Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 97 The Water Bed and Mirror Room, A Night of Passion

Yang Zhengdao carried Nazha through a hidden door into another elegant room.

The elegant room was covered with soft brocade carpets, and bronze mirrors were inlaid around the walls and on the ceiling.

The candlelight cast many shadows.

Being inside is like watching a short film with yourself as the protagonist; this is the Mirror Room that Yang Zhengdao specially commissioned to be built.

In the very center of the mirror room is a unique round daybed.

Inside the round frame made of sandalwood was a huge cowhide water bag filled with warm water, covered with a silk embroidered quilt.

This is the water bed that Yang Zhengdao has been longing for.

Holding Nazha and lying on it, it felt as if the two of them had suddenly sunk into a warm cloud.

The water rippled, and the two bodies involuntarily slid towards each other, then softly and tightly stuck together.

Naza let out a soft moan and curled up in Yang Zhengdao's arms like an exhausted cat.

Feeling the softness beneath her, she chuckled and murmured, "Master, this bed is probably going to devour you."

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As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Yang Zhengdao looked up and saw in the hazy bronze mirror on the roof, one was him, and the other was her.

A strong back, snow-white shoulders, inseparable.

At that moment, the door leading to the mirror room was opened a crack.

A figure slipped in and then closed the door behind them.

Yang Zhengdao rested his arm under his neck and looked with a smile at the person who had secretly come to keep the appointment.

She was still dressed in a night outfit, the tight clothing accentuating her delicate figure, which was even more evident in the mirrored room.

Especially her legs, which are slender, straight, firm, and well-proportioned, probably due to her martial arts training since childhood, are unmatched by anyone.

Unfortunately, the Tang Dynasty did not have pleated skirts, so it was impossible to pair them with thick black over-the-knee stockings to create the alluring "absolute territory."

There were no jeans, so it was impossible to wear the kind of underwear that people in later generations wore as a tribute to their boyfriends.

Yang Zhengdao felt he was being a bit greedy; the soft silk and short ties were also quite nice.

This morning, he deliberately gave Su Hongyi a subtle hint.

Presumably, she was obedient and wore what he liked.

Su Hongyi dared not raise her head.

In the morning, she actually understood Dalang's hint.

Those strange and unusual pieces of knowledge made her feel extremely ashamed.

Without even looking, she could feel Da Lang's gaze sweeping over her, and she felt as if she were wearing no clothes at all.

At this moment, in front of Dalang, she seemed to have nothing left but a soft silk robe and a short tie.

Embarrassed, she hunched her shoulders, lowered her eyes, and squeezed her legs together, only daring to stare at her toes.

"Da Lang—" she said in a low voice, her cheeks burning. She shouldn't have listened to Da Lang, but she couldn't help but feel hopeful.

Yang Zhengdao smiled; he liked Su Hongyi's conflicted expression.

"Red dress, come here!"

Su Hongyi looked up and saw that the water bed that Dalang had mentioned.

She saw Dalang's strong chest on the water bed, and saw Nazha's smooth legs wrapped around Dalang's body.

Her face flushed instantly.

Her eyes darted away, she bit her lip, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "But Naza—"

Yang Zhengdao felt an indescribable excitement.

Is this what it feels like to "steal"?

Although he was under the influence of aphrodisiac when he first met Su Hongyi, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart when he thought that Yingluo was right beside them at the time.

Just like now, in front of Naza.

That kind of wonder is hard to describe.

He felt his throat was dry and his voice was trembling.

"Don't worry, she's asleep!"

The voice fell on Su Hongyi's ears, but it stirred her heartstrings.

She couldn't help but tighten her long, taut legs again.

She longed to go there, which reminded her of scenes from the play "Spring Behind the Curtain".

It reminded her of Yingluo, who had been eating and talking beside her that night.

She knew it was shameful, but she just couldn't help thinking about it.

She dared not answer, but a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

Or we could just knock Nazha unconscious too!

The moment the idea crossed her mind, it gave her a huge fright.

But that voice was still enticing her.

"Red dress, come here, I want to whisper something to you."

She saw him; he was waving at her, and his smile was so beautiful.

She walked forward as if possessed.

Just as she leaned down to listen to the whispers, the large hand she longed for grabbed her and pulled her into its embrace.

She wanted to scream, but fearing she would wake Naza, she suppressed it tightly.

The water rippled again, and she, he, and she were pressed together.

She yielded to him, he yielded to her, and she yielded to him again.

Su Hongyi stiffened for a moment, then softened and leaned against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Yang Zhengdao's lips curled up. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his breath hot against hers.

The voice was low, yet it shattered the last vestige of her composure.

"Red Dress, didn't you want to do the same?"

"I don't----"

Su Hongyi's body trembled slightly.

She raised her eyelids, her clear eyes brimming with shimmering tears, revealing a struggle of shame, yet also concealing a timid expectation.

Yang Zhengdao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

The water rippled again, and she and he seemed to be enveloped in a cloud.

She nestled against him, he nestled against her, and she nestled against him again.

Yang Zhengdao felt his throat go dry: "Red Robe, you—"

Su Hongyi bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible: "Yes, it was that day—"

A plain silk robe, snow-white silk stockings, a short trousers of cloud-like gauze, and a soft satin skirt—

The wind blows the crabapple blossoms, and petals fall one by one, as if all the glamour has been washed away.

When Yang Zhengdao looked up again, in the hazy light reflected in the bronze mirror on the roof, there was a picture of her, a picture of him, and a picture of her.

She wrapped her arms around his legs, he held her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He felt that the person in the mirror was so happy, and this self-reflection excited him.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was two different kinds of fragrance, two different kinds of warmth, one half asleep, the other fast asleep.

At that moment, he couldn't tell if it was her slender feet, her long legs, her waist, or her treasure—

One was stuck to my chest, and the other was pressed against my back.

The water surface shook violently, and in the bronze mirror, she, he, and she were already huddled together.

She pushed him, he pushed her, and she pushed him again.

Naza let out a soft moan and slowly woke up, feeling as if she were still dreaming.

Perhaps I was too tired, because I dreamt that the sister in red came to help me.

She mumbled something, then closed her eyes again, a silly, blushing smile still lingering on her cheeks.

Su Hongyi gently lowered the hand she had raised to chop.

That fluttering feeling, mixed with shame, broke through the last vestiges of clarity at that moment.

"Big Brother—" Her voice was somewhat muffled, as if she had been drugged again that night, "I think—"

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Hearing the soft, sweet murmur in his arms, Yang Zhengdao's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

The candlelight flickered, and the bronze mirror swayed gently.

Let's not talk about the water bed and mirror room, let's just talk about this one night of passion.

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