something wrong with the tea you brewed yesterday? I've never had such a strange feeling before!"
Caiyu felt a twinge of guilt and immediately denied it. "There's nothing wrong with my tea. The lord drank the tea with the general yesterday, and the lord slept soundly all night!"
Song Yinghuai let out a soft laugh, his voice full of mockery.
Slept soundly all night?