CHAPTER 015
The carriage had just pulled up at the Yun Prince's Manor, and a middle-aged woman, broad-shouldered and kind-faced, stood at the entrance with a slightly stern expression. Behind her were two servants.
Xiao Yuan was slightly surprised to see Chen the Steward, who had just returned from visiting her family, and she was the first to greet her, “Steward Chen.”
Steward Chen had always been fond of the young scholar, so she must have heard about what had happened at the manor recently. Her return, cutting her visit short, was certainly rushed.
Xiao Yuan helped Su Qingwan out of the carriage, and Chen Si, along with the servants beside her, immediately bowed, “Scholar Su.”
At this moment, the blush on Su Qingwan’s face, which had been radiant with the joy of spring, had faded somewhat. Seeing the rare seriousness on Chen Yi’s face, his lips curved into a slight smile, and he walked forward with an extra bounce in his step. He affectionately clung to Chen Si’s hand, occasionally swaying it from side to side, and in a soft tone, he said, “Chen Yi, you’re finally back. I’ve missed you so much.”
The tender voice of the young scholar melted the seriousness in Chen Si’s heart. She had already learned about what had transpired in the manor during her absence and had intended to give him a good talking-to. But in the end, she couldn’t resist his affectionate charm.
She sighed inwardly, thinking how wonderful it would be if the young scholar could show this same affectionate attitude toward their master. So many years had passed, yet the rift between mother and son still hadn’t healed.
Chen Si’s expression softened, and she helplessly asked, “You! Why are you back so late today?” As she spoke, she suddenly caught a whiff of an unfamiliar fragrance on the young scholar and, with a puzzled look, asked, “Scholar Su, what’s that scent on you…”
Su Qingwan instinctively sniffed himself. This scent… it was the lingering fragrance from Yun’er Sister clinging to him… a scent that made his heart itch.
Su Qingwan blinked his watery eyes, a barely noticeable smile crossing his face. “After class today, I passed by a few newly opened cosmetic shops, so I went in to take a look. I lost track of time, and this scent must have come from there.”
Xiao Yuan watched as the young scholar spoke with a straight face and calm composure, choosing to remain silent and obediently standing aside, worried that the steward might sense something amiss.
Chen Si knew that the young scholar had always been playful, so she didn’t press further. She said gently, “On my way back from visiting my family, I passed through Jinnan Prefecture and brought back some of their specialties for you—crystal osmanthus cake. These cakes are translucent, with the fragrance of osmanthus, sweet and tender.”
“…Sweet… and tender,” Su Qingwan repeated the words, savoring them as the image of those lips, like rosy clouds, flashed in his mind. His cheeks flushed instantly.
“Yes! I even tried some myself—it’s delicious,” Chen Si said, smiling at the scholar’s entranced expression, mistaking it for hunger. “What is it, you want some? Come, I’ll get it for you.”
Su Qingwan snapped back to reality, and before his unusual behavior could be noticed, he quickly said, “Thank you, Chen Yi. But I have class tomorrow, so I won’t keep you any longer.”
Chen Si watched his hurried departure and murmured in confusion, “That child…”
After returning to the Yun Prince’s Manor, Su Qingwan rushed to his room and went straight to his bed, burying his flushed face into the quilt, which was faintly scented with that cool fragrance. Lovingly, he gently touched his own lips, and recalling the kiss in the carriage, his heart began to race uncontrollably.
He occasionally rolled around in the quilt, like a shy young boy experiencing the first stirrings of affection.
This was the first time he had been so close to a woman.
He didn’t know why, but at that moment, he had forgotten his reason and didn’t want to think at all. Instinctively, he kissed Yun’er Sister’s delicate lips, never expecting… that her lips would be so unusually soft, moist, and sweet. In that instant, a tingling sensation surged through his entire body, giving him a pleasure he had never experienced before.
He couldn’t help but gently suck, softly nibble, and lightly lick and peck at her lips, feeling as though his heart might melt.
This strange sensation was addictive and intoxicating, making him want to experience it every day.
Every day…
Author’s Note:
Sorry! I've been so busy lately.
Nobody's perfect, and everyone has their desires. The young master will realize his mistakes later on.
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