Seeing Ye Qiu agree,
Zhu Zhuyun immediately smiled and handed the teacup to him. Just as Ye Qiu
was about to lean forward and sip the tea, Zhu Zhuyun quickly withdrew her hand, placing the cup below her narrow chest. Wisps of steam rose onto her black lace undergarment, revealing
glimpses of her snow-white cleavage.
Ye Qiu, with his keen eyesight, could see it clearly.
Zhu Zhuyun placed her hand on the back of Ye Qiu's head, smiling seductively, "Little Qiu, drink."
Seeing the teacup's position becoming increasingly precarious, Ye Qiu's lips twitched slightly.
"Sister Zhuyun..."
Before Ye Qiu could say anything,
Zhu Zhuyun's hand on the back of his head tightened, pressing Ye Qiu towards the teacup.
She wrapped one arm around Ye Qiu's neck, while the other held the teacup to her cleavage.
Ye Qiu's breath and the lingering warmth of the tea warmed Zhu Zhuyun's heart.
*Slurp!
* In this situation, Ye Qiu didn't refuse.
He embraced Zhu Zhuyun's slender body, biting the porcelain cup and taking a small sip.
Zhu Zhuyun adjusted her body and poured the rest of the tea into Ye Qiu's mouth.
At the same time, Ye Qiu suddenly felt a little short of breath, his handsome face seemingly trapped.
While drinking the tea, he washed his face.
*Thud!*
He finished the tea.
Zhu Zhuyun placed the cup on the table, held Ye Qiu's head in her arms, and wiped his mouth.
"Ugh~ Sister Zhuyun!"
Ye Qiu's muffled voice came from Zhu Zhuyun's embrace, his hands kneading her slender waist, unable to resist using some force. Zhu Zhuyun didn't feel pain, but it was very itchy.
It took a lot of effort for Ye Qiu to extricate himself from that incredibly soft and continuous embrace.
"Sister Zhuyun, I really should go."
"Okay, Xiaoqiu, I'll wait for you here tomorrow."
Zhu Zhuyun didn't linger, hugging Ye Qiu, her long, wet legs pressed together, and offering a passionate kiss with her red lips.
Ye Qiu watched, held back, and gave a light kiss.
Then he disappeared into the dimly lit room.
Only Zhu Zhuyun remained, a foolish smile on her face, her red lips moving as if savoring Ye Qiu's taste.
...
Yuexuan, top floor.
When Ye Qiu appeared in Tang Yuehua's room, his eyes immediately went to the bed.
When he left, the room should have been dark, but now it was brightly lit.
He knew without a doubt that Tang Yuehua had woken up.
He looked up.
What came into view was Tang Yuehua, wearing a loose, pale yellow silk nightgown, who seemed to have just woken up.
Her once-piled gray-blue hair was now casually draped behind her head, and her noble face still held a hint of drowsiness, but upon seeing Ye Qiu, it was filled with love and affection.
"Qiu,"
Tang Yuehua said gently, extending her hands towards Ye Qiu, slightly open.
The collar of her robe was slightly open, seemingly unable to linger on her smooth, fragrant shoulders, revealing her smooth, luminous shoulders and her rounded breasts, which were also partially covered.
Under the lamplight, her delicate body appeared even more rounded and full.
"Yuehua, you're awake."
Ye Qiu quickly stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently lifted Tang Yuehua's slipped clothes.
Even through the silk, the smoothness of her fragrant shoulders still stirred his heart, and the light, elegant scent of Tang Yuehua lingered in his nostrils, making him irresistibly alluring.
"Hmm."
Tang Yuehua nodded slightly, hugged Ye Qiu, and leaned on his shoulder.
The delicate fragrance of another girl on Ye Qiu's body naturally didn't escape her notice, being a woman herself.
She leaned in and gently kissed Ye Qiu, stroking her man's body, and asked, "Which sister did Qiu go to see?"
Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment, then hugged Tang Yuehua, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and truthfully replied, "Zhu Qing's older sister, Zhu Zhuyun, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family."
Ye Qiu wouldn't hide anything from Tang Yuehua's personality; she was rational and gentle, arguably the most perfect candidate for a first wife in feudal times.
Her ability to manage Yuexuan so successfully in the capital was evident.
"Zhu Qing's older sister?"
Tang Yuehua was only slightly surprised, curious about when Ye Qiu had become involved with her.
Without saying much, he calmly asked,
"Does Sister Zhuqing know?"
"Of course she knows."
Ye Qiu held Tang Yuehua's body, gently stroking her, holding her delicate form, kneading and shaping it in his hands, pinching her pert buttocks and gently squeezing them.
Tang Yuehua clutched Ye Qiu's clothes, letting out soft moans, looking down at the heat pack pressed against her stomach, a hint of shyness in her eyes. She
said softly, "It's getting late, Qiu, let's rest early."
"Okay."
Ye Qiu nodded, releasing the soft flesh in his hands.
Tang Yuehua gently unbuttoned Ye Qiu's collar and took off his coat.
Soon, Ye Qiu lay down in bed.
Tang Yuehua blushed, looking at her hands, feeling the warmth she had just felt.
Looking down at her full, graceful figure, she wrapped her arms around herself, gently lifting her round breasts, the two white moons seeming to leap out from her loose nightgown.
"Yuehua?"
Ye Qiu looked up at Tang Yuehua, who was still sitting on the bed, with a strange expression.
Tang Yuehua pursed her red lips, looking at her own narrow-mindedness, as if she had made up her mind. Even if she couldn't have a deep conversation with Ye Qiu now, she could still put him in a corner and share her feelings.
Hugging herself, Tang Yuehua's face was flushed, and she said softly,
"Qiu, can you get me the stockings?"
"Huh?"
Ye Qiu was a little confused, but he still reached out from the pile of clothes by the bed, pushed aside the sexy lingerie, took out the flesh-colored stockings, and handed them to Tang Yuehua.
"Yuehua, should I turn off the light?"
"Yes, turn it off."
Tang Yuehua nodded, pulled her stockings longer, put them behind her head, gathered her hair, and used the stockings to tie her hair up.
*Poof!
* Ye Qiu had already turned off the light.
He reached out to hug Tang Yuehua and lay her down on the bed to share a pillow with her.
He pounced on empty air, only grasping a large, smooth, and soft object. Upon closer inspection, it was merely Tang Yuehua's nightgown.
...
In the darkness.
Ye Qiu paused, suddenly wanting to sit up to search, but froze mid-motion. He felt a sharp yet unfamiliar threat, and a constricting pressure.
Like gentle ripples of water, it washed over Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu lay alone on the bed, exhaling a long, warm breath, his hands clutching the blanket around his stomach, gently stroking it.
In the dead of night, the entire Yuexuan was quiet.
Ye Qiu could feel heavy breathing, the warm, fragrant breeze, and that warm, jade-like sensation enveloping him.
Ye Qiu, his eyes half-closed and body tense, suddenly opened them, sitting up as if about to leap out of his skin. He opened his eyes,
sat up, tightly hugged the blanket, bent over and pressed his back several times, letting out a long sigh.