Xie Yier’s fingertips pressed down slightly, leaving faint red marks on Aier’s fair skin, making Aier wonder if she was about to snap and go crazy in the next second.
Aier felt a suffocating sense of pressure.
She took a deep breath and decided not to hide it any longer: “I don’t want to lie to you… That is indeed one of the reasons.”
She paused, then added in a small voice, “But it’s not the only one.”
Unexpectedly, Xie Yier actually smiled. She let go of her grip and lazily leaned back against the headboard. “That’s fine, I actually like forced melons. They may not be sweet, but they quench thirst.”
She suddenly leaned in to whisper by Aier’s ear, her warm breath making Aier’s ears burn. “So, do you like me? Is your Master pretty?”
“Pretty.” Aier answered honestly, her gaze involuntarily falling on Xie Yier’s perfect profile. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
These words came from her heart. Bathed in the morning light, Xie Yier’s beauty was breathtaking—her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her snow-white shoulders, and beneath her delicate collarbone were curves that could make anyone’s blood race.
She was at the peak of a woman’s beauty, with the lively spirit of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman, every gesture brimming with enchanting allure.
“Such a sweet mouth.” Xie Yier pinched her cheek in satisfaction. “Keep coaxing me like this and there’ll be rewards.”
Aier thought to herself: If the ‘reward’ means more of these dehydrating physical activities, I’d rather pass…
At that moment, Xie Yier glanced at the sun sinking outside the window. “If you want to see your little sister, it’s not impossible. I’ll take you straight to the hospital, but visiting time can’t exceed half an hour. Does that work for you?”
Aier’s eyes instantly lit up, like stars suddenly flickering to life. “Really? Thank you, Master!”
She was so excited she almost jumped off the bed, but quickly restrained herself. “I… I’d like to go have some water.”
She’d been drained of too much fluid…
Xie Yier: “Hehe, go ahead.”
With permission, Aier tiptoed out of the room.
Great, she could finally see Xiqi. She’d been worried she’d be tethered to Xie Yier’s side, never to see her sister again.
In her happy mood, even her steps felt light. But at the door, she bumped straight into a flustered figure.
“Phew~ So it’s you!” The little maid patted her chest. “You scared me! I thought an adult caught me eavesdropping.”
The little maid looked at Aier. “I’m Annie. What’s your name?”
“Aier.” She answered briefly, though the name felt oddly familiar, like she’d heard it in a game from her previous life.
“What are you doing out here?” Annie tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with gossip.
“I wanted some water… There’s none in the room.”
Oh~ must’ve worked up quite a thirst in there.
Annie grinned mischievously. “The lady didn’t prepare any? Come with me, there’s water in the restaurant.”
Annie had lost all the poise and elegance she’d shown before—now she was nothing but a gossip fiend.
As she led Aier to the restaurant, she bombarded her with questions.
From how thrilling it was to “take off” to whether Xie Yier had “taken off.”
Aier could only play dead and pretend not to hear.
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On one hand, this was way too socially embarrassing; on the other, she didn’t dare talk behind her sponsor’s back.
After Aier finished her water and pushed open the door to return to the bedroom, she froze in the doorway.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gilding Xie Yier’s graceful figure with a golden edge.
She had just finished bathing, her damp hair draped like silk over her shoulders, her bare feet casually touching the carpet as she calmly and elegantly dressed.
Aier, freshly rehydrated, saw this scene and immediately felt a warm sensation in her nose.
Hiss~ Why am I getting a nosebleed?!
Aier’s face turned beet red as she fumbled to retreat.
“I-I-I’ll step out right away.” Blushing furiously, Aier hurriedly closed the door and left.
Xie Yier couldn’t help but curl her lips in a smile, sitting unconcerned on the bed, crossing her legs leisurely as she combed her hair, the air still lingering with moisture and an ambiguous scent.
“Ah la~ Why so shy?” Xie Yier chuckled softly, elegantly crossing her legs and brushing her long hair, not minding her own nakedness at all. “Come help your Master tie up her hair, won’t you?”
“Ah? Oh, okay. I’ll be right there.”
Aier had wanted to leave, but after receiving her Master’s order, her legs moved towards that beautiful silhouette faster than her mind could react.
Unknowingly, her body was already molded to Xie Yier’s will.
Aier held her breath as she approached, forcing herself to focus on the strands of hair in her hands.
Xie Yier’s hair was as smooth as silk, exuding a faint scent of roses.
At this moment, her heart was pounding, her face flushed red, and if she just lifted her head, she would see a huge “minefield” reflected in the mirror.
Aier couldn’t help but hold her breath: “……”
No… I mustn’t look!
After more than ten minutes of brushing, her arms were aching, but she dared not complain at all. Especially as she kept forcing herself to ignore those alluring areas, it was pure torture.
Xie Yier’s hair needed careful attention. Though she had only used the word “tie,” it was far from a simple ponytail.
Fortunately, Aier had previously learned some noble hairdressing techniques, so she could barely manage.
“Very nice.” Xie Yier admired herself in the mirror, her perfect profile and Aier’s nervous expression both reflected. “Now it’s time to change clothes~”
She changed right in front of Aier, without the slightest hint of shyness, even adding a touch of deliberate display. Then she tossed a brand new pair of black stockings in front of Aier as casually as dropping petals.
“Little Ai, can you help your Master with one more thing?”
Xie Yier elegantly stretched out her leg, naturally placing her foot before her.
Aier swallowed nervously, and immediately bent down, almost reflexively picking up the silky fabric.
She walked over to Xie Yier, her body instinctively kneeling.
Aier carefully cupped that jade-like foot, feeling the skin’s delicate, creamy texture.
After finishing this task, Aier felt she was about to collapse.
“Such a good girl.” Xie Yier applied fiery red lipstick in front of the mirror, her tone pleased and satisfied with Aier’s actions. “My Little Ai is learning faster and faster.”
In Aier’s eyes, Xie Yier always had a noble, natural beauty that needed no makeup.
Once they were both fully dressed and ready to go out, Annie was already waiting at the door, two pairs of shiny, polished shoes placed at her side.
“Madam, let me help you with your shoes.” Annie said diligently.
“No need.” Xie Yier looked at Aier instead. “Little Ai, why don’t you help your Master?”
“Okay.”
Aier obediently knelt down and picked up the exquisite high heels.
Looking at the shoes, she was suddenly reminded of a term from her previous life: “lunchbox.”
No, no, I’m not porridge-bro, I don’t have that kind of kink.
Shaking off the strange association, Aier properly put the shoes on Xie Yier.
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