Little Angel

"Can we... go back to the room now?"

Qian Renxue listened to Dai Chengfeng, her face red, and lightly punched him in the chest, though she used no force.

"Mm..."

Dai Chengfeng stopped teasing her and simply scooped her up sideways, carrying her out of the hot spring.

As the night wind blew, Qian Renxue shivered and instinctively shrank into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then strode toward the main house.

All along the way, Qian Renxue was so nervous she almost held her breath.

Water droplets kept sliding down her blonde hair, leaving specks of wet marks on the bluestone slabs, and also falling onto Dai Chengfeng's chest before winding downward.

She buried her face in the hollow of his neck, not daring to lift her head.

The moment he pushed open the door, warm yellow candlelight enveloped them both.

The room had been arranged to the height of intimacy.

The bed was enormous, spread with snow-white silk sheets. Light gauze curtains hung from its four corners, and the canopy was studded with tiny glazed beads that swayed gently with the airflow, refracting dreamlike specks of light.

Beside the bed sat a gilded incense burner, where faint sandalwood mingled with the sweet scent of flower petals and curled through the air.

What made her blush the most was that beside the bed, there was actually a bottle of warmed flower-petal wine and two white jade cups.

Dai Chengfeng gently set her down on the bed, but did not immediately press down over her. Instead, he stood at the bedside, lowered his head to take in everything, and smiled at the corner of his lips.

"Looks like... the landlady of Glazed Pavilion really knows how to do business."

Qian Renxue, meanwhile, had curled up inside