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The afternoon sunlight poured in through the open window like shards of gold, gently waking Le Yao Yao from her slumber.
However, the first sensation that hit her upon waking was an overwhelming pain in her head, as if it were about to explode.
"Ah, my head hurts so much..."
Furrowing her beautifully shaped dark eyebrows, Le Yao Yao pressed her hand against her forehead, murmuring in agony.
The pain felt as if someone had taken a large axe and struck her head repeatedly.
Clutching her throbbing head, Le Yao Yao collapsed back onto the bed.
Just then, perhaps sensing something unusual from within the room, a series of sharp knocks echoed from outside the door, accompanied by Little Muzi's anxious voice.
"Xiaoyaozi, are you awake?"
"Yes, Little Muzi..."
Despite the pain coursing through her head, Le Yao Yao gritted her teeth and called out.
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's response, Little Muzi immediately pushed the door open. When she saw Le Yao Yao lying on the bed with a pained expression, concern washed over her.
Without hesitation, she hurried in holding a bowl of steaming herbal soup.
As she set down the bowl, Little Muzi couldn't help but scold gently out of worry.
"You know how hard it is now, right? Drinking so much when you can't handle it—no wonder you're suffering like this. Let's see if you dare to drink again in the future..."
Though she scolded, Little Muzi was genuinely concerned for Le Yao Yao.
Seeing Le Yao Yao's pained expression, she quickly helped her sit up and brought the steaming bowl closer to her nose.
As soon as Le Yao Yao caught a whiff of that strange smell, her nose wrinkled in distaste, and she quickly turned her face away, a look of disgust on her face.
"What is this?! It smells awful..."
"This is Hangover Tea. The prince instructed that as soon as you wake up, you should drink it immediately. Come on, drink it quickly; it will help relieve your headache..."
Hearing Little Muzi's words, Le Yao Yao was reluctant to drink something so foul-smelling, but the pain in her head felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside. Reluctantly, she pressed her red lips together and picked up the Hangover Tea, gulping it down in one go.
The bitter taste slid down her throat, leaving a lingering bitterness in her mouth that almost made her delicate features scrunch up in distaste.
She couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue and said with a frown, "This tastes terrible..."
"Bitter medicine is good for you. Drink it, and your headache will hurt less soon!"
Seeing Le Yao Yao's pained expression as she grimaced from the bitterness made Little Muzi smile slightly.
"Alright, since you're awake, let's get you washed up and out of bed! I've already prepared everything for you."
"Thank you, Little Muzi..."
Upon hearing Little Muzi's words, Le Yao Yao felt a warm current flow through her heart.
Then she got out of bed and quickly freshened up.
As the cool water washed over her face, Le Yao Yao's mind gradually became clearer.
The intense pain in her head had lessened significantly since she first woke up. It seemed that bowl of Hangover Tea really was a bitter but effective remedy!
As Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, a series of vague fragments suddenly surged in her mind.
These fragments played out like a movie, continuously appearing in her consciousness, hazy yet so real.
In the fragments, she recalled that last night, she had drunk too much and felt an overwhelming heat throughout her body. Then, she began to undress herself.
Later on, someone had helped her remove her clothes, but after that, she could remember nothing…
Just thinking about this made Le Yao Yao feel as if she had been struck by lightning; she froze in place. The towel she held slipped from her fingers with a splash, splattering water onto her face.
The water sprayed everywhere, soaking her clothes, yet she remained oblivious.
Eventually, it was Little Muzi who noticed something was off with Le Yao Yao. Seeing her with a ghostly expression and wide-open Beautiful Eyes, as if she had been deeply shaken by something, Little Muzi felt worried and puzzled.
Unable to hold back, she asked, “Xiaoyaozi, what’s wrong?”
“Uh…”
Hearing Little Muzi's voice brought Le Yao Yao back to reality slowly. Then, as if recalling something important, she turned around and grabbed Little Muzi's shoulder urgently.
“Little Muzi, did something happen last night?! Please tell me!”
If these hazy fragments were true, then her identity as a woman must have been discovered.
However, all she could vaguely remember was that someone had undressed her, but she didn’t know who it was that realized she was a woman!
