In the tea room, the Family Head Yu Lu’s small hand was clasped in Yan Zhen’s grip, her slender waist encircled by his arm. Her voluptuous, alluring figure tilted slightly toward his embrace, caught somewhere between willing invitation and reluctant surrender.
“Let go,” the Family Head Yu Lu said softly, giving a gentle struggle. “Xuan’er and Aunt Bai Lan will be here soon.”
Yan Zhen barely noticed the beautiful matron’s token resistance in his arms. He kept a stern face and said, “Could the Family Head please explain what she means by ‘wear it for fun’?”
Guilty as she was from the start, the Family Head Yu Lu’s momentum faltered. Hearing him switch to a more formal address made her heart tremble, and she could only reply with a plaintive look, “How was I supposed to know what you meant if you didn’t say?”
Yan Zhen paused, then broke into a mischievous grin. “If I explain it, will the Family Head admit it?”
The Family Head Yu Lu turned her face away and fell silent.
Yan Zhen gave a light huff and leaned close to the dignified beauty’s ear. “If I tell you, how does the Family Head plan to respond?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than her dainty earlobe flushed visibly pink, looking utterly tempting. Unable to resist, Yan Zhen leaned in and nipped at it.
“Ah!”
The beautiful Family Head’s body shuddered, her waist going soft as she leaned into Yan Zhen’s arms. Seeing this, he slipped his hand into the slightly loosened collar of her robe.
The Family Head Yu Lu felt an uncontrollable heat rising in her body. She hurriedly grabbed his wrist, but it did nothing to stop his hand from kneading her ample curves like a master dough-maker working the dough. Growing ever more unbearable, she could only plead, “S-stop…”
Yan Zhen ignored her. “Answer my question, and I’ll stop.”
The Family Head Yu Lu breathed lightly, struggling not to let any strange sounds escape her throat. “Don’t do this. Where’s that obedient boy from before?”
Hearing this, Yan Zhen temporarily spared the beauty in his arms but didn’t withdraw his hand. “Wasn’t it the Family Head who forced me into this?”
The Family Head Yu Lu felt a pang of guilt. “…I didn’t.”
Yan Zhen fell silent.
Seeing his sudden quiet, the Family Head Yu Lu felt a faint surge of remorse and heartache. After hesitating, she said, “I don’t know if this is right or wrong. What if it harms you? It’s not worth it. With your current status, you don’t need to fixate on me.”
Yan Zhen silently withdrew his hand and released the Family Head Yu Lu. With an expressionless face, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.
The Family Head Yu Lu straightened her posture and smoothed her disheveled collar. Only then did she look at Yan Zhen, her eyes downcast like a meek new bride. “Are you angry?”
Yan Zhen slanted a glance at the dignified beauty and let out a haughty huff.
The Family Head Yu Lu frowned and tugged at Yan Zhen’s sleeve. When he didn’t budge, she hesitated for a moment before kneeling up and pulling him into her own embrace.
His face buried deep in her soft bosom, Yan Zhen blinked in surprise.
The Family Head Yu Lu spoke softly. “The Yu Family has almost no boys, especially among the direct line. You’re the first—and not only handsome, but so well-behaved. I’ve liked you from the start.”
Not in a romantic way, but as an elder to a junior.
“I just didn’t know how to interact with boys. I failed to keep proper distance and even took liberties, which led to all this. In the end, it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
Yan Zhen was speechless. “Is that all the Family Head has to say?”
The Family Head Yu Lu stroked his hair and met his eyes. “I just want you to understand—you don’t have to take all the blame on yourself. I’ve already wronged Xuan’er. How could I wrong you too?”
“That’s pointless talk. Anything else?”
“…Behave yourself, and I’ll go along with you.”
Only then did Yan Zhen’s expression soften. He coughed twice and asked, “How exactly will you go along with me?”
The Family Head Yu Lu’s lovely face flushed pink. She cupped his cheeks, closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in. Her lips met his with a soft smack.
Before Yan Zhen could react, she breached his defenses, leaving him passive until his tongue tingled faintly and she finally pulled away.
Yan Zhen stared in a daze at the blushing Family Head. She licked her lips, a hint of lingering desire in her eyes, though her words remained rational. “This will have to do for now. We’ll talk about the rest tonight. Be good and don’t get out of hand again.”
Yan Zhen snapped out of it, but he wasn’t satisfied. “That’s it? You’re brushing off a beggar?”
The Family Head Yu Lu looked helpless. “What more do you want?”
Yan Zhen grinned. “I don’t like tea. It’s too bitter. I like something sweet-smelling.”
The Family Head Yu Lu tensed up instantly, clutching his head tightly to ward off any sneak attacks. “I have some fine wine in my collection. I’ll fetch it for you right now.”
“I don’t drink.”
“…”
“I want the Family Head to feed me.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll make a fuss.”
The Family Head Yu Lu grew quite exasperated. “Why won’t you behave?”
Yan Zhen declared righteously, “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.”
“Th-there’s none.”
“I don’t believe you. Let me check.”
Thud.
The Family Head Yu Lu was pushed down onto the cushions by Yan Zhen. Her sash was swiftly undone and tossed aside. The collar she’d just fixed fell open again, and the water cloud pattern dudou could scarcely contain her lofty peaks. Vast expanses of creamy flesh spilled over to the sides.
The Family Head Yu Lu bit her lip lightly, then turned her face away in resignation, like a queen on the verge of humiliation—short of saying, “Just pretend it was a dog bite.”
But the more she acted this way, the more it made one want to tease her.
Yan Zhen deftly removed the water cloud pattern dudou from before him but didn’t dive right in. Instead, he watched the beautiful matron’s reactions with interest. When she noticed him staring instead of acting, she couldn’t help lifting a hand to shield her chest, squishing the full mounds slightly out of shape.
“Q-quickly. Xuan’er and Aunt Bai Lan will be here any moment.”
—Her words carried such a thrill of the forbidden.
Yan Zhen gave her a strange look, as if they were sneaking around for a tryst—when Mentor Yu Xuan and Aunt Shui Bailan had both tacitly approved.
—Could it be that she actually enjoyed this kind of thrill?
Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then grasped the Family Head Yu Lu’s fair wrist. He lifted her arm aside and pinned it by her head before leaning down to plant a deep, affectionate kiss on her chest. Then he released her.
The Family Head Yu Lu was lost in the kiss, secretly anticipating more pleasure, only for it all to vanish. She blinked in confusion, her beautiful eyes fluttering.
“You… why…?”
Yan Zhen sat up, composed himself, and struck a gentlemanly pose. “The Family Head doesn’t seem willing at all. Better not. Tea it is—swish, it’s not that bad after all.”
The Family Head Yu Lu was struck speechless. Snapping back, she hurriedly covered her heaving bosom and sat up, feeling the wanton fire stirring within her and a warm trickle at her chest. The dignified beauty finally yielded. “I-I didn’t say I was unwilling.”
Yan Zhen smirked inwardly and murmured, “I want the Family Head to feed me.”
Her face blazed red. After much hesitation, she formed her hands into a heart shape and offered herself up to her young lover.
As dusk fell, Rain Heaven Island bathed in golden sunset light. From the Family Head’s Great Courtyard in the main residence came occasional soft moans, drifting away on the breeze.
