Outside the room, Zhu Siyao’s face flushed deep red, her heart pounding like a drum.
Through the narrow crack of the Blazing Residence, she could clearly see the scene inside.
The Blazing Sect’s Sect Master Lady, who usually carried both dignity and charm, was now slightly leaning forward, her silver teeth gently biting as she deftly unfastened Jiang Huai’s jade belt.
Her tongue accidentally brushed against it, stirring a subtle, indescribable warmth.
Her hair was pinned up high, revealing a section of her fair and graceful neck, and her profile was almost identical to Zhu Siyao’s own—only now it was stained with a passionate blush as she did something incredibly bold.
Zhu Siyao felt a rush of heat surge to the top of her head, overwhelmed by a fierce sense of taboo and shame.
Watching that face, so much like her own, perform such intimate and even humble acts toward Jiang Huai, an overwhelmingly complex and indescribable emotion churned wildly in her heart.
She felt it shouldn’t be like this, yet somehow it should.
She knew she shouldn’t look any longer, but she couldn’t help herself.
She should have turned and fled immediately, but her feet felt as heavy as lead, and her eyes stubbornly glued themselves to the window crack, greedily capturing every detail.
A twisted excitement, one she herself could not understand, quietly emerged from the deepest parts of her being alongside the overwhelming shame and sorrow, tightening with every moment.
Her cheeks burned, and an unfamiliar, tingling emptiness spread through her body, her legs growing weak without her control.
Inside the room, Jiang Huai seemed to notice Zhu Siyao’s unusual initiative.
He didn’t get lost in it but instead reached out to gently stroke Zhuxin’s head, his tone laced with concern and confusion:
“Rongxin? What’s wrong? Is there… something you need from me?” He felt Zhuxin was unusually warm today, almost deliberately so.
Zhuxin paused slightly, lifting her face with an effort to maintain a coquettish smile while her hands massaged the sword-intent-lined patterns:
“Isn’t it just that I want to properly thank you? In the Small World, you took good care of Siyao, that girl, and even helped her advance to the Golden Core Transformation.”
Jiang Huai shook his head honestly: “Actually, I didn’t really go out of my way to take care of her.”
“Besides, if it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have been drawn into that Small World or faced those dangers.”
Zhuxin smiled faintly, her gaze flickering as she tried to steer the conversation back:
“If you two get along well, then I can rest easy.”
As she spoke, her hands moved more gently, filled with suggestion.
“So,” Jiang Huai asked again, looking at her clearly.
“What exactly do you want from me? Just say it.”
Zhuxin looked a little guilty under his gaze, stammering, her eyes darting away, avoiding his.
“In any case, when you’re at the Nine Heavens Palace, you must take good care of her,” she evaded the question, then suddenly lowered her voice, adding a touch of genuine shyness and longing.
“Also, I’ve kind of missed you.”
She produced a small, exquisite porcelain bottle from somewhere, lifting her head to look at Jiang Huai, her eyes pleading with a barely noticeable charm.
“Give me some, please? I’ll put it to good use.”
Her hand froze there, as if without Jiang Huai’s permission, she dared not take more.
Clearly, even under Qin Qingyue’s imposing presence, she still harbored a sense of caution and reverence toward Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai sighed softly at her deliberate flattery.
He reached out, not to continue, but to gently pinch her cheek: “Rongxin, don’t be like Su Yingman. Everyone has their own temperament; there’s no need to imitate others.”
“We’re husband and wife,” he looked her in the eyes, speaking every word carefully.
“In front of me, you just need to be yourself—do what you like, what makes you comfortable—not tiptoe around trying to please me.”
Outside the room, Zhu Siyao heard the word “husband,” a sudden sour ripple washing over her heart.
She felt a mix of relief for her mother and a difficult-to-express sadness and loss.
She watched the scene inside, feeling both ashamed and unable to look away.
She shouldn’t watch anymore, must not watch anymore.
If she looked any longer…
Inside the room, upon hearing Jiang Huai’s words, Zhuxin’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if awakened to something.
With a hint of excited daring, she looked up and asked:
“Can I really do things my own way?”
Jiang Huai smiled warmly, about to say, “Of course,” but before the words left his mouth—
A fiery gleam flashed in Zhuxin’s eyes as she suddenly pushed him down onto the soft bed with a swift and decisive motion.
Her movements were sharp and decisive, a stark contrast to her previous submissive flattery.
Jiang Huai was caught off guard, his face pressed into the soft silk quilt, forced into a somewhat humiliating position.
Zhuxin smiled brightly, raising her hand and lightly patting his butt twice, her tone turning dominant:
“Husband, actually, I prefer being the one in control and dislike Su Yingman’s affected manner the most.”
She leaned in close, breathing softly into his ear, her voice carrying a sly sense of triumph:
“Since Husband says so, I won’t be polite then.”
“Wait, can you go back to how you were just now…” Jiang Huai tried to struggle, muffled under the pillow.
But Zhuxin clearly had no intention of letting him back out, chuckling lightly: “Too late.”
She then began without restraint, chanting as she worked like milking a cow:
“Give me some, give me some…”
Outside, Zhu Siyao’s heart raced, her face burning red as she almost forgot to breathe.
At that moment, a faint, teasing voice whispered eerily beside her ear:
“What are you looking at?”
“Is it good?”
Zhu Siyao was terrified, nearly crying out, but a soft, cool hand quickly covered her mouth.
She turned her head in panic and saw Su Yingman standing quietly behind her, smiling sweetly, her charming eyes seeming to see through all the dirty, tangled thoughts inside Zhu Siyao’s mind.
Instead of pulling her away, Su Yingman reached out with her other hand to steady Zhu Siyao’s trembling body, letting her continue watching the “battle” inside the room, even guiding her closer to the window.
Her warm breath brushed against Zhu Siyao’s sensitive ear as she whispered with a bewitching charm and a low laugh:
“It’s okay, keep watching.”
Su Yingman’s words were like a spell, breaking down Zhu Siyao’s last mental defenses.
Her legs gave way, and she completely collapsed into Su Yingman’s fragrant embrace, her mind blank except for the blush-inducing sounds and the absurd, scandalous scene before her eyes—and the uncontrollable, traitorous fluttering in her body.
Su Yingman stared at Zhu Siyao’s face, finding it amusing and feeling delightfully wicked.
Especially seeing how much Zhu Siyao looked like Zhuxin only made her more excited and mischievous.
“Can you do it? The little Senior Sister of Nine Heavens Palace?” she whispered into Zhu Siyao’s ear.
Zhu Siyao was stunned and shook her head blankly.
“Well, considering you’ve been with your mother in the Blazing Sect, being able to learn this kind of thing would be downright uncanny.” Su Yingman looked at Zhu Siyao with a hint of pity.
She took Zhu Siyao’s small hand and moved forward, guiding her into the right position.
“Explore it yourself.”
With that, she tapped Zhu Siyao lightly on the head: “Bad child, whether you should watch or not, I won’t interfere with your decision.”
“Come find me afterward.”
With that, she drifted away like a breeze, leaving Zhu Siyao alone to explore and touch on her own.
Ow nice