After dinner, Shen Lingyi arranged a simple activity.
The manor was too big, and newcomers could easily get lost. Since the production team needed to film some daily footage, she had someone guide the guests around the manor.
Jiang Wantang and Ji Shiyu went to the horse farm to feed the horses, Lin Yanru and Su He'an took photos in the glass greenhouse for an hour, and Shen Yuzhou took Cheng Yanqiu to the golf course for a couple of swings.
The photographer followed behind, carrying his equipment, filming every nook and cranny of the manor. The comments section was flooded with messages from beginning to end.
The horse farm has eight thoroughbred horses, the glass conservatory has an entire wall of rare orchid varieties, the golf course greens are maintained better than those of professional racetracks, and there is even a standalone boat dock by the artificial lake.
In a sense, this was their closest encounter with this kind of elite family life.
Everything in the manor shocked them.
It could be said that they had mistakenly entered the imperial palace.
When it came time to arrange the rooms that evening, he said to Qiguan Yuan, " Yuanyuan, you can sleep Xiaobai Xiaobai's room. If you don't want to sleep with him, send him to the guest room."
His tone was matter-of-fact, as if he were arranging something perfectly normal at home.
It can only be said that Pei Yubai's status in the family has plummeted since Qiguan Yuan arrived.
Pei Yubai stood to the side without saying a word; how could Yuanyuan possibly kick him out?
Pei Yubai's room is located on the east side of the main house. It is a large, independent suite with its own living room, study, and a huge bathroom.
When Qiguan Yuan pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, outside which was the night view of the manor, and the surface of the artificial lake shimmered like scattered silver under the moonlight.
He looked at the night view for a while and then said he wanted to take a shower.
Pei Yubai was unpacking his suitcase and organizing his clothes when he heard this. He looked up and said, "There's a hot spring in the manor, in a glass room on the back hill. If Yuanyuan wants to go, I'll take you there now."
The hot spring pool is not large, but it is set in the center of the glass room, with a thin layer of mist floating on the surface of the water.
The glass roof is transparent, so you can see the starry sky directly above you while lying in the pool.
Qiguan Yuan leaned against the stone wall by the pool, his silver hair spreading out on the water's surface like moonlight melting into it.
Pei Yubai sat beside him, the water reaching his chest, the steam blurring his features.
Qiguan Yuan tilted his head and looked at him for a moment, then reached out and placed the pad of his index finger on Pei Yubai's apple.
The protrusion rolled gently under his fingertips. His fingers slid down from his Adam's apple, along the line of his neck to his collarbone, paused at the hollow of the collarbone, and then continued down, following the contour of his pectoral muscles.
Pei Yubai's muscles glistened moistly in the steam. Qiguan Yuan's fingers slowly traced a circle along the edge of his pectoral muscles, then continued downwards, his fingertips tracing each muscle in his abdomen, finally stopping at the lowest point.
"I wanted to say this before, when I wore that Dunhuang outfit in the desert."
Qiguan Yuan's voice was softer than usual, softened by the steam. His fox-like eyes were half-closed, the corners of his eyes reddening from the heat. "Your body is so alluring, Pei Yubai. Every time I see it, I can't help but want to touch it."
Pei Yubai grabbed his wrist underwater, but instead of pulling away, he pressed his fingers against his own abs. "You touched it. And then?"
"Then," Qiguan Yuan tilted his head, water droplets sliding down his silver hair and dripping onto his collarbone, "I want to say that from now on, this body of yours belongs to me. Do you agree, Pei Yubai?"
Pei Yubai chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest traveling through his abdominal muscles to Qiguan Yuan's fingertips. He gripped Qiguan Yuan's wrist. "It's all Yuanyuan's."
After soaking in the hot spring and returning to her room, Qiguan Yuan was only wearing a yukata.
The wine-red silk clung to his skin, the belt loosely tied at his waist, and the collar was open, revealing a section of his collarbone and the pale pink hue of his chest from the steam of the hot spring.
He walked barefoot onto the carpet, sat down on the bed, pulled his feet out of his slippers, leaned back, and placed his hands on the mattress behind him.
He recalled the scene in the backyard of the Yue Lao Temple when Pei Yubai suddenly barged in while he was taking a bath, and then wiped his feet and put on his shoes.
At that time, Pei Yubai squatted on the ground, supporting his feet and wiping them inch by inch with a towel.
At that moment, he thought to himself, "Eight hundred years have passed, but the gentleness in this person's bones remains the same as before."
" Pei Yubai." Qiguan Yuan lifted one foot, toes slightly curled, a few water droplets still clinging to the instep. "Dry my feet."
Pei Yubai took a clean towel and walked over, squatted down on one knee in front of him, draped the towel over his knee, and lifted Qiguan Yuan's left foot onto his thigh.
Qiguan Yuan's ankles were very slender, with a delicate curve in the protruding ankle bone; holding them in one's hand felt like holding a warm piece of jade.
The skin on the instep is very thin, and you can see the fine bluish blood vessels underneath.
Her toes were long and slender, her toenails were neatly trimmed, and had a healthy pale pink hue.
The entire foot has smooth lines, with distinct joints but not roughness, and like the man himself, it carries a kind of detached and languid beauty.
Pei Yubai held Qiguan Yuan's ankle and lowered his head to kiss the back of his foot.
When his lips touched his skin, Qiguan Yuan's toes instinctively curled up.
Pei Yubai gently massaged the back of his foot with his thumb, loosening each curled toe, and then continued to wrap his foot with a towel, each massage slow and careful.
Qiguan Yuan chuckled softly.
He pulled his foot away from Pei Yubai's hand, not completely, but just a little, then raised his foot, his toes gently pressing against Pei Yubai's chest.
The hem of his yukata slipped down his legs, revealing a section of his bare calves.
"What are you doing, Pei Yubai?" His voice was low and slow, with a lazy lilt at the end.
Pei Yubai looked up at him.
Qiguan Yuan leaned against the bedside, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his wine-red silk bathrobe askew to one side, revealing half of his shoulder.
He was looking down at Pei Yubai, his eyes full of mischievous amusement.
The foot pressing against Pei Yubai's chest exerted a little more force, gently pushing him backward.
" Yuanyuan's feet are very beautiful," Pei Yubai said.
Qiguan Yuan used his toes to lift Pei Yubai's chin, his toes tracing the jawline, raising Pei Yubai's face to face him.
He tilted his head and looked at Pei Yubai for a moment. "Do you like it?"
Pei Yubai grabbed his mischievous foot, lowered his head and kissed the instep again, his lips remaining pressed against his skin.
I love everything about Yuanyuan.
He put Qiguan Yuan's foot back on his knee and continued to wipe the other foot clean with a towel.
After wiping, he put the towel aside, stood up, placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Qiguan Yuan's body, and looked down at Qiguan Yuan leaning against the bed.
Qiguan Yuan looked up at him, the two of them so close that they could smell the same shower gel scent on each other.
Pei Yubai and placed a light kiss on Qiguan Yuan's forehead, his lips barely touching before he pulled away. Then he gently straightened the collar of Qi Guanyuan's bathrobe, covering the exposed collarbone.
He's so alluring; I couldn't resist looking at him any longer.