"No, it's the Great Villain's thigh!"
Jiang Shuyue looked at his face. His skin was rosy, smooth, and radiant; there was light in his eyes and room for her in his heart. Even through the air between them, she could feel the warmth of his gaze.
Her gaze traveled down his neck and chest before settling on his thighs.
Firm, strong, and springy.
Jiang Shuyue felt her temperature rising rapidly.
She tugged at her collar to let out some heat. "Very nice, absolutely perfect. What did you want me to look at?"
Huahua: "Whose thigh you're patting..."
Zhou Yunshen slipped an arm around her shoulders and smiled. "You're right, my dear. A man who lives off a woman is no good. When Little Qing chooses a wife someday, we'll have to vet her too. We can't let anyone deceive him. Don't you agree, my dear?"
The wine was just beginning to go to Jiang Shuyue's head. In the candlelight and moonlight, she felt another scent filling the air.
It smelled wonderful, and it was enchanting.
She nodded hazily. "Mm-hmm, we'll vet our nephew's bride. He has to marry a fair-skinned beauty with long legs!"
Marquis Yu and his wife both laughed, but Yu Qing's expression dimmed. He muttered softly, "Forget it. I'd rather not drag anyone else down."
Everyone immediately fell silent, and a trace of sorrow settled over the gathering.
The cold, damp atmosphere sobered Jiang Shuyue a little.
"What's wrong, everyone? Why do you all suddenly look so melancholy?"
Huahua said, "It's because of Yu Qing's illness. The doctors they consulted said he wouldn't live past fifteen, but in fact, he'll die on his fourteenth birthday."
Marquis Yu's hands trembled uncontrollably.
Will he still die after everything we've done? Is this heaven's will...?
Yu Qing smiled. "I've lived