Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

The brothel was dimly lit, and the incense smoke in the burner was so thick it seemed impossible to dissipate.

In the dim candlelight, Liu Wenying leaned closer to the bedside and bent down to show concern.

Her neck skin was snow-white.

Pei Yaojun could see clearly that she wasn't really concerned about him; rather, she seemed worried that if something happened to him, she would be punished as well.

"Heh... Go back, don't worry about me."

Even his breath was scalding hot, suppressed and intermittent when he spoke.

Liu Wenying naturally wanted to leave, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, but she suddenly stopped when her fingers touched the door frame.

Intoxicated people are prone to vomiting at night. If left unattended, their vomit can block their airway, and they will be dead by the time they are found the next day.

We can't leave.

She turned back and said, "Third Master is drunk and needs someone to look after him at night. I'll be in the outer room. Just call me if you need anything."

Fortunately, the rooms in Mianyue Pavilion were spacious enough, and screens separated the interior from the exterior.

After he finished speaking, the inner room fell silent.

Through the silhouette on the screen, the reclining body gradually lay flat. He should be fine, just too lazy to respond.

Liu Wenying pursed her lips and walked towards the soft couch by the window.

The windows were closed tightly to prevent cold drafts from entering, and a soft couch covered with a blue satin mattress was provided for guests to rest temporarily.

Liu Wenying blew out several lamps, leaving only a small candlestick in the corner of the wall.

She lay down on the soft couch, fully clothed, but felt no sleepiness.

Intermittent sounds came from inside the room, first suppressed breathing, then the rustling of someone turning over.

Liu Wenying closed her eyes, determined that she would not approach him unless he called her.

After a while, the commotion inside the room gradually subsided.

She thought Pei Yaojun was already fast asleep, and as her tense nerves relaxed slightly, drowsiness washed over her.

With a crackling sound, Liu Wenying drifted off to sleep and was fast asleep.

Suddenly, I felt a weight on my waist.

The sensation, unlike anything she felt herself, startled Liu Wenying awake.

In the dim light, a burning hot hand rested on her waist.

His five fingers closed up, almost digging into her flesh.

Pei Yaojun was standing beside the soft couch at some point.

As the candle burned its last flame, a faint light shone through the window, illuminating his silhouette.

Pei Yaojun's neat clothes were torn and disheveled, his collar wide open, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a sweat-dampened chest.

Her dark hair was loose, with a few strands clinging to her forehead. Her usually flirtatious eyes were now bloodshot, like they were burning with a dark fire.

His breath was hot, his breath spraying onto her neck, making her flinch.

"Third Master..." Liu Wenying's heart trembled, and she tried to shrink back as much as possible.

But the couch is only so big, where can she hide?

The veins on his forehead bulged, clearly he was trying his best to restrain himself, but his body leaned forward uncontrollably, trapping her in the corner of the bed.

"help me……"

He lowered his head and buried it in her breasts, his voice muffled and urgent.

"Liu Wenying, I'm going crazy..."

Liu Wenying was trapped between him and the wall, her body stiffening as she tried to avoid contact with him.

But he just wouldn't listen and kept coming closer.

"How does Third Master want me to help?"

Compared to his trembling, hoarse voice, her voice was much calmer.

Pei Yaojun did not respond immediately, his gaze falling on her breasts.

The slightly open ** presents a completely different view when viewed from above.

**** is like a delicious glutinous rice cake.

**Scrolling, a turbulent undercurrent surged in his eyes.

Pei Yaojun, like a starving wolf, struggled to suppress the urge within him.

Receiving no response, Liu Wenying slipped out of his arms, saying, "I'll go find a doctor for you!"

Before her toes even touched the ground, someone grabbed her slender waist from behind and pressed a burning chest against her back.

He lowered his head, burying his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "It's too late. The wine Chen Er and the others gave me is poisoned. Please help me..."

Liu Wenying was surprised. No wonder Chen Jinrui said those strange words before he left. It turned out he had this plan in mind.

They wanted to give Pei Yaojun a taste of something new on his coming-of-age day.

She didn't want to get involved in the jokes of the wealthy young men, and even if they wanted to experience something, they couldn't get it from her.

Liu Wenying vehemently refused, saying, "I'll go find someone else for you."

"It's too late, I can't take it anymore..."

Pei Yaojun was tormented to the point of near collapse.

He kissed her without hesitation.

The kiss was completely haphazard.

Like a traveler who has been wandering in the desert for a long time, finally finding a spring of sweet water.

Reeking of alcohol, they pried open the ****.

His body temperature was so hot that being held tightly by him felt like being thrown into a fire pit. His presence surrounded her, and there was no way to escape.

Finding a moment to catch her breath, Liu Wenying shouted, stopping him from continuing: "Third Master! Stop!"

She was so anxious that her hand, which was pressed tightly against his penis, trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't stop."

"Don't stop without my permission..."

He wanted to come closer.

"Third Master! Do you really want to be involved with a servant like me on the day you came of age?"

The words were like a needle, piercing Pei Yaojun's nerves and suddenly bringing him to his senses.

But it only lasted for that one moment.

The drug in the wine burned like fire, and all his reason was crushed by Gu Qianwang.

He shook his head, like a starving beast, and lowered his head to seek her lips.

Making a mistake once is fine, but making it a second time is just foolish.

Liu Wenying ignored him and pushed him away, knocking him to the ground, and tried to run away.

"I'll go find some experienced girls; they can help Third Master—"

It's a place of pleasure after all; if doctors are hard to find, how hard is it to find girls?

Before she could finish speaking, her waist was tightened again.

Pei Yaojun whispered hoarsely in her ear, a rare look of pitifulness in his eyes: "I don't want anyone else..."

He had already been tricked by his cronies and was under the influence of drugs, so how could he indulge himself in a brothel again?

His pride and arrogance as the eldest son of a noble family made it difficult for him to tolerate such an insult.

As he spoke, his hand reached towards her breasts, trying to untie them, but he was too eager and clumsy, and failed to untie them several times.

Liu Wenying hurriedly pressed his hand down, "Third Master, you mustn't."

"I can't control that!"

Pei Yaojun raised his head, his bloodshot eyes glistening with tears, indistinguishable as to whether they were sweat or physiological tears.

He looked at her, his gaze almost pleading, "Yingying, please help me..."

That cry of "Yingying" terrified her.

Having been in the palace for so long, she had dealt with Little Yama quite a few times, but when had he ever called her that?

Tender yet broken, like a curse, it binds Liu Wenying's body, cutting off all escape routes.

Liu Wenying's mind was completely blank.

Before she could react, he had already taken the opportunity to get close to her.

Liu Wenying grabbed him, and their eyes met.

She saw the turmoil in his eyes, and she also saw the almost desperate plea.

Reason is being eroded; if left unchecked, the consequences will be dire.

After a long stalemate, Liu Wenying finally relented.

"Is this okay?"

She held his hand, their fingers intertwined.

it goes without saying.

Pei Yaojun froze, a look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes, before being overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of emotion.

He nodded.

They were as eager as a child who had finally gotten candy.

He held her hand in return.

When his fingertips touched her **, Liu Wenying shuddered and tried to pull away, but he held her down firmly.

He coaxed her in a hoarse voice, his forehead pressed against hers.

"Don't be afraid, follow me, I'll teach you..."

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