She still remembered that last night she had been drinking at Ruyi Inn with Dongfang Bai and Nangong Junxi. Afterward, when she got drunk, everything that happened next became a blur.
Did Dongfang Bai discover her identity as a woman, or was it Nangong Junxi!?
Filled with uncertainty, Le Yao Yao felt as if her heart was tossed around like a bucket in a storm.
Meanwhile, Little Muzi, who was being shaken vigorously by Le Yao Yao, was on the verge of fainting from the excitement.
With a furrowed brow, Little Muzi let out a small cry and said, "Hey, Xiaoyaozi, calm down! You're shaking me so much that I'm about to lose my mind. Just tell me what you want to know, and I'll tell you!"
"Uh..."
Hearing Little Muzi's plea for mercy, Le Yao Yao suddenly realized that she had been shaking Little Muzi too hard out of nervousness.
Upon hearing those words, Le Yao Yao quickly released her grip, and a hint of guilt washed over her flustered face.
"I'm sorry, Little Muzi. I didn't mean to do that. I was just... just... sigh..."
At this point, Le Yao Yao sighed deeply and continued, "What exactly happened last night? Little Muzi, please tell me!"
"Xiaoyaozi, don't you remember?! Last night, you did something really terrible!"
"What!? Something really terrible!?"
Upon hearing Little Muzi's words, Le Yao Yao felt her heart drop with a thud, as if it had plunged into an abyss from which there was no return...
Heavens!
Indeed, her identity as a woman had been discovered!
At this thought, Le Yao Yao's face drained of color, turning as pale as paper, which was deeply concerning to those around her.
Seeing this, Little Muzi, though worried, recounted the events of the previous night truthfully.
"I only know that last night, the Prince suddenly rushed back to the Elegant Breeze Pavilion holding you in his arms. He then ordered Little Gui to prepare Hangover Tea. However, after Little Gui finished preparing it, he stepped out. After a long while, Little Gui suddenly heard the Prince's furious growl, which nearly made his heart leap out of his chest. When Little Gui came back in to check, he saw..."
At this point, Little Muzi hesitated, his gaze flickering nervously. This only heightened Le Yao Yao's anxiety.
"What did he see...!?"
Although she had an inkling of what had happened, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but ask again. Her heart raced as if someone were squeezing it tightly, making her afraid to even breathe.
Her anxious and panicked gaze was fixed intently on Little Muzi.
Seeing her like this, Little Muzi sighed. Originally, these matters were not supposed to be shared as per the Prince's instructions.
Last night, he too had been startled by Little Gui's voice and hurried over, witnessing that shocking scene himself.
Moreover, when he saw what was happening in the room at that moment, he was also taken aback.
Thinking about how violent the Prince could be and how Xiaoyaozi had dared to do such a thing to him... it seemed that Xiaoyaozi's future was now precarious.
With this thought in mind, Little Muzi looked at Le Yao Yao with evident sympathy.
At this sight, Le Yao Yao felt as if her heart had plunged into an Ice Cave.
Even the heart that had died felt something.
Eyes immediately closed, and she fell straight onto the bed.
However, upon hearing Little Muzi's next words, Le Yao Yao was instantly shocked, and Beautiful Eyes widened in disbelief as she asked.
"What did you say?!"
"I said, last night, you threw up all over the prince!"
Seeing Le Yao Yao's stunned expression, her mouth agape in shock, Beautiful Eyes repeated herself.
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of shock wash over her.
Last night, she had actually thrown up on the living Yama!?
Oh my!
Her little head was surely doomed.
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao slowly covered her neck with her hand, feeling increasingly anxious.
However, amidst her fear, it seemed like she remembered something and quickly followed up with another question.
"Is there anything else?! Besides me throwing up on the prince, did I do anything else wrong?"
For instance, her identity as a woman...
"Anything else?! I mean, Xiaoyaozi, throwing up on the prince is already a grave sin; what else you did is beyond my knowledge!?"
Hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Little Muzi was even more flustered and anxious.
After all, their lord was the esteemed Rui Wangye, a figure of high status. To be vomited on by a mere Little Servant was unthinkable. If the lord were to become angry, Xiaoyaozi's head would surely be on the line.
