"Young master, the madam said you've been working too hard at your martial training lately, so she had us bring you a bowl of soup."
Only then did Zhou Chen notice the tray they were carrying, with a bowl of steaming soup resting on it.
Their slender, graceful figures had completely captured his attention earlier, and he had failed to notice even that. It was rather embarrassing.
"All right." Zhou Chen coughed and rose, suppressing the restless stirring in his heart as he tried to appear calm. "Just put it on the table."
"Yes, young master."
The two women approached with graceful steps and set the bowl on the table.
Zhou Chen sat down and took a spoonful. The soup tasted quite good, warm and savory, and a comforting warmth spread through his belly after he swallowed it.
But while he drank, Xiao Qing and Xiao Lü did not leave. Instead, they stood on either side of him.
Now this was truly torture.
Zhou Chen could smell their faint fragrance even more clearly. It was like the scent of soap pods lingering after a bath, mingled with their natural fragrance, soft and warm, like a cat's paw gently scratching at his heart again and again.
He soon drained the bowl.
When Xiao Qing and Xiao Lü saw Zhou Chen set down the bowl without doing anything further, they exchanged a glance, unable to hide the disappointment and hurt in their eyes.
They had dressed up like this today, yet the young master still wasn't tempted by them?
Had they failed to serve him well enough, leaving him displeased with them?
A thin mist of tears gradually filled their beautiful, large eyes.
They had nothing to their names and no way to repay him. All they could offer were their bodies.