The night was deep and quiet.
The excitement at the Marquis of Nanhai’s mansion had dispersed, and Yi Yan Geng arrived under the moonlight.
Aunt He felt that Young Master Yi had truly come at the perfect time!
She personally went out to welcome him in.
Aunt He, taking advantage of Yi Yan Geng’s first visit to the new residence and his first time entering the Fuyun Xuan, assumed he wouldn’t know where Xie Jiang’s living quarters were, and planned to repeat her previous tactic.
Yi Yan Geng, seeing Aunt He’s overly enthusiastic smile and considering the time, understood everything.
Had Aunt He forgotten that her young master was actually a girl?
What kind of auntie serving a young lady would be so zealous, always trying to stuff men into her young mistress’s bed!
This time, Yi Yan Geng did not fall for Aunt He’s scheme. He refused Aunt He’s kind offer to lead the way and found Xie Jiang’s bedroom himself to wait.
Aunt He’s gaze was clear, as if to say he was ungrateful and didn’t know how to seize a great opportunity.
The envoy from Lan Yong was already on their way to the capital, and it was said they would arrive in a few days. Based on Aunt He’s understanding of Young Master Su Yang, Young Master Su Yang would definitely be accompanying them.
Aunt He dared not speak for the other young masters, but who among the people around her young master couldn’t see Su Yang’s intentions? He would undoubtedly be vying for favor in the future.
If Young Master Su Yang arrived in a few days, would Young Master Yi still have so many opportunities?
Aunt He felt her good intentions had been wasted.
Yi Yan Geng did not think so.
Yi Yan Geng did not feel Aunt He’s good intentions; Aunt He looked at him as if selecting goods.
Aunt He simply felt that his quality was acceptable and he was qualified for her young master’s enjoyment.
What kind of good intention was that?
Yi Yan Geng surveyed her living quarters. As usual, they were in a simple, understated style.
From any angle, it didn’t look like a typical young girl’s room.
After Yi Yan Geng sat down on the couch, the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. Had Aunt He ever given anyone else such an opportunity?!
How many times had Aunt He done this so skillfully?
Had she refused, or had she enjoyed it with a clear conscience?!
It would be a miracle if she could refuse!
A storm gathered in Yi Yan Geng’s eyes, his killing intent so potent it seemed to materialize.
Familiar footsteps circled around the screen and entered. Yi Yan Geng’s gaze, sharp as a frost sword, swept over. He had intended to verbally flay Xie Jiang a few times, but upon looking up, his murderous intent instantly dissipated.
She, she actually…
Xie Jiang emerged from the bath, casually slipped on a nightgown, and walked in. Her shoulders were half-revealed, and under Yi Yan Geng’s gaze, a large portion of it slipped down without warning.
Most importantly, she wasn’t wearing a chest binder…
Why wasn’t she wearing…
As the light, silken nightgown slid down, no landscape in the world could compare to this scene.
Yi Yan Geng had long forgotten his intention to glare her to death. The expanse of pale, smooth skin before him dazzled his eyes, and his anger and shock transformed into leaping sparks.
Xie Jiang walked in with a frown, having no intention of seducing Yi Yan Geng.
She walked over and weakly sat on Yi Yan Geng’s lap.
Yi Yan Geng didn’t know where to look. Beneath the deep ravine seemed to be a bottomless abyss, possessing a mysterious power that drew people into endless submersion.
“Can’t you just put on your clothes properly? It’s gradually getting into autumn, do you want to drink bitter medicine again?”
Yi Yan Geng firmly pulled her collar up, locking away those life-threatening sights.
“It hurts, help me rub it.”
Xie Jiang leaned into Yi Yan Geng’s embrace, grabbed his hand, and pressed it to her chest.
Yi Yan Geng’s entire arm went numb, the numbness traveling to his brain.
For a moment, Yi Yan Geng felt his soul leave his body.
“Wh-what’s wrong? Are you injured?”
After a long while, Yi Yan Geng found his voice.
He seemed to have heard her cry out in pain.
Xie Jiang’s small face scrunched up in pain. “I’m growing, the momentum has been a bit strong lately, and I have to bind them every day. Are they feeling wronged and deliberately retaliating against me? It hurts like hell.”
Yi Yan Geng felt the little darling in his hands growing hotter and hotter. The veins on his arm bulged, almost to the point where he couldn’t hold on.
Did she know what she was doing!
Did she know that he…
But why should he let go? His own little darling, why couldn’t he touch her?
Moreover, she looked genuinely in pain.
“You, don’t bind them too tightly in the future, loosen them a bit.”
If she damaged herself, she would be the one suffering in the end.
Regardless of the reason, she had to take care of her body.
Yi Yan Geng tried to comfort his little darling, but his technique was clumsy and unfamiliar. He gently rubbed her through the barely-there clothing, and Xie Jiang cried out in pain, slapping his hand away!
“Ahhhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Yi Yan Geng, your hands! Why are they so heavy!”
Xie Jiang grabbed his hand and looked at it. It was as hard as cast iron. She disdainfully pushed his hand away, forbidding it from touching her again.
Originally, hearing her cry so miserably, Yi Yan Geng felt a bit guilty, but her disdainful tone made him uncomfortable.
“Whose hands aren’t heavy? Tell me!”
Xu Heng Yan’s hands were the best-looking she had ever seen. Although they had become rough from farming recently, but…
“No one, no one.”
Yi Yan Geng’s eyes instantly turned cold. “Xu Heng Yan’s hands aren’t heavy?”
Xie Jiang, already irritable from the pain, jumped up upon hearing his words. “Yi Yan Geng, are you crazy! Coming here to be sarcastic at me late at night!”
She dared to say that in that moment, she wasn’t thinking of Xu Heng Yan!
He was being sarcastic!
Yi Yan Geng pulled Xie Jiang back, pinning her onto the couch with his hands and feet. He didn’t care if she was his little darling anymore. His iron-like palm gripped her, and amidst her startled cries, he began to knead.
She still had the leisure to think of Xu Heng Yan!
He was right in front of her, and she still had the leisure to think of Xu Heng Yan!
“Ahhhhhhh Yi Yan Geng, are you trying to court death like this! Yi Yan Geng, are you not planning to leave this room tonight!”
Did he naively believe that the outcome between men and women depended on a disparity in strength?
He thought that by pinning her down, he could do whatever he pleased, right?
Then she would see who would be able to do whatever they pleased in the end!
How could Yi Yan Geng be afraid of her threat!
Who exactly was courting death!
What if he didn’t leave this room tonight? “First, tell me properly, whose hands aren’t heavy?!”
Aunt He, upon hearing the commotion inside, led the servants in the courtyard to stay away.
Although her young master seemed to be crying out miserably, as if Young Master Yi had the upper hand, the night had only just begun.
In front of Young Master Yi, how could her young master lose?
The two in the bedroom went back and forth, fighting from the couch to the floor, and from the floor to the bed.
As if they were tireless.
The next morning, Yi Yan Geng emerged from the room. Aunt He took a deliberate look at him. Young Master Yi’s steps seemed a bit unsteady as he walked.
After causing a commotion for almost the entire night, it was normal for his steps to be unsteady.
Aunt He looked at Yi Yan Geng with more favor, a hint of a satisfied smile on her face. Judging by his appearance, her young master had succeeded last night?