Zhu Zhuqing's Invitation into the Urn

Morning.

Ye Qiu woke up refreshed in Tang Yuehua's bed.

If she had not completely withstood Ye Qiu's attack last night,

holding the line without letting anything slip through,

Tang Yuehua might have ended up like Ye Lingling that night, curled up in Ye Qiu's arms without even a blanket to cover herself.

Tang Yuehua was still wearing that loose silk nightgown that could slip off with a single tug. Her slight movements in sleep had left its collar slightly open.

When Ye Qiu woke up, he was buried in Tang Yuehua's embrace like a child.

Opening his eyes,

he looked at the snowy-white ravine before him.

Breathing in the fragrance of Tang Yuehua, mistress of Moonlight Pavilion,

Ye Qiu gently exhaled a warm breath and fed himself breakfast: two peanuts and some soft bread.

Tang Yuehua had naturally already awakened. Her tender, radiant face still carried a trace of lazy, charming allure.

The warmth in her arms and the wandering wetness made her unable to resist pulling her little man closer.

"Qiu~"

She let out a soft, sleepy, seductive moan.

After Ye Qiu had eaten his fill and dawdled a little longer to wash his face, he finally raised his head.

Looking at Tang Yuehua's shy expression, he held her plump, exquisite body. Between the tightening and loosening of his arms, the fair, delicate softness was kneaded round and flat, constantly changing along with the rhythm of Ye Qiu's heartbeat.

"Yuehua, I should go."

"Mm."

Tang Yuehua leaned gently against Ye Qiu's chest, her delicate body wriggling as she slowly fanned the flames. Her soft, rolling curves pressed against his chest, wanting to give Ye Qiu a comfortable, blissful feeling.

Her voice was gentle, fresh yet carrying dignified elegance.

"Qiu, let me help you get dressed."

"Then I'll trouble