In the boudoir, a mature and alluring beauty clad in a pale purple cheongsam lifted her head slightly, her enchanting, silken eyes fixed on the small figure before her.
“Tianyu, I still think the pastries you make are just as delicious as ever.”
“This doesn’t seem to have been affected by Shishi’s cultivation art at all.”
“Shizun, you really didn’t need to do that.” Deng Tianyu felt a pang of heartache. He picked up the silk cloth and wiped the essence that had spilled from the corner of Ning Wan’s mouth, speaking softly.
While it was proper for a disciple to show filial piety by occasionally making exquisite, delicious pastries for his Shizun,
if he made too many and she ate so much at once, even if she didn’t get tired of them, she would still feel stuffed.
Savoring the intimacy with her precious disciple, the interwoven maternal love and tenderness in Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes deepened. She asked softly, “Is Tianyu feeling heartache for me?”
“Yes, I ache for Shizun!” Deng Tianyu nodded, helping her fasten the buttons on the front of her cheongsam.
“I want you to ache for me, to engrave me in your heart forever. You must never forget me!”
Hearing this, Ning Wan’s smile grew even more enchanting and tender. Her slender hand stroked that very youthful cheek, feeling his familiar presence.
In her mind, memories of moments with him since he was little surfaced, stirring boundless tenderness and affection in her heart.
Touched, Deng Tianyu spoke with utmost seriousness, “Even if I forget myself, I will never forget Shizun.”
To him, Ning Wan was a figure akin to a teacher, a mother, and a Dao companion all in one. How could he possibly forget?
Hearing this, Ning Wan’s lips curved into an exceedingly charming and seductive arc. “And compared to your Aunt Rong?”
Deng Tianyu paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Shizun and Aunt Rong are both my most important family.”
On this point, he couldn’t compare, nor would he deliberately lie.
“Tianyu really is greedy!”
Ning Wan didn’t press further about who was more important—it was meaningless.
Besides, her relationship with her precious disciple had already penetrated to the bone. How could Qu Qirong ever compare?
Even if Qu Qirong had thoughts about Tianyu, so what?
She was always a step ahead of Qu Qirong.
Admittedly, the need to guide and refine the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark inevitably led to some intimate interactions.
But it went no further than that!
Tianyu’s first time calling someone “Mother Consort” was with her.
His first kiss was also with her.
The first times they slept in each other’s arms, fed each other pastries, and cultivated together—all were with her.
So very many firsts were shared between her and Deng Tianyu.
And of course, all of her firsts were also with her Tianyu.
Qu Qirong couldn’t compare in this regard. There was no way.
As if remembering something, Deng Tianyu looked at the mature, alluring beauty before him and reminded her, “Shizun, Aunt Rong invited us to Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden tonight.”
Ning Wan’s expression turned playful and reproachful. “What, Tianyu, are you so impatient to see your Aunt Rong?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Deng Tianyu shook his head and explained. “It’s just… after what we were doing earlier… does Shizun need to change her clothes?”
Ning Wan glanced down at the pale white stains still on her cheongsam. Her beautiful face flushed slightly as realization dawned. “Oh, I see. If Tianyu hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten!”
As she spoke, right in front of Deng Tianyu, she shed the pale purple cheongsam. Taking out several outfits, she leaned close to her precious disciple’s ear, her crimson lips parting to release a seductive, orchid-scented whisper, “Tianyu, which one do you think suits me best?”
Deng Tianyu answered honestly, “Shizun looks good in anything!”
“You’re just being perfunctory.” Ning Wan gave him a coquettish, enchanting glare, her pale, jade-like finger tapping his cheek. “What I mean is… which one do you like me wearing the most?”
Deng Tianyu pointed to the crimson-red, Peony-and-Water skirt with mist-like layers. “This one!”
Shizun’s aura leaned toward the enchanting and seductive, which suited darker-colored dresses.
That wasn’t to say lighter shades wouldn’t work, but darker ones resonated more with Ning Wan’s essence.
“Then this one it is!” Ning Wan smiled, her voice soft. “Tianyu, would you help me put it on?”
Then, she raised her arms as the pale purple cheongsam, carrying her warm, subtle fragrance, was removed. Next, she lifted a plump, beautifully long leg, her slender hand reaching to her graceful, slender waist to peel off the gossamer-thin Ice Silkworm Black Silk stockings.
Her lotus feet, adorned with a captivating purple nail polish, rested one gently on Deng Tianyu’s leg, the other cradled in his hand.
Even though he was now small, the filial Deng Tianyu would not shy away from such a filial act.
Putting aside the issue of the Filial Piety Water drops, he was the one who had dirtied his Shizun’s cheongsam just now, so he naturally had to take responsibility.
“Shizun, lift your foot!”
Deng Tianyu picked up a pair of skin-toned stockings and gently held one of her utterly flawless lotus feet, helping his Shizun put it on. Then came the second, followed by the crimson-red Peony-and-Water skirt.
At this moment, Ning Wan was silent, just gazing fixedly at his profile, crystal-clear waves of emotion swirling in her beautiful eyes.
This wasn’t the first time Tianyu had dressed her.
It was, however, the first time in this form.
“Tianyu, have you ever helped your Aunt Rong with her clothes?”
“No!”
“Good…”
As he dressed her, the two chatted idly.
Moments later, with the help of the filial little Deng Tianyu, Ning Wan was fully dressed.
Her ink-black hair cascaded down to her graceful, slender waist. The crimson-red Peony-and-Water skirt wrapped around her full, seductive figure, exuding both charm and elegance.
Her glance shimmered with radiant color, and a seductive, tender smile played on her crimson lips, a breathtakingly captivating sight.
Ning Wan glanced at the sky outside and said to Deng Tianyu, “Tianyu, it’s still early. Stay with me and talk for a while.”
So saying, she pulled her precious disciple down to lie with her, letting him lean back against her body as she pulled a corner of the silk blanket over them.
Tiny as he was, Deng Tianyu felt himself entirely enveloped in his Shizun’s warm, soft embrace, the massive, full mounds of her breasts pressing tightly against his back.
The tip of his nose was filled with his Shizun’s alluring, mature fragrance. Even through the long skirt, he could feel the warmth of her skin. Though the atmosphere was somewhat romantic, Deng Tianyu’s heart was filled with warmth.
“Tianyu, do you remember?” Ning Wan gently kissed the back of his neck, her slender hand taking his and placing it on her long, beautiful leg wrapped in the skin-toned stockings. “Before, I used to hold you just like this as you fell asleep.”
“It was exactly like it is now!”
A nostalgic look crossed Deng Tianyu’s face. “Mm, I remember!”
All the moments he’d shared with his Shizun, from childhood onward, began to replay in his mind like a lantern show.
“When Tianyu was little and asleep, he would always curl up into a little ball.”
“Only when I held you like this would you finally relax.”
Ning Wan’s brows and eyes were full of smiles as she gently recounted the little things from their past together.
Back then, Deng Tianyu had just arrived at Purple Cloud Sect, and he would indeed curl up in his sleep, a result of lacking a sense of security.
But as he gradually spent more time with his Shizun, he slowly came to feel Ning Wan’s pampering and thoughtfulness towards him. That initial resistance was gradually smoothed over…