Fortunately, after he entered yesterday, although the lord was furious, he did not seem to blame Xiaoyaozi at all; he simply left in a huff, leaving Little Muzi behind.
Little Muzi recounted these events to Le Yao Yao truthfully.
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes flickered with uncertainty as she asked, "Is that really all that happened?!"
"That's exactly how it went," Little Muzi affirmed, thinking that her tone reflected lingering fear.
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao let out a huge sigh of relief.
A gentle glance around the room revealed that aside from her bed linens being changed, she was still wearing the same clothes from last night!
It seemed that Little Muzi had only changed her sheets and had not touched her clothing at all.
With this thought, Le Yao Yao's previously heightened anxiety finally eased a bit.
However, it was only a slight relief.
Because even though she learned from Little Muzi that she had merely vomited on the living hell itself, causing it to leave, what else had she done during that incident?
Moreover, there were still some hazy fragments in her mind!
Who had taken off her clothes before!?
Was it the Living Yama, or Dongfang Bai, or Nangong Junxi, or perhaps...
The more she thought about it, the more anxious Le Yao Yao became.
This feeling of uncertainty made her restless and anxious.
She wanted to go out immediately to ask the Living Yama, but in the end, she still lacked the courage.
Finally, it was Little Muzi who noticed her unease and asked with concern.
"Xiaoyaozi, what's wrong? Are you afraid of being punished by the prince? Don't worry, the prince actually cares about you. He probably doesn't blame you; otherwise, he wouldn't have come over this morning to ask me to prepare Hangover Tea for you to drink when you wake up."
"What!? The Living Yama specifically asked you to prepare it!?"
Hearing Little Muzi's words, Le Yao Yao was taken aback, her pretty face momentarily stunned.
Seeing this, Little Muzi immediately nodded affirmatively.
"Yes! So if the prince really wanted to blame you, he wouldn't be so concerned about you."
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing Little Muzi's words, Le Yao Yao felt a mix of emotions.
If that's the case, then the Living Yama does care about her...
...
Uncertainty about last night's events left Le Yao Yao's heart in a chaotic mess.
Knowing that continuing to overthink wouldn’t help, she decided it was better to ask directly!
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao took advantage of the empty backyard, filled a basin with clean water, and quickly took a bath.
After all, having drunk so much last night, the lingering smell of alcohol was unbearable even for her.
Fortunately, both Mei and Xing were absent today; they must have sent the living Yama off to handle some matters.
Moreover, she had heard Little Muzi mention that the living Yama was still in the palace and hadn’t returned yet!
The Elegant Breeze Pavilion was originally only occupied by a few of them, and with everyone gone, Le Yao Yao felt quite relaxed.
After enjoying a refreshing bath and changing into clean clothes, she learned that Cicada, the living Yama, had returned to the residence and was currently in the study.
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao's heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening unexpectedly.
However, she knew that rather than letting her imagination run wild, it would be better to ask for answers directly. Perhaps things weren’t as bad as she had imagined.
Resolute in her decision, Le Yao Yao immediately headed to the tea room. Just then, Little Gui was preparing some fragrant tea. Seeing this, Le Yao Yao quickly stepped in to help.
"Little Gui, let me do it."
"Okay. Then Xiaoyaozi can take the tea to the prince. I still need to finish cleaning up the front courtyard," Little Gui replied.
Little Gui was a newly assigned young eunuch at the Elegant Breeze Pavilion. However, he usually only did menial tasks around there.
He was only thirteen years old. Although he looked ordinary, he was quite clever, which made Le Yao Yao regard him as a little brother.
Hearing Little Gui's words, Le Yao Yao smiled lightly and nodded before picking up the freshly boiled water to brew some tea.
However, her mind was preoccupied with too many thoughts. She feared that the living Yama already knew her true identity as a woman. If that were the case, how would she face him later?
With this fear in her heart, Le Yao Yao lost focus and didn't realize that she had already filled the teacup to the brim.
When she finally snapped back to reality and saw that the boiling water had overflowed from the cup and spilled all over the table, she was startled and quickly set down the teapot, intending to pour out the tea.
But in her flustered state, she forgot that this was freshly boiled water—extremely hot!
