Yaojue's heart was pounding like a little deer, but when she got onto the bed, the master was exceedingly gentle with her.
Yaojue raised her head, her delicate neck appearing as if wrapped in a layer of flame under the red candlelight in the room...
She poured all her longing and fantasies of love onto the man in front of her.
And much, much later...
The room was quiet.
Li Yuan inexplicably felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
If his relationship with Lady Yan was intimate and loving, with the innkeeper's wife respectful like a couple, with Cui Huayin a desire for beauty, and with the maids Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju a daily routine without much affection, then with this maid Yaojue before him... it was a perfect union.
This sense of union surprised him.
"Thank you, Yaojue," he said softly.
The maid in his arms was momentarily stunned, pressing her long legs closer to him, and replied softly, "Thank you, master."
