Volume Three, Chapter 3

The soft, wet little tongue played between the Young Master's fingertips. After a few light movements and playful flicks, it produced a pleasant little melody beyond the strings. "If it's the Young Master, then I should be the one protecting you."

The next moment, their positions were reversed, and the Young Master was pressed beneath her on the Bed. He obediently lay back, turning his cheek slightly to look at her. She flushed with impatience and embarrassment, fumbling to undo his collar and tug at his clothes. Carried away by the moment, she did not think too much. She was only afraid that she would never get another chance like this, just as her belated confession had come too late. If the Young Master disappeared again, was she supposed to go find Lord Li for comfort? She refused. She had decided—she would not regret this. The Young Master was right in front of her. If she did not eat her fill now, she would never get another chance!

She stripped off his upper garment! Then she reached for his belt, but the Young Master caught her hand and pressed it down.

"Don't..."

"It's too late to say don't!" She raised her other sleeve and hurriedly wiped the sweat streaming down her forehead.

"...Don't be the only one taking off your clothes." He shyly wrapped her hand in his, guiding it toward her collar and coaxing her to undo her own Confucian Robe.

Only at this moment did Zhu Bafu, with lust clouding his mind, realize that he was not a flat-chested man at all. Where had that bold, young-lad-like determination to devour the beauty before her come from? What was she supposed to use to eat him up completely?

One button came undone, revealing the entirety of his fair neck.