As a result, Le Yao Yao tragically burned herself.
When the sharp pain shot through her hand, she gasped and jumped back as if she had been electrocuted, immediately waving her small hands in distress.
“Ouch, that hurts…”
It felt as if her fingers were on fire, the searing pain causing her delicate features to scrunch up in distress. She couldn't help but feel frustrated.
Could it be that she was having a run of bad luck this year?
Why had everything been going so wrong for her lately? No matter what she did, it seemed like misfortune followed.
Gritting her teeth as she looked at her bright red fingers, Le Yao Yao felt tears welling up in her eyes.
She hurriedly blew on her burned fingers, but it didn’t help at all.
However, Le Yao Yao knew she couldn't afford to delay any longer. The living Yama had already been back at his residence for some time, and if she didn't deliver the tea soon, he might get angry with her.
After thinking this through, Le Yao Yao forced herself to endure the sharp pain in her fingertips. She brewed another cup of fragrant tea, carefully placed it on a tray, and headed toward the study.
At that moment, the sun blazed overhead, and the heat was unbearable.
The cicadas in the trees chirped incessantly, their noise making one feel irritated.
Even the breeze that blew by carried a scorching warmth.
The distance from the tea room to the study was not far, but by the time Le Yao Yao arrived at the study, her back was already damp with sweat.
Looking at the intricately carved wooden door of the study that was slightly ajar, Le Yao Yao hesitated to take another step forward.
Through the crack in the door, she could vaguely see the interior.
Although she couldn't see the figure of the living Yama, she could still sense that he was inside.
Just thinking about this made her previously calm heart race wildly.
The 'thump thump thump' of her heartbeat echoed loudly, preventing her from calming down any longer.
Biting her lower lip, Le Yao Yao took a deep breath to suppress her anxious feelings. With one hand holding the tray and the other hand gently tapping on the slightly ajar Carved Wooden Door, she knocked lightly.
As the crisp sound of knocking echoed, there was a moment of silence from within the room. Soon after, a low and hoarse voice came from inside the study—
"Come in."
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao clenched her hands tightly and pressed her red lips together. She reached out to push open the Carved Wooden Door, lowered her head, and adopted a respectful demeanor befitting a servant as she stepped into the study.
Feeling flustered and uncertain about what had happened last night, Le Yao Yao kept her head down and did not dare to face the living Yama.
She had been trying to adjust her mood, repeatedly emphasizing to herself that everything would be fine. However, when faced with the living Yama, she found herself wavering and anxious once again.
How much did the living Yama know about her?
In her hazy memory, it seemed that someone had stripped her of her clothes last night. Was that person the living Yama?
Just as Le Yao Yao was lost in her thoughts, a low, alluring voice suddenly echoed in the room.
“How much longer are you going to keep me waiting for my tea?”
“Uh?!”
Hearing the living Yama's words snapped Le Yao Yao back to reality. She realized that while she had been lost in thought, she had approached him but was merely standing there without placing the tray of tea down.
Now that she was aware of her surroundings, she found herself staring into the living Yama's deep, narrow cold eyes.
It seemed he had been watching her for quite some time. His gaze was as dark as night, filled with an intelligence that seemed to pierce through to her very soul. Feeling flustered, Le Yao Yao quickly set the tray of tea on the table in front of him.
“Your Highness, please have some tea…”
Flustered and disoriented, Le Yao Yao stumbled over her words.
Perhaps it was due to her guilty conscience, but she couldn't shake the worry that the living Yama already knew she was a woman. Otherwise, why would his expression be so grim today?
It felt as if dark clouds were looming over a city on the brink of destruction, leaving her genuinely concerned.
What Le Yao Yao didn't realize was that Leng Junyu's gloomy demeanor stemmed from the events of the previous night.
It should have been such a beautiful night, one filled with anticipation for something wonderful about to happen. He had been so excited and hopeful, only for it all to end in tragedy.
Now, he could faintly hear the sound of that damned Little Servant violently retching beside him, and beneath him, he could still feel that warm sensation...
The more he thought about it, the darker Leng Junyu's expression became.
After all, his most proud symbol of masculinity had been vomited on by someone...
Could he not be angry!?
