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

The two walked hand in hand around the artificial hill, where they came to a small lotus pond.

New lotus leaves are just beginning to emerge, and duckweed floats on the water, a vibrant green.

There's a swing by the pond, with wisteria vines wrapped around the ropes, blooming profusely.

The swing was originally made by craftsmen at Liu Wenying's request, specifically for Luoluo to play with.

But after a few days of playing, Luo Luo lost interest and left the place empty.

Now it's a good thing for Liu Wenying, since she's tired from walking, so she sits on the swing to rest her feet.

Liu Wenying invited Pei Zeyu to sit with her, but Pei Zeyu shook his head, came behind her, gestured for her to hold the rope firmly, and then gave her a gentle push.

The swing swung, her skirt fluttered, and her hair brushed against her cheeks.

Liu Wenying's clear laughter echoed towards the highest point: "Second Master, higher!"

Pei Zeyu tightened his grip, "Be careful, hold on tight."

The swing swung higher and higher, and the wisteria blossoms fell in a soft rustling sound, like a light purple rain.

She opened her arms, her clothes fluttering, as if she were about to ride the wind away.

After playing around for a while, Liu Wenying finally felt sleepy.

Spring afternoons are the easiest time to feel tired, and after swinging on the swing just now, my eyelids gradually became heavy.

Liu Wenying covered her mouth and yawned slightly. Pei Zeyu said, "Shall we go back and rest?"

"OK."

The two walked back side by side. She was a little slow, so he slowed down to accommodate her.

Upon entering the house, Liu Wenying went straight to the inner room, took off her embroidered shoes, and crawled onto the bed.

Liu Wenying lay down and patted the empty space beside her. "Why don't you rest for a while, Second Master?"

The words were spoken so naturally, as if they were a matter of course.

Pei Zeyu did not refuse and took off his outer robe and draped it over the screen.

The bed wasn't wide, and the two lay side by side, their sleeves folded together.

She fell asleep quickly, her breathing even and deep.

Pei Zeyu turned to look at her, his gaze softly falling on her face, tracing her features repeatedly: her slightly upturned nose and her naturally rosy lips.

He stared for a long time before closing his eyes.

I slept very well. The sunlight filtered through the windowpane, creating patches of light. It must have been around 1-3 PM.

Pei Zeyu, who was always a light sleeper, woke up first.

She was still asleep, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

Pei Zeyu stared at her for a while, then reached out and touched her earlobe. It felt soft and slightly cool.

He gently kneaded it, the soft flesh changing shape between his fingertips.

She seemed to sense something, and let out a soft moan in her sleep, turning her head away slightly.

He chuckled softly and then went to rub it again.

This time she woke up, opening her eyes groggily, her pupils still misty.

Liu Wenying's voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up, "Second Master..."

Pei Zeyu's heart trembled at her call, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

Liu Wenying was not fully awake yet, and instinctively responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.

The ties had come undone at some point, and his hand caressed the smooth skin of her back.

Liu Wenying suddenly regained her senses and turned her head away from his kiss, "During the day... let's not talk about it..."

Pei Zeyu paused, propped himself up to look at her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glistening with tears. He was clearly moved, yet he still remembered the rules.

Pei Zeyu ran his thumb across the corner of her lips. "Okay, no lewdness."

He just kissed her, his hands never stopping.

Follow the spine down, stop and circle around the lower back.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment, her eyelashes trembling violently.

Liu Wenying tried to grab his wrist: "Second Master, please stop."

There was nothing she could do; he simply wouldn't listen. At first, Liu Wenying could bear it, but later she couldn't take it anymore and buried her face in his shoulder, letting out soft sobs.

After a long while, she caught her breath and went limp in his arms.

Pei Zeyu pulled the thin blanket over her and gently patted her back.

Her face flushed and burning, Liu Wenying's voice was hoarse when she spoke, "You...you did something bad..."

He didn't do it, but then he did it.

