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"To be honest, since I returned to the Prince's Mansion this time, I haven't had a chance to properly get to know Aunt Hu and show my filial piety to you."
Su Mu lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice deep and seductive: "Tonight, let Mu'er do the hard work first."
Aunt Hu, how about you relax a bit after a long day?
Hu Chanyuan tilted her head back, her eyes shimmering with tears that reflected the flickering candlelight. She gazed at the handsome face so close to hers, the face she had long admired.
Even the slightest hesitation melted away in that deep and gentle gaze.
She gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and replied in a voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear:
"Whatever you say."
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Chapter 108 Holding the Moon
Su Mu's fingertips, like butterflies resting on flower petals, gently landed on the two full "moons" behind Hu Chanyuan. In the flickering candlelight, the movement...
The moon-gazers touched their reflections in the water with such care and reverence, as if afraid of disturbing this tranquil beauty.
The first sensation surged like a tidal wave—an astonishing fullness. His long, broad palm now covered a third of this "bright moon."
It is difficult to completely encompass the table.
The heavy weight melted in my palm, carrying the fullness unique to a mature woman, like a ripe peach, ready to burst with juice at the slightest touch.
It produces a sweet syrup.
A second sensation followed immediately—the perfect roundness of nature's artistry. His palm moved slowly along those flowing curves, tracing a path of devotion.
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The curves of this "Chanjuan" (a mythical creature) are so perfect that even the moon in the sky outside the window couldn't give way and hid behind the dark clouds.
Su Mu gently rested his chin on Hu Chanyuan's shoulder, gazing at the sudden, full curves that emerged from her slender waist, outlined in the warm candlelight, creating a breathtaking sight.
A breathtaking silhouette, every undulation perfectly proportioned.
The third sensation is the most intoxicating—its ultimate softness. The slightest pressure from the fingertips sinks into that warm, supple texture, like sinking into cotton.
The moon, in his palm, transformed into countless phases, sometimes as full and bright, sometimes as delicate and slender as a crescent moon, each one breathtakingly beautiful.
"Mu'er..." Hu Chanyuan hummed softly, her voice sweet and sticky at the end, "So you're so fond of Aunt Hu's bright moon?" Her body...
He leaned forward slightly, bringing the two "bright moons" closer to his palms.
Su Mu raised his eyes, his lips brushing lightly against her flushed earlobe: "The beauty of Chan Yuan is naturally more captivating than the bright moon in the sky."
He deliberately called her by her name, his words carrying a hint of flirtation and a touch of tenderness—the most intimate term of endearment between lovers.
"Hmm!" This intimate address sent a shiver down her spine, as if a tiny electric current was coursing through her body.
This little devil always knows how to stir her heartstrings.
"Ah!" she suddenly exclaimed softly. It turned out that Su Mu had lightly touched the full moon's surface, leaving behind a fleeting, shallow hill.
"Stop fooling around!" She playfully slapped his hand away, but her eyes held a mischievous glint of laughter. "What if you hurt him?"
"Aunt Hu is right." Su Mu seemed to be honestly admitting her mistake, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes.
"Let me check carefully to see if Aunt Hu has been hurt." As he spoke, he went to untie the ties on the side of her skirt, his fingertips moving as nimbly as swimming fish.
Hu Chanyuan deftly spun away, her red dress rippling like waves. The back-and-forth movement resembled a playful chase between lovers, creating a unique and charming scene.
Mood/Atmosphere.
"Hmph... You're not allowed to do anything reckless, Aunt Hu will do it herself..." Her words carried a woman's coquettishness and sweet affection for her lover, making Su Mu involuntarily...
Chuckling.
With her back to him, she delicately untied the knot in her dress, the silk flowing down her smooth shoulders with a soft rustling sound.
At this moment, time seemed to stretch out, and every subtle movement of Hu Chanyuan was deliberately slow and precious.
First, her jade-like shoulders and neck gradually came into view, gleaming with a warm luster under the flickering candlelight, like the finest mutton fat jade.
Next, the graceful lines of the spine slowly emerge, with the grooves of the spine resembling shallow streams, outlining a soft curve amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
Finally, the two perfectly round, bright moons below her waist were fully revealed, gleaming with a pearly luster in the candlelight, as...
Her soft breathing rose and fell slightly.
Hu Chanyuan moved with extreme gentleness, as if she were slowly unfolding her body before Su Mu, like a precious painting.
She felt a mix of girlish shyness and unspoken trepidation, afraid that if she moved even a fraction too quickly, she would disrupt the perfect moment.
A positive atmosphere.
She hoped that every detail of this painting, unfolded just for him, would bring him joy, and she didn't want even the slightest flaw to appear.
Just then, the clouds dispersed and the moon emerged outside the window, its gentle light streaming into the room, mingling with the moonlight on the beautiful woman and illuminating the slowly unfolding moon.
The night scene is a masterpiece, every stroke of which depicts breathtaking beauty.
"Mu'er…" Her voice held a subtle, melodious quality, like a clear spring flowing under the moonlight, "Is the moonlight still pleasing to the eye?"
Her question carried a mixture of trepidation and anticipation; she feared being overlooked, yet hoped for genuine praise. The tips of her ears twitched slightly.
The red color looked especially delicate and charming under the moonlight.
"It's absolutely beautiful," Su Mu exclaimed sincerely.