Moreover, this Little One had entered the study with a troubled mind. That delicate Little Face seemed lost in thought, occasionally twisting into a knot, as if he were invisible to her.
At this point, he really wanted to twist 'his' little neck, but unfortunately, even if he could break everyone's necks in the world, he couldn't bring himself to do it to 'him'...
So now, he could only swallow all his anger and frustration. As a result, his face grew even darker.
Le Yao Yao had no idea what the living hell was thinking; she was just anxious about whether he knew her secret of being a woman and what they had done together in the room.
These were her worries.
However, just as Le Yao Yao was fretting, suddenly, a deep and puzzled voice broke through her thoughts.
"What's wrong with your hand?"
With a hint of concern in his voice, she felt her injured little hand being grasped by a warm and sturdy palm.
That strong hand was broad and solid, yet it seemed to carry an electric current. When he held her hand, Le Yao Yao felt a surge of electricity coursing through her entire body.
Immediately, she sprang back as if she were on a spring.
The sudden movement startled not only Leng Junyu but also left Le Yao Yao momentarily stunned.
Especially as she leaned back, her small hand accidentally knocked over the cup of fragrant tea that had been resting on the table.
In an instant, there was a loud crash as the cup fell to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.
That wasn't all; when the tea spilled, it splashed all over the living Yama.
This tea had just been brewed, and Le Yao Yao had already experienced how hot it was.
So when she saw the tea splattered all over the living Yama, her heart nearly leaped out of her throat in fright.
"Oh my gosh! My lord..."
Le Yao Yao exclaimed in shock, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.
As she realized what had happened, she quickly took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the tea leaves off the living Yama's clothes.
Feeling the scorching heat on his clothing made Le Yao Yao's heart race.
"My lord, hurry, take off your clothes!"
With such hot tea splashed on him, she couldn't help but worry if the living Yama had been burned.
The thought sent her into a panic.
Her delicate face turned pale with fear as she fumbled about in distress.
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's frantic demeanor, the living Yama remained calm and composed, sitting steadily on his chair.
It was as if he were not the one who had been scalded at all.
The calm, handsome face stood in stark contrast to Little Face's panicked expression.
As Le Yao Yao continued to wipe the tea leaves off the Living Yama, she gradually sensed something unusual about him. Her beautiful eyes, filled with tension, lifted slightly.
When she met the Living Yama's cold eyes, which narrowed for a moment, her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, the Living Yama was angry!
But it was no wonder; that hot tea had spilled all over him. If it were her, she would be furious too!
However, heaven knows she didn't do it on purpose. Still, the fact remained that she had burned the Living Yama. It seemed her little head was really in trouble today...
With that thought, Le Yao Yao felt lost, and her once panicked beautiful eyes dimmed.
Just as she awaited the Living Yama's furious outburst, she heard him say—
"Am I truly so... detestable to you?"
His voice was laced with anger, yet it carried an undertone of melancholy and sorrow.
Upon hearing his words, Le Yao Yao's pretty face froze for a moment before panic set in, and she immediately shook her head vigorously.
"No, no, no! I didn't mean that..."
"Is that so!?"
At her response, Leng Junyu pressed his red lips together tightly, his handsome face still shrouded in gloom.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao quickly nodded earnestly.
"Yes, it's true."
She did not hate him; at most, she was just afraid...
Of course, Le Yao Yao did not voice this thought.
Upon hearing her words, Leng Junyu's handsome face finally relaxed slightly. He then reached out again, taking Le Yao Yao's injured little hand in his large palm.
This time, Le Yao Yao did not pull away.
Instead, she stood there motionless, allowing the living hell to examine her wounded hand.
She lowered her head in silence, looking at the man before her.
At that moment, although he still exuded a chilling aura, the strength with which he held her small hand was surprisingly gentle.
It was as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world...
The sudden surge of thoughts made Le Yao Yao's heart tremble, and a hint of surprise crossed her beautiful eyes.
Oh my, what was she thinking!?
Recently, she had been overthinking more and more.
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao wanted to pull her hand away from the living hell's grip, but in the end, she gave up.
She noticed that when he saw the burn on her hand, his handsome brows furrowed slightly.
As he focused on the wound on her hand, his cold eyes softened a bit.
