cold clothes

Wang Yiqing was overjoyed to receive Yunqiu's invitation. Everyone said that Yunqiu, the courtesan, was aloof and beautiful. Although she was as beautiful as a fox spirit and as lovely as a flower fairy, she was extremely proud. Ordinary sweet words and gold and silver jewelry could not win her heart. However, Yunqiu had invited him to accompany her several times, even using Qingchun's name. Didn't Yunqiu's willingness to be intimate with him mean that she was in love with him?

Even such a proud and arrogant woman has fallen at his feet... Thinking this, Wang Yiqing couldn't wait and rushed to Fengxiang Tower. His mind was filled with the beautiful scene of enjoying wine and admiring beauties in the Jade Steps Pavilion. He thought to himself that it was better for courtesans to play around with women in broad daylight after drinking. Moreover, as soon as he arrived, a maidservant eagerly led him into the backyard, which made him even more excited and his blood boil. He secretly squeezed the meatball in his pocket, determined to show off his prowess.

But unexpectedly, he was taken to Shuiguangxuan.

Wang Yiqing's arrogant and domineering demeanor immediately deflated, followed by confusion and anger.

"What tricks is your master playing?" Wang Yiqing was furious, and his aristocratic aura pressed down on the maid.

But the maid did not tremble as he expected. She was humble but not afraid, and spoke tactfully: "Young master, please do not be anxious. The trick that the young lady is playing will surely please you. Please wait patiently."

Wang Yiqing frowned, but then he thought about it again. Indeed, courtesans were known for their many tricks, and the girls at Fengxiang Pavilion were the most adept at it all—that was what he liked most about them. He recalled the days he had spent with Yunqiu, days filled with blissful, ecstatic pleasure…

Well, Yunqiu is quite satisfied for now, and he's willing to be patient with a woman's little tricks.

Wang Yiqing's mood suddenly brightened, but waiting idly was too boring, so he turned his attention to the little maid and found that she was quite pretty, so he had the idea of ​​teasing her.

"Can you drink?" Wang Yiqing asked with a smile, reaching out to pinch the maid's chin and forcing her to lean closer to him. He was dashing and charming, confident that no woman could resist his flirting.

The maidservant was taken aback for a moment, then obediently leaned against him and said with a charming smile, "Of course, it would be my honor."

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Wang Yiqing waited for Yun Qiu for a long time, well, not that long, the little maid had a pair of skillful hands for serving people, so he didn't notice the passage of time.

"Ah—this is so comfortable! All my fatigue has vanished!" Wang Yiqing sighed contentedly as she lay on the couch. "I never imagined the maids at Fengxiang Pavilion had such superb skills!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Wang. It would be even better if you could reward me with some silver leaves!"

"Give me a massage, give me a massage, my back hurts, ouch, right here."

When Qingchun returned to Shuiguangxuan, this was the scene she saw: Yunqiu's maid was massaging, kneading, and rubbing her beloved Erlang, who was lying face down on the couch, moaning and groaning comfortably.

Qingchun: "..."

The young maidservant was the first to see Qingchun arrive. She immediately stopped what she was doing, bowed to Qingchun, and silently left. Wang Yiqing wondered why the maidservant had stopped kneading. He looked up, about to ask, but then he saw Qingchun standing prettily in front of him. Even though she was wearing a veil, he recognized her.

"Qingchun, your face is healed?" Wang Yiqing was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up with surprise. His eyes lit up because he was illuminated by Qingchun's beauty. The veil was so thin that it was almost transparent, and her snow-white face was clearly visible, showing no signs of any past injury.