Chapter 89 The Serving of Miss Yu (Part 1)

The delicate bodies of the two sisters trembled almost simultaneously.

The elder sister, Yu Linglong, had a pretty face filled with terror, shame, and a hint of despair.

She pressed her bloodless lips together tightly, her slender hands wringing the hem of her clothes so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She knew this moment would come eventually, but she had not expected it to arrive so directly, so... swiftly.

Subconsciously, she glanced at her younger sister, who looked bewildered and at a loss.

Only then did she take a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and tremblingly reached out her slender hands, her fingertips icy cold, moving forward slowly to begin unfastening the complex buttons of Xiao Ming's outer robe.

The reaction of the younger sister, Yu Linlang, was completely different.

First, she was stunned, the lively and curious expression on her pretty face instantly freezing, replaced by the unexpected panic and embarrassment of a young girl.

Her cheeks turned bright red in a "whoosh," like a ripe apple, the flush spreading all the way to her delicate earlobes and fair neck.

Seeing her elder sister helping the Saint undo his outer robe, Yu Linlang let out an instinctive gasp, suddenly raising her jade-like hands to cover her eyes, as if that could shut out the face-flushing scene before her.

But through the gaps in her slender fingers, she could still see her elder sister's trembling figure stepping forward and the tall, imposing silhouette of His Highness the Saint, which made her little heart pound wildly, leaving her even more at a loss, her body shrinking back slightly, wishing she could hide herself away.

Despite the resistance and shyness in her heart, the responsibility to her Family and the longing for great power ultimately overcame the young girl's pride.

A hint of resigned emptiness appeared in Yu Linglong's eyes.

She tremblingly reached out her cold hands, her fingertips quivering slightly, to undo the layers of shackles of Xiao Ming's robes.

Her movements were stiff and awkward.

Seeing her sister's awkward and trembling movements through her fingers, Yu Linlang bit her lower lip after a moment, her face a mix of red and pale, before finally lowering her hands and slowly moving to the other side of Xiao Ming, imitating her sister's actions to help undo his jade belt.

Her movements also appeared flustered, and whenever her fingers accidentally touched his firm, robust muscles, they would recoil as if struck by lightning.

The air was filled only with the rustling of clothes and the sound of their frantic heartbeats.

Outer robes, inner garments... were gradually stripped away, revealing Xiao Ming's well-built and sturdy upper body.

No matter what, the two young women were Young Misses of a great Family; they had never been in such close contact with a man, and especially seeing the explosive, muscular lines of Xiao Ming, filled with the beauty of power, made them flush crimson, their eyes darting away, yet unable to resist stealing glances.

When only the last piece of silk trousers remained on Xiao Ming, he waved his hand casually, signaling that the two young women could stop.

Looking at the pair of sisters before him, as delicate and fresh as lotus flowers on a single stalk, shy and uneasy, he swallowed involuntarily.

Xiao Ming suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, let his gaze linger for a moment on the delicate bodies of the two sisters, tense with shyness, before slowly turning around and stepping first into the massive white jade hot spring pool.

The warm pool water instantly enveloped Xiao Ming, bringing a perfect sense of comfort that dispelled the little bit of drunkenness he had, and allowed his tense nerves to relax slightly.

He leaned comfortably against the smooth jade wall of the pool, the warm water just covering his chest, revealing only his well-defined shoulders, neck, and arms.

Xiao Ming closed his eyes to rest for a moment, as if enjoying this rare tranquility, the misty vapor making his handsome features appear somewhat hazy.

By the pool, Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang still stood stiffly in place. Although they had not yet removed their thin garments, the panic from just a moment ago and the steam rising in the hall had already caused fine beads of sweat to form on their foreheads and temples, and the flush on their cheeks refused to fade.

They looked at Xiao Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed in the pool, and for a moment were at a loss, not knowing what to do.

After another moment, sensing that the two young women were still standing there foolishly, looking helpless, Xiao Ming did not open his eyes but spoke lazily, his voice carrying a tone that brooked no argument: "What are you still standing there for? The water temperature in this pool is just right; come on down. Serve this Saint in bathing, and help relieve my fatigue."

Hearing this seemingly calm but undeniable command from Xiao Ming, the delicate bodies of Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang tightened and trembled once more.

In Yu Linglong's eyes, which had originally been filled with moisture, there flashed a momentary, unspeakable shame, helplessness, and deep self-mockery.

"Serve in bathing..." These four words exploded in her mind.

She, Yu Linglong, was, after all, the Young Miss of the Yu Family, gifted with outstanding talent since childhood and burdened with the high expectations of her Family; how could she have ever imagined that one day, she would be like a servant girl, undressing someone and serving them in their bath?

Yu Linlang, on the other hand, was filled with the panic and shyness of a young girl who had not yet experienced the ways of the world.

She looked up abruptly, her large eyes wide, filled with disbelief and helplessness.

"Go... go down? Serve... in bathing?" She murmured, repeating the words, the flush on her pretty face that had faded over time now returning even faster, spreading all the way to her delicate collarbones.

She subconsciously clutched her skirt, her heart pounding like a startled deer; that demeanor, mixed with fear, panic, and ignorant innocence, only served to reveal an itch-inducing, charming, and naive temptation.