An hour later.
Yan Lingji leaned against the headboard.
She turned her head to look at Zhao Linchuan lying beside her and asked in a soft, coquettish voice:
"Why did you suddenly come back in the middle of the night?"
"I was worried you'd get into a fight with them."
Zhao Linchuan said jokingly, reaching out to wrap an arm around her shoulders and draw her closer.
"How did your talk go?"
"Were you satisfied?"
"It went pretty well."
Yan Lingji smiled faintly. Leaning against Zhao Linchuan's shoulder, she lightly toyed with his weak spot.
"We're from the same place, so we have plenty to talk about."
"Zi Nu is a clever woman, and Nong Yu is a good girl too."
"You're free tomorrow, so go see them."
"Flowers always need the nourishment of rain and dew."
"Take them in sooner, and they'll give their hearts to you sooner."
As she finished speaking, she lifted the covers and gently straddled Zhao Linchuan.
Her long hair fell around them, forming a soft black waterfall between their bodies.
Looking down at him, she wore a faint smile that said she still hadn't had her fill.
"You were too worked up just now, and your movements were a little rushed. I was on the receiving end the whole time. This time, let me take the lead..."
That morning, two hundred li south of Spirit City.
There was a stream valley here where spring lasted all year.
The stream murmured down from the mountains, clear enough to see the bottom. Blue sky, white clouds, green trees, and red flowers on both banks were reflected on its surface.
Zhao Linchuan, Zi Nu, and Nong Yu had come here for a picnic.
They found a level patch of grass by the stream and briskly set