"Better let Bao Qin serve the master..." She gently turned her head, her starry eyes dreamy as she gazed at the man's face, lips slightly parted as if asking for a kiss.
Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her. The little maid's sharp teeth never seemed to show at such moments, as hard as they usually were, they were just as soft and sweet now.
All that could be vaguely heard was her murmured whispers: "Take me, master... Bao Qin has waited... so long, so long..."
Zhao Changhe lifted her up a bit, Bao Qin felt something, closed her eyes, and kissed even more fervently.
Unbeknownst to them, another rose petal fell into the bucket.
...
Ling Ruoyu was in another courtyard, living quite far away. She couldn't hear the moaning from this side, nor would she dare to eavesdrop, but in her heart, she guessed what was happening on that side, so much so that she couldn't concentrate on recalling the battles of the past two days during her quiet meditation.
Too disgusting.