Today I have already admired Aunt Ning's "The bright moon rises over the sea," measured Xiaoxiao's moonlit valley, and even felt Qinghan's "little moon."
But the full moon before him, bathed in red gauze, was the most moving sight he had ever seen.
The full curves of her skin, the delicate texture—everything about it exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. In the moonlight, her skin seemed to be enveloped in...
It was enveloped in a holy halo.
His palm finally pressed against that "bright moon" without any obstruction, the touch even more delicate and soft than before, like the finest silk. His fingertips...
The smooth texture moved over the skin, sometimes kneading it into various cute shapes, and sometimes gently pressing it along the curves.
Hu Chanyuan indulged his exploration, gently biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, letting the blush spread to her ears and then to the back of her neck, bathed in moonlight.
She appeared exceptionally charming. Her breathing gradually quickened, yet she still allowed him to do as he pleased.
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As the fingertips traced the secluded valley at the edge of the moon, the earth finally couldn't help but let out a soft sound. The pale pink "chrysanthemum stamen" in full bloom was in the secret realm.
The door trembled slightly, as if welcoming, yet also shy. Su Mu gently explored it with two slender fingers, her movements filled with curiosity and tenderness.
"Mu'er..." The call was sweet and sticky, like a plea for mercy or an invitation, and it was incredibly alluring.
Her eyes glistened with tears, reflecting the flickering candlelight and the burning passion in her heart.
"Aunt Hu smells so good." He leaned closer, and the sweet, warm fragrance was even stronger than Qinghan's at noon, like a fine vintage wine.
This is the unique aura of a pure-blooded royal family member when moved by passion; to this day, only Su Mu has ever possessed this aura in Hu Chanyuan and Li Qinghan.
I've smelled it before.
"Aunt Hu must be suffering a lot during her heat... Let Mu'er help Aunt Hu relax..." His breath brushed against her neck, the pressure of his fingertips...
It grew increasingly gentle and tender, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, stirring up ripples.
Hu Chanyuan turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of the young man's focused profile out of the corner of her eye. His lowered eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the bridge of his nose, and a slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
This child she watched grow up was truly sensible and considerate, his filial piety evident in his sincerity… She sighed softly, finally able to relax completely.
Come, let yourself be immersed in his tenderness.
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Chapter 109 Knocking on the Door
Su Mu's slender fingers, as if exploring a hidden paradise, lightly touched the "gateway" to that secret realm, testing the intentions of its owner. Wherever his fingertips touched...
There, he could feel a slight warmth, as if it were responding to his touch.
Hu Chanyuan was naturally too embarrassed to face him directly. The pink door was tightly closed, leaving only a barely perceptible crack.
However, her inner expectations for Su Mu always inadvertently slipped out from these subtle gaps.
The door would sometimes open slightly, letting in a warm, damp breeze; at other times it would close gently, with a shy, coy air about it.
With each opening and closing of her lips, she revealed to Su Mu the subtle tremors of her heart, her anxiety and longing laid bare before him.
The shadows of the flowers sway gracefully in the night breeze.
Su Muxin understood, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He proactively extended a finger and gently probed through the crack in the door. What he touched was not only warm and soft...
Often, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible suction that gently wrapped around his fingers.
His fingertips curved slightly, using just the right amount of force to grip the narrow crack in the door, gently tapping and probing at the entrance. It was as if he wanted to open the tightly closed door to his heart.
Gently pry it open. Each pry seems to be a question to the true intentions of the door's owner.
"Eek!" Hu Chanyuan couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The "secret realm" portal instantly reacted to this uninvited visitor, tightly closing...
She held his fingers, as if interrogating him about his intentions. The touch was warm and moist, carrying a hint of shy resistance, yet subtly revealing...
A bit of anticipation.
Su Mu remained calm and unhurried, extending another finger to gently pry open the door slightly. This action seemed to break some kind of seal, instantly opening the door to the pavilion.
The garden is full of spring colors.
Under the candlelight, the deep, secluded place shimmered with a lustrous glow, like a budding flower, every fold radiating a delicate pink hue.
The fragrance of flowers, sweet as honey, filled the air, and Hu Chanyuan's aura grew even stronger, carrying a unique sweetness. Su Mu couldn't help but lean down...
A light kiss landed on her jade-like neck.
This kiss, like a butterfly resting on a flower's petal, sent a shiver down Hu Chanyuan's spine. "The secret realm was also activated, and a hazy mist seemed to fill the courtyard."
The car adds a touch of elegance.
Mu'er's heart pounded like a drum. Mu'er had kissed her! Although it was just a fleeting kiss on the neck, it was enough to make her heart flutter.
Surging.
A kiss on the neck was enough; what if one day his lips touched her forehead, her cheeks, and finally covered her lips...? Hu Chan
Yuan couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. What kind of intoxicating feeling would it be when Su Mu and she shared a deep, passionate kiss, their lips and tongues entwined?
Even now, lingering on her neck, Su Mu had already interpreted this kiss in countless ways. He extended his tongue and began to explore Hu Chanyuan's...
The gentle licking of the swan-like neck seemed to glisten with sweet nectar.
He savored every inch of her skin with abandon. The delicate touch, mixed with her unique fragrance, was intoxicating.
"Haa~ Mu, Mu'er, why are you licking Aunt Hu's neck..." Hu Chanyuan's neck instinctively shrank back, revealing a hint of shyness.