The long and thick eyelashes resembled a pair of beautiful black fans, casting two clusters of graceful shadows on his eyelids, completely obscuring the emotions hidden in his gaze, making it impossible for anyone to discern his thoughts.
However, the slight furrow of his brow just moments ago still surprised Le Yao Yao.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her small mouth parted in astonishment.
The fact that he, the Living Yama, frowned—did that mean he was concerned about her!?
As this thought crossed her mind, a warm current flowed into her heart like a clear stream, bringing with it a sense of comfort.
While she was lost in thought, she suddenly saw the Living Yama reach out to open the drawer of his desk. He then pulled out a small porcelain bottle from within.
This small porcelain bottle was exquisitely crafted. Its exterior was adorned with intricately painted colorful flowers, making it quite beautiful.
Le Yao Yao recognized it as the royal court's Peony Ointment.
This Peony Ointment was said to be made from the essence of peonies combined with various medicinal herbs. Its rarity made it worth a fortune, and only esteemed men like the Living Yama could use it.
But now, what did it mean that he took out this bottle of Peony Ointment!?
Could it be that he intended to...
"Hang in there." Just as Le Yao Yao pondered this, she heard the Living Yama speak in a low voice. To her surprise, he opened the Peony Ointment and began to gently apply it to her burns.
His movements were slow and tender.
His fingertips bore faint calluses, so when they glided over her burn, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of coolness wash over her, accompanied by a gradual tingling sensation...
Like silk, like electricity, the tingling spread...
At that moment, the Living Yama seemed to carry a kind of magic, sending a tingling sensation through her hand that made her heart feel as if it might melt away.
A strange emotion began to spread slowly within her heart...
Warm, sweet, gentle...
Although she didn’t quite understand what this feeling was, she knew one thing for certain: she liked it very much.
Just as Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, she felt the Living Yama’s hand gradually release her injured little hand. As that warm palm let go, a sudden sense of loss welled up in her heart.
However, she didn’t dwell on it for long. When she noticed the Living Yama's damp clothes, a wave of alarm washed over her, and she immediately spoke up.
"Your Highness, are you burned? Let me apply some medicine for you!"
Oh dear, how foolish she was! That scalding cup of tea had spilled all over him; he must have been burned! What should she do!?
Thinking of this, panic and worry quickly replaced the lovely expression on Le Yao Yao's face.
It was all her fault!
If she hadn’t reacted so dramatically earlier, she wouldn’t have knocked over that cup of tea, and it wouldn’t have splashed all over the Living Yama.
If he really had been burned, it would be her fault.
The more she thought about it, the more her beautiful dark eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Yet just as Le Yao Yao was feeling increasingly anxious, the Living Yama looked at her worried little face. His cold eyes flickered for a moment before he spoke.
"Are you concerned about me?"
"Uh!?"
Hearing the words of the Living Yama, Le Yao Yao's delicate face froze for a moment, feeling somewhat confused.
At that moment, the Living Yama sat there as if nothing were wrong, his deep Cold Eyes fixed on her, as if he could read the emotions he desired from her expression.
Le Yao Yao felt puzzled by the Living Yama's demeanor, but she still nodded and replied honestly.
"Of course."
"Hehe..."
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's response, the Living Yama suddenly laughed.
At this moment, Leng Junyu felt a sudden sense of relief.
Just moments ago, Le Yao Yao had retreated fiercely, seemingly resisting his touch with great intensity, which had left him feeling quite angry.
However, now that he saw her worried expression for him, all his anger dissipated like smoke.
A sweet sensation surged within him, as if his heart were filled with honey. Leng Junyu felt an overwhelming sense of joy.
Then, as if recalling something, his Cold Eyes flickered briefly before he suddenly spoke.
"Good."
"Huh?!"
Good!? What does that mean!?
Le Yao Yao was puzzled by the expression on the living Yama's face.
However, she knew that at this moment, he was feeling extremely delighted.
She watched as a proud smile curved on his handsome face.
That smile was like the first thaw of a thousand-year-old ice, dancing with a hint of mischief, captivating anyone who beheld it.
Just as Le Yao Yao was mesmerized by the smile on the man's face, he suddenly stood up from his chair.
