"Hm?"
Zi Nu furrowed her brows. She realized she might as well have raised this little sister for nothing.
"Young master."
Zi Nu set the fruit basket on the ground, then raised her right hand and let her long, voluminous hair fall loose.
Her purple hair slid down like silk, falling to her waist and making her already captivating face look even more enchanting.
She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of coy reluctance.
"It's getting late. Let's go rest."
"First, let Nong Yu play us a tune to set the mood."
Zhao Linchuan glanced at the sun, still high in the sky, and nodded. With a perfectly serious expression, he said:
"That's right. It's getting late. Let's go rest."
With that, Zhao Linchuan carried Nong Yu and walked alongside Zi Nu toward the tent.
The tent flap fell shut, cutting off the sunlight and the sound of the stream outside.
A short while later, the music began again.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zi Nu's intermittent soft moans drifted faintly from inside the tent, mingling with the music and floating through the air in the creek valley.
After a long while, dusk settled.
The stream shimmered with golden light in the fading twilight. Wildflowers on both banks swayed gently in the evening breeze, as if putting a tender full stop to this beautiful day.
Inside the tent.
Nong Yu had already run out of strength. She covered herself with a blanket and curled into a ball, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
Zi Nu was a strong, independent woman. Even when she could barely hold on against Zhao Linchuan, she still tried again and again to take the initiative.
"Finally..."
She slowly rose from Zhao Linchuan's waist, then sat back, panting heavily. "Young