Since returning to the Wang Fu, he had been leaving early and returning late. Aside from their passionate nighttime encounters, they seemed unable to connect emotionally. This left her feeling conflicted, alternating between hating and resenting him. The mixed emotions tormented her, leading her to sing “White Fox” in the pavilion.
“I’m sorry! It’s my fault. I’ve been busy handling too many things. Tomorrow, I’ll set everything aside to spend time with you, okay?”
He apologized while softly kissing her. He had been leaving early and returning late, hoping to finish quickly and spend time with her, but had overlooked her helplessness in a new place.
“Really? That’s great!” She laughed, her sadness of the past days instantly dissipating. She straddled him, her small hands roaming over his body.
He pulled her head down, gently sucking on her lips and moving down along her collarbone, one hand caressing her chest. Sweet moans began to rise. Unable to restrain his impulse, he kissed her with a mix of madness and desire, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. The bewitching night was just beginning.
“Miss, miss!” Hearing the maidservant Xiaoyue’s voice, Lan Lan slowly opened her eyes. She found her bedmate’s warmth long gone.
“Xiaoyue, what time is it?” Lan Lan softly asked.
“Miss, it’s already the hour of the Snake!” Xiaoyue replied.
They were supposed to call her “Wang Fei,” but she preferred “miss” to avoid complications, given the uncertainty of her relationship with Junhao.
She lingered in bed before taking the handkerchief Xiaoyue offered to wash her face.
Xiaoyue’s delicate embroidery had quickly won over Lan Lan with its exquisite designs of lifelike birds and flowers. She styled Lan Lan’s hair beautifully every day, making her look particularly charming and lively. The blue gauze dress highlighted her spirited qualities, making her eye-catching.
This was her first time going out in several days. Lin Bo had previously restricted her movements, saying Wang Ye ordered her to stay for her safety unless he accompanied her.
Entering the front hall, she saw Long Junhao drinking tea. She reached out, taking the cup and drinking several gulps. Picking up an osmanthus cake, she took a bite. Delicious! The cake melted in her mouth, sweet but not cloying, showcasing impressive ancient culinary skills.
“Let’s go!” She grabbed his hand and headed outside.