With his movement, Le Yao Yao felt as if a towering mountain had risen before her.
What had started as her looking down now transformed into her gazing up at him.
This made Le Yao Yao sigh inwardly.
He was really tall!
Standing over six feet tall right in front of her, just a step away, she had to lift her head high to see his face, which was quite a strain.
Moreover, at that moment, she found herself eye-level with his chest!
Standing next to him made Le Yao Yao feel like a little child, leaving her speechless.
It seemed she needed to take better care of herself; perhaps she would grow taller in the future!
However, just as Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, when she heard the man's next words, her pretty face froze in surprise.
"Hurry and help this king change clothes!"
"Oh, okay, I'll be right there..."
Upon hearing the man's words, Le Yao Yao finally realized that the living Yama wanted her to help him change clothes and apply medicine!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao didn't dare to delay. She immediately reached out to untie the Golden Belt around his waist and began to remove his clothing.
She was already quite familiar with such tasks.
Moreover, she knew that there were clothes for the living Yama in the study, so she planned to help him apply the medicine and then fetch him some clothes to wear.
However, when she removed the living Yama's clothing and saw the marks on his body, she was instantly shocked, as if struck by a bolt from the blue!
Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, the shock evident in her gaze.
After she had taken off his clothes, her eyes remained fixated on his chest.
It wasn't that the living Yama's physique was too perfect for her to handle.
After all, having served him for some time now, she had seen his body many times, even becoming acquainted with his private parts.
What truly shocked her were the numerous bloodstains covering his body.
On that originally flawless bronze chest, it was now marred with a patchwork of wounds.
There were claw marks, bite marks, and red bruises—countless in number.
Especially the deep bite mark on his left chest, which was particularly striking.
One glance made it clear that he had been bitten hard by someone.
Although there was no blood on the surface anymore, the vivid bite marks were still quite shocking.
Moreover, for some reason, when she saw the bite marks and claw scratches, a wave of unease surged within her...
Because before this, there had never been such things on the body of the Living Yama. Additionally, these marks were so distinct that it was clear they had been added recently.
Last night, she had drunk herself into a stupor. According to Little Muzi, she had been very restless while drunk and had even vomited all over the Living Yama!
But before vomiting on him, had she done anything else inappropriate to him!?
The more she thought about it, the more anxious Le Yao Yao became.
Slowly, some vague fragments began to surface in her mind.
In those fragments, it seemed that she had straddled a strong and muscular figure and then bit down hard...
"Uh..."
Upon reaching this point in her thoughts, Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and she nervously swallowed.
From the expression on Le Yao Yao's face, Leng Junyu already knew what she was thinking.
He felt quite satisfied with this realization, a teasing glint flickering in his eyes. He then lightly parted his red lips and said,
"Do you know whose handiwork this is?"
"Uh..." Could she say she didn't know!?
Le Yao Yao thought with a face full of despair but ultimately remained silent. From the tone of the Living Yama, she had already confirmed that the creator of these marks was none other than herself!
Heavens! Earth!
Let a bolt of lightning strike and take her away! How could she, in a drunken stupor, bite the living Yama!?
As Le Yao Yao screamed internally, she heard the living Yama smirk and say, "The way you looked when you were drunk is truly... unforgettable!"
"Uh..."
Unforgettable!!!
Le Yao Yao felt speechless at the living Yama's words. Moreover, from the expression on his face, she knew he was deliberately teasing her!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao's pretty face instantly flushed. The originally pale skin on her cheeks quickly turned a bright shade of red.
Her fair and rosy little face made her look like a perfectly ripe red apple, exuding a faintly sweet aroma that was simply charming!
Seeing this, Leng Junyu couldn't help but recall how enchanting she had looked last night after getting drunk.
Her delicate face was flushed, her gaze hazy, her red lips enticing, and her charm irresistible, making one’s imagination run wild...
At this thought, Leng Junyu's gaze towards Le Yao Yao deepened gradually...
Noticing the change in the living Yama's eyes, Le Yao Yao felt a jolt of surprise and quickly lowered her little face, her beautiful eyes fluttering downwards, not daring to look at him anymore.
Because the look in his eyes was all too familiar.
