Both knees on the ground, Lu Weizhu held Ning Wan’s wrist in her hands.

She hesitated, then took Ning Wan’s index finger into her mouth.

This was probably her limit. Although she had already decided to abandon her dignity, after all, it was Lu Weizhu’s first time doing such a thing, and she was still unaccustomed to it.

With Ning Wan’s finger in her mouth, her lips brushed the second knuckle. Cool to the touch—it felt a little strange.

Lu Weizhu frowned slightly.

She didn’t move, holding it in her mouth for a while before she tried to lick Ning Wan’s fingertip with her tongue.

There wasn’t really any taste, just ordinary. Ning Wan didn’t do any manual labor, so her skin was very smooth, not rough at all. It wasn’t uncomfortable to touch, but the presence of a finger in her mouth was unmistakably strong.

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Ning Wan let Lu Weizhu hold her finger in her mouth.

She quietly watched Lu Weizhu. Experiencing this for the first time herself, she felt a subtle, indescribable feeling.

The girl’s mouth was warm and moist; saliva wetted her finger, and the soft tongue slid over her fingertip again and again, tickling her a little.

That slight tickle tugged at her heart. For some reason, she felt a bit restless.

Ning Wan brushed aside Lu Weizhu’s slightly messy bangs, revealing her beautiful light blue eyes and her faintly furrowed brows.

She was licking quite seriously. Judging by her expression, it was far from comfortable, but she was serving her—serving herself, this “Master.”

Ning Wan squinted her eyes. The girl before her had become so obedient.

Yes, this was how she was supposed to behave.

She’d given her so much money—if she didn’t serve her, and instead tried to resist, that would be truly foolish, wouldn’t it?

Ning Wan held Lu Weizhu’s head, gently stroking the girl’s hair.

They were so close; she could see Lu Weizhu’s face clearly.

She was very pretty, looking eighty percent like herself. The other twenty percent of difference probably came from age and the environment in which they lived.

So alike—really so alike. Staring at Lu Weizhu, Ning Wan felt momentarily absentminded and closed her eyes.

Of course, no matter how similar, she ultimately wasn’t herself. Just by looking into their eyes, one could easily tell them apart.

“…… Mm…?”

The girl in front of her had stopped moving. Lu Weizhu quietly looked up and saw Ning Wan’s eyes closed, her lashes quivering slightly, a rare softness on her face.

This face, so similar to her own, was much more beautiful on Ning Wan.

Without seeing her eyes and with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, the face that was usually full of aggression now seemed gentle.

For the first time, Lu Weizhu realized just how much a person’s gaze could change their whole impression.

Looking at that face, Lu Weizhu’s heartbeat skipped a beat, and she paused in her licking.

….. Mm? Why did you stop?”

Ning Wan opened her eyes. The predatory air returned to her.

Her wrist trembled; Lu Weizhu’s heart pounded like a drum, panic taking over her mind.

Unable to speak conveniently, Lu Weizhu could only push the finger in a little deeper, her lips touching the third knuckle.

Lu Weizhu tilted her head back, looking at Ning Wan with a fawning gaze—behind that flattery, though, hid fear and sorrow.

“Not bad.”

Ning Wan nodded.

Just as Lu Weizhu let out a sigh of relief, Ning Wan’s other hand pressed down hard on the top of Lu Weizhu’s head.

“Mm!?”

The finger pressed down on her tongue, the fingertip touching the little soft spot on the roof of her mouth.

Disgust and nausea surged together, tears welling at the corners of Lu Weizhu’s eyes—reflex tears that she simply couldn’t stop.

“But you could do better.”

Ning Wan commented, her usual cruelty returning.

Noticing the tears at Lu Weizhu’s eyes, she wiped away a drop with the index finger of her other hand, sniffed it lightly, and tasted it with the tip of her tongue.

Salty and a bit bitter, nothing special—no different from what she remembered of Bai Lu’s.

The only difference was that Lu Weizhu looked more fragile, more helpless? Ning Wan pressed down on the soft tongue, prodding here and there, watching Lu Weizhu’s expression.

“Mm… mm….”

Lu Weizhu said nothing, struggling to endure the intense urge to gag.

If she threw up—wouldn’t that mean everything was over?

It was very hard to bear. Lu Weizhu’s little face wrinkled up like a bun.

Her esophagus felt a little spicy, and the tears at the corners of her eyes kept flowing. Lu Weizhu didn’t understand why she had so many tears.

Did she have some strange constitution?

“Ha… ha… ha….”

After a while, Ning Wan withdrew her finger, a silvery bridge of saliva stretching between them, slowly sagging until it suddenly snapped.

Lu Weizhu couldn’t kneel any longer. Her body went limp, and her upper body slumped onto Ning Wan’s lap.

Her face was flushed. Even though there hadn’t been any strenuous movement, she just felt exhausted—truly exhausted.

“Still not quite there. Your technique needs some work. Of course, if you’d just stop wearing those rags and put on a pretty dress, I’d be even happier.”

Grinning as she gave her verdict, Ning Wan had no intention of praising Lu Weizhu.

After all, isn’t it weird to praise a mistress? Uh… well, having an improper relationship with a mistress is even weirder.

… Ha… Sorry… I’ll do my best, Master…”

She gave it her all, only to be told it was just “not quite there.” The huge sense of defeat left Lu Weizhu feeling downcast. It seemed like she had no talent for anything.

She couldn’t study, her body was weak, and now she couldn’t even please someone properly.

Lu Weizhu was dejected.

Looking at the girl sprawled across her legs, Ning Wan made no comment. She didn’t push Lu Weizhu away, just enjoyed the look of defeat on the girl’s face.

After wiping her finger clean and taking a break, she suddenly grabbed Lu Weizhu’s waist and picked her up.

“Eh!? Ah, wh-what are you doing?”

Her body suddenly lifted off the ground, both feet dangling. Lu Weizhu was carried in Ning Wan’s arms, supported only by Ning Wan’s hands.

Ning Wan’s impression left much to be desired. Lu Weizhu couldn’t imagine anything good, thinking of Ning Wan’s earlier assessment and the things Ning Wan had done in her nightmares.

Lu Weizhu thought that next, Ning Wan would probably just throw her hard onto the floor.

Flustered and frightened, Lu Weizhu instinctively wrapped her arms around Ning Wan’s neck.

Ning Wan said nothing. The girl in her arms was very light, her body trembling ever so slightly. Ning Wan could feel her fear.

But she didn’t struggle, just held on. That was smart. If Lu Weizhu had even the slightest intention of resisting, Ning Wan really would have thrown her down just as she feared.

With her neck tightly hugged, Ning Wan suddenly remembered a night long ago—when a feverish Lu Weizhu clung to her, calling her “Mom.”

Unconsciously, Ning Wan smiled a little, though that smile quickly vanished. “Ning… Master, what are you going to do?”

Instinctively about to use her usual polite address, she hurriedly corrected herself halfway through.

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She watched as Ning Wan’s expression shifted from calm to dark, then back to calm—astonished at how quickly Ning Wan could change her face.

“Taking care of business.”

With a serious nod, Ning Wan stood in the living room, looking around until her gaze landed on Lu Weizhu’s bedroom.

She tossed Lu Weizhu onto the bed and turned on the bedroom light.

“Mm…”

Lying completely on the blanket, the soft bedding pressed into the shape of her body.

In an instant, Ning Wan was on top of her.