In a room of the Liu courtyard, sounds of passionate moans escaped. Through the slightly open window, one could see an intimate scene unfolding on the bed, with intertwined bodies creating a living erotic painting.
After everything in the room concluded, the woman nestled in the man’s arms, softly asking, “Young Master, will you stay the night here?”
Zhao Yeqing patted her bare shoulder, carelessly standing up, revealing his strong and sexy, completely uncovered body, and began dressing.
A hint of disappointment appeared on the woman’s face, pleading with a hint of reluctance: “Young Master, please stay!”
At this moment, Zhao Yeqing fastened the last button, now fully dressed, with a warm smile on his face. Gently patting the woman’s cheek, he said softly: “Be good, I’ll come to accompany you another day. You’re exhausted, so rest early.”
The woman reluctantly grabbed Zhao Yeqing’s hand, rubbing her cheek against it, as if seeking a promise.
” He was a hero and chivalrous man in everyone’s eyes. Since he brought back that female slave three days ago, she had been afraid that she might lose him forever. She didn’t expect his entire devotion, only hoping he would occasionally remember her; just a glance would be enough. She feared even this small request might be too much.
Zhao Yeqing’s warm smile changed. Impatiently, he said, “Liu’er, when did you become so timid? Do you want me to disappear from your sight?”
The woman named Liu’er fearfully let go of Zhao Yeqing’s hand, timidly begging: “Liu’er knows her mistake, Young Master. Please don’t be angry. Liu’er won’t do it again.”
Zhao Yeqing returned to his previous gentleness. “Liu’er, don’t make the same mistake again. Stay in your place.” Then he left the Liu courtyard without hesitation.
Liu’er watched Zhao Yeqing’s retreating back, tearfully and helplessly. Loving him was the beginning of entering hell, never to be redeemed. To him, women were merely tools for releasing desire, called upon and dismissed at will. He had never truly cared for any woman.