It was like a famished beast locking onto its chosen prey.
Under the scorching gaze of the living Yama, Le Yao Yao felt her heart race and her nerves fray.
If she could, Le Yao Yao would have liked to escape the beast's stare. However, she knew that was not an option!
So, Le Yao Yao could only force herself to appear nonchalant as she stared at her tingling scalp. She picked up the Peony Ointment from the table and lowered her head to speak.
"Your Highness, I will apply the medicine for you now..."
After saying this, Le Yao Yao immediately reached out with her uninjured hand to tend to the wound on Leng Junyu's chest.
Originally, Le Yao Yao truly wanted to use the act of applying medicine to distract herself from the intense gaze of the living Yama, to stop thinking about how his fiery eyes were fixed on her.
However, the location of these wounds was undeniably awkward.
As she applied the ointment, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but recall last night when she had been lying on top of him, biting his chest fiercely. The more she thought about it, a wave of heat surged from her heart to her head, almost making it feel like wisps of Azure Smoke were about to rise from her scalp.
Even without looking in a mirror, Le Yao Yao could tell from the warmth on her face that she must be blushing a deep red!
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's shyness and embarrassment, Leng Junyu felt quite pleased.
This morning, he had still been brooding over last night's events. But now, looking at the flushed little face before him, he felt a joy he had never experienced before.
Moreover, the more he looked at the little one below him, the cuter he found 'her'!
However, just as Leng Junyu was feeling elated and as if he were floating on air, an inexplicable desire began to ignite within him due to her actions...
He couldn't help but think how delicate this little hand on his chest was.
Her skin was as white as jade, and those tiny fingertips resembled tender shoots sprouting after rain; even her small nails were so adorable they made him want to kiss them.
His fingers seemed to carry a flame, leaving behind small flickers of fire wherever they touched, as if wanting to ignite his entire being.
Gradually, Leng Junyu's gaze towards Le Yao Yao grew increasingly intense, and even his breathing began to become slightly erratic.
The solid muscles of his chest also started to rise and fall violently.
Le Yao Yao was not unaware of the unusualness emanating from the living hell. However, she merely kept her head lowered, not daring to look at his face again.
She feigned ignorance of the changes in him, but her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
Especially when she was wiping the bite mark on his left chest, she suddenly felt him shudder as if he had been electrocuted.
The intense reaction startled Le Yao Yao, freezing her in place like a fossil, yet her small hand continued its motion of wiping without moving for a long time.
However, her little face, filled with panic, suddenly lifted, and her beautiful eyes precisely met the narrow, deep coldness of his gaze.
In that moment of eye contact, Le Yao Yao froze for a moment but did not quickly look away.
Those cold eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to flicker with two vibrant flames.
Moreover, they seemed to exude a seductive allure that would ensnare anyone who looked into them, trapping them in an inescapable web.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao's heart raced. She quickly lowered her beautiful eyes, no longer daring to gaze into his.
His cold eyes were too wicked, leaving her flustered and anxious.
Thinking this, Le Yao Yao instinctively took a step back and murmured softly.
"Your Highness, I have finished applying the medicine. I shall take my leave now..."
Le Yao Yao stammered through her words and immediately lowered her head in a flurry to tidy up the ointment on the table, not daring to look at the expression on the face of the living Yama.
After she had put away the bottle of Peony Ointment, Le Yao Yao quickly picked up the tray, intending to turn and leave.
However, just as she took a step forward, her wrist suddenly tightened. Before she knew it, with a strong pull from the other side, she was yanked backward.
"Ah..."
Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Le Yao Yao could only let out a surprised cry as her petite body was pulled straight into someone's embrace.
Due to the momentum, Le Yao Yao's little face collided hard against the firm chest of the man.
She felt a sharp pain in her nose, and her dark eyebrows furrowed together. She wondered if her nose had been knocked out of place.
However, it seemed that her small mouth had pressed against something soft and slightly sticky, something pinkish.
Curiously, Le Yao Yao lowered her beautiful eyes and when she saw that her small mouth had actually kissed the living Yama's jujube, her delicate face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Moreover, upon seeing the bite mark on the jujube that perfectly matched her small mouth, she realized with embarrassment that it was indeed her doing.
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