Chapter 4 Two Beds, One Heart
"A-Yao might as well go touch a dog."
Hearing Eldest Young Master say that, my throat caught.
Eldest Young Master wrapped the quilt tightly around himself, leaving only his elegant, handsome back of the head facing me.
"This humble servant did it all for you—" I sniffled, wiping nonexistent tears from the corner of my eye, aggrieved as I poured out my heart.
"Last night I gave my body to you, yet the Servitude Contract is still in his hands.
If not for wanting to stay with you forever, this humble servant would have smashed my head long ago, wuwuwu~"
That back of the head turned slightly. Joy rose in my heart: "Eldest Young Master, rest assured—my heart belongs entirely to you. I swore I would never let Second Young Master touch a single hair on me!"
At those words, Eldest Young Master's head finally turned fully. His eyes were red, lips pursed with faint self-reproach: "A-Yao, you've suffered. It was I who didn't understand."
I climbed onto the bed, sweet-talking my sincerity.
Eldest Young Master half-resisted, half-yielded, and loosened the brocade quilt.
From that day on, during the day I was Second Young Master's most favored Concubine.
At night I was the pillow companion Eldest Young Master could only wait for after the lamps were extinguished.
Eldest Young Master was so clingy. If I accompanied Second Young Master to a jewelry shop, that night a pair of earrings I had looked at would hang from my ears.
If I went with Second Young Master to a clothing shop, at night silk I had touched would cover my eyes.
"Eldest Young Master, this—"
"A gift for A-Yao. Does A-Yao like it?"
Darkness amplified every sensation. Hot beads of sweat fell onto my chest again and again.
I curled my toes tight, clutched the brocade beneath me, yet a broken moan escaped.
"I-I like it."