Qin Yuhang fed his wife soup, let Mochi scoop away the bowl, and lay outside the bed, holding her in his arms from Lao Shiyi’s arm. Although the men had fought for half an afternoon and half a night, they were still spirited.
Lao Shiyi was depressed for a moment, and could only pull her arm and place her hand between his legs, grasping her small hand on his manhood.
Qin Yuhang raised his eyebrows: “Just hold it for a moment, don’t disturb the lady’s rest.”
Lao Shiyi responded with a grunt, feeling satisfied.
Mochi scooped up the bowl and left to sleep in her own room. Lao Shi extinguished the lamp and lay on the bed by the window.
Ye Hui woke up at noon the next day, her body aching as if falling apart. When she moved, she found herself completely naked, about to bend and pick up the neatly folded light pink clothes by the bed. Mochi’s daily morning task was to take Ye Hui’s clothes from the night before to wash, fold them clean, and place them nearby for her to wear when she woke up.
Qin Yuhang entered with a tray, seeing her awake, his face full of smiles: “My lady was tired last night, rest in bed. There’s nothing to do, even if there were, you wouldn’t need to go. We men are here.”
Ye Hui remembered the previous night’s five-person scene, her heart filled with sweetness, giving him a coquettish glare: “I’m hungry.”
Qin Yuhang placed the tray on the bedside table: “This is a meal specially prepared by Mochi’s instructions, a lean meat and preserved egg porridge made from beef bone soup, light and nutritious, easy to digest, most suitable for my lady.”
He fed her spoonful by spoonful, and seeing her appetite was good, he smiled and called A Jin to fetch another bowl from the kitchen.
Ye Hui ate half a bowl, gradually recovering her strength. Under Qin Yuhang’s care, she dressed, groomed herself, and looked in the rhombus mirror – her skin was snow-white, her eyebrows hinting at spring, incredibly charming.
