Chapter Ninety-Six: Who Doesn’t Want to Keep Their Lady Warm in Bed?
This was probably the most torturous bath Sang Zhe had ever taken in his life.
He had to carefully enjoy the delicate and soft touches of the woman behind him while forcing himself not to let his thoughts run wild.
Yu Xia felt equally embarrassed.
After a hundred years of diligent cultivation and purification, she had never had any physical intimacy with a man. Even when she occasionally yearned for a fleeting moment of passion, it usually ended up with her hiding in her room with toys to satisfy herself.
Now, this was her first time observing a strong, young man’s body from such a close distance.
Even the mere sensation of her fingertips gliding over the lines of his back and feeling the scorching heat of his skin made her inexplicably blush and her heart race.
One cannot deny that this kind of warm temperature held a fatal attraction for older women.
Only then did Yu Xia begin to grasp why some old, great cultivators liked to lavish their affection on young, handsome boys.
You stomp your feet, and I just can’t!
The only one who seemed to be gleefully enjoying the situation was Si Jingzhu, who stood by the edge of the pool.
Watching Yu Xia’s flushed face, her awkwardness, and her hand movements fluctuating between gentle and rough made Si Jingzhu feel exceptionally delighted.
Hmph.
What’s the matter?
Once a lofty figure who stood above all, the great Master Yu Xia was now actually reduced to blushing and giving a man a back rub.
With Yu Xia’s proud and arrogant nature, she was probably so embarrassed she wished she could disappear right now.
Only I, Miss Si Jingzhu, could come up with such a brilliant plan to break her!
I’m truly a little genius. Hehe.
Hey…
…
…However.
Why do I feel a bit envious of her?
If I were the one giving Sang Zhe a back rub, would he be happy about it?
Suddenly, Si Jingzhu fell into deep thought.
The atmosphere in the bathroom turned ridiculously awkward.
Just as Yu Xia was finishing up with Sang Zhe’s back and preparing to raise his arm to massage his front, Sang Zhe finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Alright! That’s enough! I can handle the rest myself!”
“You, you should go prepare dinner,” he added quickly.
“Yes… Master,” Yu Xia whispered in reply, then glanced regretfully at Sang Zhe’s body before gracefully rising from the bath.
Once Yu Xia left the bath, Sang Zhe finally let out a sigh of relief.
Finally, he could enjoy some bath time!
“And you? Why are you still here? What are you sticking around for?”
Si Jingzhu stood by the pool, her little head drooping quietly. After a long while, she replied, “…It’s still not enough.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, it’s not enough punishment for Yu Xia.”
Suddenly, she fixed her serious gaze on Sang Zhe: “Just wait. I will definitely make Yu Xia’s life a living hell for the next few days!”
Sang Zhe stared at her, dazed.
For some reason, her level of determination didn’t ease his worries.
Instead, he felt an ominous sensation creeping up in his heart.
What kind of mischief is this little demon planning now?
——
——
These worries didn’t last long.
Because after dinner, when Sang Zhe was all worn out and ready to blissfully head to bed, he opened his bedroom door and immediately realized what that ominous feeling was.
On his bed lay Yu Xia, dressed only in a thin nightgown, lying on her side, looking at him innocently.
Sang Zhe: “…I’m sorry, I must have come to the wrong room.”
He closed the door and took a second look around.
Yeah, it was his room.
He opened it again and quietly said to Yu Xia, “Don’t tell me Si Jingzhu sent you here again.”
“…Miss Si said to let the maid keep the master warm in bed.”
Keep her warm? That’s a big joke!
What kind of nonsense is that little she-devil thinking about all day?
Unable to tolerate it anymore, Sang Zhe resolved to teach that little demon a serious lesson tomorrow.
If she kept causing him trouble, how could he keep living?
Right now, Yu Xia also felt a bit flustered as she propped herself up.
She initially didn’t have her own nightgown and was using Zhang Xiaoying’s old one.
And clearly, Zhang Xiaoying’s sizing was not suitable for Yu Xia.
The nightgown clung tightly to Yu Xia’s figure, making her appear quite voluptuous.
The neckline couldn’t even stay closed, leaving a deep gap exposed. The fair and alluring skin was clearly visible.
The hem of the nightgown was short enough to barely cover the upper part of her thighs, barely covering her round bottom.
Yet, it was exactly this ill-fitting sensation that made everything all the more exciting.
Plus, with Yu Xia being more mature and alluring than younger girls, sitting pitifully on the bed like this would make anyone say, “Lady, you don’t want to…”
Sang Zhe also gulped hard before managing to say, “Don’t listen to Si Jingzhu’s nonsense. You don’t need to keep me warm in bed; it’s not that cold.”
Yu Xia lowered her head and complied, “Then I won’t disturb the master’s sleep.”
After saying that, she silently stood up, preparing to leave past Sang Zhe.
“Wait a minute.”
Yu Xia’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Turning around, she saw Sang Zhe staring motionless at her luscious thighs.
He—he’s not suddenly getting excited and deciding to let me serve him in bed, is he…
Before she could blush further and let her imagination run wild, Sang Zhe reached out and lifted her hand that was resting beside her thigh.
“So many cuts? Did you hurt yourself cutting vegetables?”
Yu Xia was taken aback for a moment before feeling embarrassed and looking away: “Not just that… Some were from doing housework, I hurt myself by accident.”
“I’m just a foolish maid, still getting used to the chores…”
Sang Zhe inspected her wounds then suddenly said, “Wait a moment.”
Then he excitedly scampered out of the room and came back a moment later holding a bag.
He opened it to reveal various ointments, bandages, and the like.
“Sit on the bed, let me put some medicine on you. You should feel better by tomorrow morning.”
“Eh?”
Yu Xia seemed a bit stunned, allowing Sang Zhe to apply the ointment on her hand.
“Um…”
“Just a bit itchy, bear with it.”
Sang Zhe said gently: “This ointment works wonders, it’s the kind given to Heavenly Punishment Department employees. It’s pricey if you buy it yourself.”
Yu Xia looked down in silence.
After a long time, she suddenly asked softly, “Why does the master care so much for a guilty servant like me?”
“Well, not really,” Sang Zhe mused for a moment and replied, “You’re working in my household. I’m not some ruthless boss who exploits their servants; if you get hurt while working, I can at least cover your medical expenses.”
“But I guess this experience is something new for Aunt Yu, huh?”
Yu Xia didn’t understand what he meant.
“Did Aunt Yu have a medicine cabinet at home in the sect?”
Of course not.
She was a Crossing Tribulation Stage master.
It’s not easy to find an opportunity to get hurt.
“So if someone got hurt near Aunt Yu, she wouldn’t think to help with ointment, right?”
“But we would.” Sang Zhe suddenly smiled, “Weaklings can only survive by banding together.”
“That’s why we pay attention to those around us. And you don’t.”
“So the people around us are always numerous.”
“…And you are all alone.”
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