Heartfelt(1)
In the fragrant chamber of Luoning, the furnishings were elegantly simple. Before the window stood a small dressing table adorned with items typical of a young lady, most notably a small glass bottle. This was the perfume gifted by the young mistress, its level slightly diminished, indicating Luoning's frequent use.
Next to the dressing table stood a writing desk, neatly arranged with the four treasures of the study – brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. On the desk, there was also a bookshelf filled with thick volumes of history, literature, and various annotated works. Each book bore faint imprints on its pages, a clear sign of frequent perusal, showcasing Luoning's diligent pursuit of knowledge.
Adjacent to the bookshelf lay a Yaoqin (a jade-like musical instrument), immaculately cleaned and displaying an antique simplicity.
The boudoir served as the ultimate defense for ancient women, with unfamiliar men strictly forbidden. However, Lin Wanrong paid no heed to these conventions; after all, it was Madam Luo who summoned him, making his intrusion sanctioned. Stepping into Luoning's chamber for the first time, he couldn't help but marvel at the array of books, musical instruments, and artistic pursuits that the talented Miss Luo had mastered. Indeed, the reputation of a talented woman was well-deserved.
A subtle fragrance wafted through the room, not of sandalwood but rather the natural scent of a young girl. Lin Wanrong sighed inwardly, acknowledging the truth in the saying, "Recognize a woman by her fragrance." Each girl had her distinct aroma, requiring a discerning heart to explore and experience.
Under the pink canopy, Luoning lay quietly on the bed, her face pale with a hint of pink, breathing softly and gracefully. From a distance, she resembled a sleeping beauty awaiting the call of her prince.
Lin Wanrong cast a glance at Luoning, thinking, "Even while asleep, this girl looks enchanting." Truly deserving of the title of Jinling's number one beauty. In Luoning's boudoir, he suddenly felt a peculiar sensation, especially after the clandestine intimacy with Qiaoqiao. Stimulated, he developed a unique sentiment towards this place.
"Poor Sister Luo," Qiaoqiao sighed softly. "When I'm unwell, Big Brother cares for me and looks after me. But Sister Luo, even when she's sick, has no one by her side to speak kindly. Compared to her, I'm much luckier. Big Brother, you're really good to me."
Lin Wanrong gently pulled Qiaoqiao's small hand, unsure of what to say. Pursuing Luoning, with her intellect, beauty, and manners, could attract the most eligible suitors like Hou Yuebai or the dashing Zhao Kangning. Luoning might not have any affection for Hou Yuebai, but this Zhao Kangning possessed extraordinary talents in both literature and martial arts. Why then did he fail to capture her heart? Lin Wanrong recalled Luoning's words during Madam Luo's birthday celebration and couldn't help feeling helpless. He intended to boast that he would paint intimate scenes in Qiaoqiao's and Yufang's rooms, but his mood changed when he saw the completed painting on the table. Qiaoqiao, with a shy yet concerned expression, spoke, "Big Brother, you're so bad. Sister Ning saw it. What should we do?"
It didn't matter if Luoning saw it; he didn't mind. But if his Qiaoqiao was seen by Sister Ning, it would be a problem. Damn it, he needed to find a way to see it himself. Without any awareness, he thought about the last sentence. "Damn, even if it's an affair, it can't withstand your scare tactics."
Qiaoqiao jumped off him, her face flushed. She hurriedly adjusted her clothes, looked at him shyly, and said, "Big Brother, you're so bad. Sister Ning saw it. What should we do?"
"I don't care if Sister Ning sees it, but my Qiaoqiao will suffer if Sister Ning sees it. Damn, I have to find a way to see it myself. When do I have to find a way to see it myself?" He thought about it. Turning back to look, he saw the door gently closed, with no sign of Sister Ning.
Just now, he clearly heard Sister Ning's voice. What's going on? Lin Wanrong looked at Qiaoqiao strangely. The girl blushed and said, "Sister Ning was talking in her sleep just now."
"Speaking in her sleep? And she called my name? Scared me almost impotent. Even if it's an affair, it can't withstand your scare tactics." Qiaoqiao jumped off him, her face flushed. She hurriedly adjusted her clothes, looked at him shyly, and said, "Big Brother, you're so bad. Sister Ning saw it. What should we do?"
"I don't care if Sister Ning sees it, but my Qiaoqiao will suffer if Sister Ning sees it. Damn, I have to find a way to see it myself. When do I have to find a way to see it myself?" He thought about it. Turning back to look, he saw the door gently closed, with no sign of Sister Ning.
Just now, he clearly heard Sister Ning's voice. What's going on? Lin Wanrong looked at Qiaoqiao strangely. The girl blushed and said, "Sister Ning was talking in her sleep just now."
"Speaking in her sleep? And she called my name? Scared me almost impotent. Even if it's an affair, it can't withstand your scare tactics."
"Big Brother is really bad. Sister Ning is the one who suffers." Qiaoqiao pouted, and her eyes moved to the painting just completed on the table.
The blushing and charming woman in the painting seemed to be Lin Wanrong's masterpiece. The clothes were half undone, the hairpin was in disarray, and the vivid pearl on the chest resembled fresh cherries, alluring and dripping. The entire scene was shy, beautiful, and faintly carrying a hint of eroticism, truly a perfect item for adjusting the bedroom atmosphere.
Under the gratitude of Lin Wanrong, full of emotions and flying strokes, in a short while, the charming appearance of a woman, seemingly shy yet wanting to reveal, was vividly portrayed on paper. The robes were half undone, the hairpin was disheveled, and the bright pearl on the chest resembled fresh cherries, alluring and dripping. The entire scene was shy, beautiful, and faintly carrying a hint of eroticism, truly a perfect item for adjusting the bedroom atmosphere.
Under the gratitude of Lin Wanrong