Pei Zeyu smiled and kissed the corner of her lips, saying frankly, "Yes, my darling, it's my fault. I was the one who did it."

Exhausted, she closed her eyes again, and Pei Zeyu held her tightly, enjoying their genuine companionship.

The sunlight outside the window shifted inch by inch, and the wind rustled through the flowers and trees in the courtyard, carrying a faint fragrance.

At this moment, the tranquility of life makes one wish to hold onto it forever.

As dusk settled, Liu Wenying slowly awoke.

My thighs feel sore, and they cramp up with the slightest movement.

She slowly sat up, supporting herself on the bed. There were no marks on her body, but the soreness inside her body didn't lie.

Thinking about everything that happened that afternoon, my face flushed again.

That person looked aloof and dignified, how could he... act so recklessly?

She rubbed her thigh, wondering if his hand was alright.

Candles had been lit outside, but Pei Zeyu was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Wenying got dressed and got off the bed, her steps unsteady.

The lanterns under the eaves were just lit, casting a warm yellow glow.

She walked to his house; the door was ajar, and candlelight and voices could be heard through it.

Gently push open the door, and Pei Zeyu stands by the table, his figure graceful and elegant.

He held a whole blooming crabapple blossom in his palm, beautiful and captivating.

Long, slender fingers gently closed, crushing and grinding the soft petals bit by bit.

Vibrant floral juice slowly seeped through the gaps between the fingers, staining the fingertips, and a faint floral fragrance lingered around the body.

But his expression was serious and solemn, and his every move was steady and orderly, showing no sign of anything unusual.

Liu Wenying stood by the door and saw him kneading the flowers to extract the juice. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she felt inexplicably guilty.

Liu Wenying: "Second Master... what are you doing?"

Pei Zeyu remained calm and composed, saying, "I'm making paint for Luo Luo and the others."

Liu Wenying then noticed that there were two small dumplings sitting at the table.

Luo Luo, with her hair styled in two buns, diligently ground the ink.

Ji Chuan lay on the desk, his chubby little hands gripping a worn-out pen, scribbling haphazardly on the paper.

Hearing her mother's voice, Luo Luo looked up, her eyes sparkling: "Mother! We're out of paint. Uncle Yu said flower juice can be used as paint, and we were just using it to paint."

Jichuan, in his childish voice, also called out, "Mommy! Come draw!"

Liu Wenying was stunned, then her ears burned; she realized she had misunderstood.

She walked over and sat down next to Pei Zeyu, pretending to be calm.

"Why did you decide to do this? You can send someone to buy more paint when you run out."

Pei Zeyu placed the crushed flower petals into a white porcelain dish and filtered the juice.

"It was just a child's game, but the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard happened to be in full bloom, so I decided to give it a try."

He spoke with such seriousness, as if the enchanting and absurd afternoon had never happened.

Liu Wenying stole a glance at him and saw that his sleeves were rolled up, and the red marks on his forearm where she had reached out to stop him had faded a lot, but there was still some flower juice on his knuckles, which were bright red.

Luo Luo handed over a piece of paper, "Mommy, look quickly, I drew you."

A small figure was drawn on the paper with ink lines, wearing a layered ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). Although the eyebrows and eyes were childish, they had a certain charm of Liu Wenying.

The little figure is holding a flower in its hand, and the word "Mother" is written crookedly next to it.

Liu Wenying took the drawing and examined it closely, unable to suppress a smile: "It's so well drawn! When did Luoluo learn to draw people?"

Luo Luo proudly puffed out her little chest: "I saw the picture of Mommy drawn by Daddy Yu, and I copied it. Doesn't it look like her?"

Liu Wenying looked at Pei Zeyu in surprise, "You even drew me?"

How come she didn't know?

Pei Zeyu coughed softly, "Let's help make the paint first."

Liu Wenying chided, "Second Master Pei secretly drew me, why didn't you show me? What if it wasn't good?"

She said that, but deep down she completely believed in his painting skills.

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