183: Chapter 183 Han Su Wants to Make the Young Master Happy

Her voice faded, but her eyes secretly curved into crescents.

Ye Yun's hand released her face and slid down to her chin, his thumb rubbing against the soft curve of her jawline.

Being touched like that, Fang Hansu felt like a cat having its chin scratched; her eyes narrowed slightly, and her entire body went limp.

"Young Master."

"Mm."

"Young Master is so good to Hansu."

Ye Yun looked at her without responding.

His hand slid down from her chin and rested on her collarbone.

His fingertips traced those two delicate curves, moving from left to right, then right to left.

"Young Master."

Fang Hansu's voice rang out again, softer than before and carrying a slight tremble.

"Mm."

"The mushroom Young Master planted is touching Hansu."

Ye Yun's hand paused for a moment.

Then he continued tracing.

Fang Hansu bit her lip, her face flushing red again, yet she did not pull away.

She merely shifted her legs slightly, changing her posture.

It would have been fine if she hadn't moved, but with that movement, the mushroom became even more prominent.

Ye Yun looked down at her.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

Fang Hansu buried her face in his chest, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

"No... Hansu didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"Didn't... didn't do it on purpose."

Her words were halting; even she didn't believe herself.

Ye Yun's hand slid down from her collarbone and disappeared under the quilt.

Fang Hansu's body trembled slightly, but she didn't shy away.

Her fingers gripped the lapel of his robe over his chest, clutching so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"One more time."

Ye Yun's voice sounded above her head; it wasn't a question, but a statement.

Fang Hansu remained silent for a breath.

Then she nodded gently.

Her chin tapped against his chest, once, then again.

Ye Yun's hand stopped.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse."

Fang Hansu looked up at him.

Her eyes were still misty and her cheeks were still flushed, but her gaze was earnest.

"Young Master has saved Hansu twice. Hansu's life belongs to Young Master, and so does her body. If Young Master wants it, Hansu will give it. This isn't a matter of wanting or not wanting."

She paused, the corners of her mouth curving up into a tiny, tiny arc.

"Besides... Hansu also wants to make Young Master happy."

Ye Yun looked at her and said nothing.

Fang Hansu propped herself up and sat up from his embrace.

The quilt slid from her shoulders, pooling at her waist, as the morning light squeezed through the gaps in the window paper and fell upon her body.

Those varying shades of red marks were exceptionally clear under the light, stretching from her collarbone to her chest.

From her waist to her lower abdomen, it looked like plum blossoms scattered across snow.

She knelt by his side, lowered her head, and began to untie the drawstrings of his inner robe.

Her fingers were still shaking slightly, but not from fear.

The drawstrings came undone.

She leaned down, imitating his actions from last night, her lips softly landing on his collarbone.

It was very light and very amateur, like a small bird pecking for food.

Then his chest.

His lower abdomen.

All the way down.

Ye Yun raised his hand and rested it on her head, his fingers running through her disheveled hair.

Fang Hansu looked up and glanced at him.

Those eyes were full of shyness, but also full of seriousness.

Then she lowered her head and continued downward.

Ye Yun closed his eyes.

Outside the window, birds were still chirping, sunlight was still creeping in, and the shouts of vendors downstairs were still ringing out.

But he could no longer hear any of it.

...

Two hours later, everything finally came to a stop.

The sun outside had already climbed to the zenith, and the midday light squeezed through the gaps in the window paper.

It was more scorching and bright than in the morning, casting several dazzling white strips of light on the floor.

The room was filled with a scent mixed with sweat and something else, so rich it was almost palpable.

The water in the wooden tub had long since turned cold, and the few flower petals on the surface had sunk to the bottom.

They lay quietly at the base of the tub, as if they too were too exhausted to move.

Ye Yun leaned against the headboard, fine beads of sweat streaming down his face.

The sweat slid down his well-defined jawline, dripping onto his chest and mixing with the sweat already there.

His breathing had not yet fully steadied, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

However, the aura he exuded was like someone who had just enjoyed a satiating feast.

Satisfied, relaxed, every pore of his body radiated comfort.

And the aura on his body was several degrees more intense than it had been two hours ago.

The aura of a Half-step Martial Spirit was no longer deliberately restrained, drifting naturally through the room.

Like a sated tiger dozing in the sun.

Even though he didn't show his claws or teeth, he made the air in the entire room feel heavy.

Fang Hansu lay slumped in his arms, looking as if she had been fished out of water.

She was covered in sweat from head to toe, her hair soaked through and clinging in strands to her cheeks, neck, and back.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breathing shallow and rapid.

Like a small animal that had run a very long distance and could finally stop to catch its breath.

New marks had been added to the already dense red marks on her body over these two hours.

Old bruises and new crimson overlapped, from her shoulders to her waist, from her chest to the base of her thighs.

There was almost no patch of skin left unblemished.

"Young Master."

Her voice sounded as if it were squeezed from her throat, both hoarse and soft.

It had that clingy quality of a sob mixed with a nasal tone.

"Hansu is really going to die."

Ye Yun's hand rested on her back, patting her rhythmically.

"You won't die."

Fang Hansu let out a hum against his neck, not even having the strength to lift her head.

"Young Master is lying. Hansu really thought she was going to die just now."

"Which time?"

Fang Hansu was silent for a breath, then opened her mouth and gave his shoulder a light bite.

That force, let alone causing pain, didn't even leave a tooth mark; it was more like acting spoiled.

Ye Yun couldn't help but chuckle.

"Biting me now, are you?"

"Young Master is too wicked."

Her voice was muffled against his shoulder, carrying a bit of grievance and a touch of coquettishness that even she didn't notice.

"Hansu said no more, but Young Master still... still wouldn't stop."

"Are you sure you said 'no more'?"

Ye Yun looked down at her, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

"How do I remember your legs wrapping around my waist, squeezing harder than anyone?"

Fang Hansu's body stiffened for a moment.

Then she curled up like a startled snail, desperately trying to shrink into his embrace.

She wished she could hide her entire self inside his body.

The tips of her ears were so red they looked ready to bleed, and even the back of her neck was flushed pink.

"Young Master!"

Her voice was both ashamed and annoyed, but because she was truly too exhausted, even her annoyance was soft, like a ball of cotton hitting his chest.

"Young Master is not allowed to say it. If you say it again, Hansu will... will..."

"Will what?"

"Will... will ignore Young Master."

Ye Yun looked down at her, his fingers sliding down her back.

They landed on the two finger marks on her waist that had already begun to turn bruise-colored, and he massaged them gently.

Fang Hansu let out a whimper from his rubbing, her entire body softening further.

"Ignore me? Would you have the heart to?"