Bai Fei had given the Eldest Princess a spacious and private courtyard where she could stay, along with a few extra maids. No matter how many people were around, the princess was most comfortable being cared for by A Li, her trusted maid.
That night, she asked A Li to prepare a rose petal bath. After bathing, she chose a light, transparent blue gauze sleep gown and tied a soft pink belly band with a lotus pattern around her waist.
Her long, beautiful black hair—flowing down to her hips—was left loose. Sitting in front of the mirror, she carefully applied light makeup, and a touch of moist lip balm made her lips glisten like morning dew—soft and delicate.
Standing nearby, A Li watched quietly. She had heard the little duke would leave for Mount Baiyuan the next morning.
Tonight might be the last night they could spend together for a while. In her heart, A Li silently wished that the two birds who loved each other would never have to be apart.
"A Li, what do you think?" Feng Yao touched her lips, her eyes meeting her maid's in the mirror.
"Your Highness is naturally beautiful…" A Li replied, admiration in her voice.
"Then… invite Lang Huan for me."
Before A Li could reach the door, a soft knock echoed through the quiet courtyard. Lang Huan was already there. She had gotten used to sleeping beside Feng Yao every night, and now, the thought of sleeping alone made her restless.
Not wanting to draw attention, she had waited until the courtyard was quiet before sneaking in under the cover of night.
When A Li opened the door, she blinked in surprise. Behind her maid, Feng Yao smiled to herself. This little brat…
Lang Huan stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her, burying her face in Feng Yao's neck.
Feng Yao glanced at A Li, who bowed politely and quietly left the room.
"I don't want to sleep alone…" Lang Huan whispered.
Lang Huan slowly pulled back from the embrace, her gaze settling on Feng Yao's lips—slightly parted, soft and pink. She swallowed hard, her thoughts already slipping away.
Sliding her arms around Feng Yao's waist, she lifted her onto the edge of the table.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her nose, before sealing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Her hands cradled Feng Yao's face, then slowly traced down the curve of her neck. Feng Yao's fingers instinctively gripped the edge of the table as Lang Huan's lips wandered lower.
Her breath trembled as she whispered, barely audible, "Lang Huan… want me, love me."
She wrapped her arms around Lang Huan's neck and pulled her into another kiss, her legs curling instinctively around Lang Huan's waist, drawing their bodies closer.
Without breaking the kiss, Lang Huan held her tight and carried her to the bed. She took off her robe, letting it fall to the floor.
Feng Yao untied the sash of her nightgown, letting the sheer fabric glide off her shoulders.
The soft pink belly band clung to her skin, and the faint red buds beneath the thin silk rose and fell with each breath.
Lang Huan loosened her own hair and climbed onto the bed, gently pressing her body against Feng Yao's as she laid her down.
"Your Highness…" How could the Eldest Princess grow more radiant in her eyes, day after day?
Feng Yao cupped her cheek and gently pulled her down. Their mouths met in a deep kiss—their tongues twisting, tasting, and teasing one another.
Lang Huan nibbled and sucked on her favorite lips, savoring the faint fruity taste that made her crave more, leaving them swollen and red.
Her lips trailed downward, planting feverish kisses along Feng Yao's body until she reached the redbud, sucking tenderly through the thin silk.
As if that weren't enough, she gently lifted Feng Yao's body and tugged at the soft ribbons, unwrapping the belly band.
A beautiful pair of soft peaks came into view, stealing Lang Huan's breath.
She kissed them—kneading and sucking gently until they turned firm beneath her touch. One hand slipped into Feng Yao's panties, fingers gliding over her heat.
"Ahh… Lang Huan…" Feng Yao gasped, clutching her head and calling her name with trembling urgency.
"You're really wet," Lang Huan whispered, lifting her fingers to show her.
Feng Yao bit her lip, eyes shimmering. "Lang Huan… Lang Huan…"
She slid off her panties and parted her legs.
Lang Huan's tongue trailed down from Feng Yao's chest to her navel, then lower—until it reached her delicate petals.
Feng Yao gripped the quilt tightly, propping herself up just enough to see Lang Huan's tongue gently lick her flower, then slowly slip inside her warm core.
A wave of unbearable pleasure surged through her, and moans spilled from her lips uncontrollably.
Her hips began to move on their own, pressing Lang Huan's head closer. The gentle pressure of Lang Huan's straight nose brushed against her sensitive pearl, the rhythm quickening with each movement—until she finally reached her peak and fell back, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Lang Huan slid her middle finger inside, her gaze fixed on Feng Yao's flushed cheeks and aroused expression. A tingling heat spread through her own body as she straddled Feng Yao's thigh, thrusting her fingers in and out while rubbing her own flower against the smooth skin beneath her.
Soft gasps and moans filled the room—sounds of two bodies tangled in deepening pleasure.
Lang Huan pressed her hips down harder as a gush of wetness-soaked Feng Yao's thigh.
Feeling the pace of her fingers slow, Feng Yao gasped, "Lang Huan… don't stop…"
Lang Huan leaned down, taking Feng Yao's red bud into her mouth, sucking gently as she inserted another finger. She moved deeper, slowly releasing her internal energy—letting it flood into the warm depths inside her.
The pleasure above and below was overwhelming—Feng Yao sobbed and whimpered, her most intimate place throbbing and swollen.
"Lang Huan… I love you…" she cried, just as Lang Huan pressed against the sensitive spot deep inside. Her body arched, and in a wave of uncontrollable bliss, she bit into Lang Huan's shoulder as soft white light flashed her mind.
A thin line of saliva slid down from the corner of her lips as she struggled to breathe.
"Is it comfortable?" Lang Huan whispered.
Feng Yao couldn't utter a word. Her body trembled, and silent tears glided down her cheeks. She simply nodded, eyes still clouded with lingering desire.
Slowly, Lang Huan withdrew her fingers— glistening juices flowing out. The fire in her body hadn't faded. She hooked her hands under Feng Yao's knees and pushed her legs wide open.
"No more… no more… Lang Huan…" Feng Yao pleaded.
"Just once more," Lang Huan coaxed gently. Seeing Feng Yao helpless and yielding beneath her touch was ecstasy—it made her unable to stop.
Feng Yao surrendered and closed her eyes. Lang Huan adjusted her position, and their slick warmth met—rubbing against each other in perfect rhythm.
Her nails dug into Lang Huan's shoulder from the overwhelming stimulation. She cried out, as waves of pleasure crashed over them—until at last, they bloomed together in release.
A Li, who had been waiting outside, covered her ears tightly. The moans and gasps from inside made her uneasy. Only when the sounds gradually faded did her heart begin to settle. With a soft sigh, she lay down on the reclining chair, hoping to get some rest.
But just a few hours later, the noises began again—soft moans, then louder. One voice became two, tangled together in the silence. The Eldest Princess sometimes screamed, sometimes sobbed, her voice thick with emotion. A Li could only bury her face in a pillow and pray for morning to come quickly.
Lang Huan collapsed beside Feng Yao, her body finally giving in to sleep. Just before drifting off, she heard the princess curse—complaining that Lang Huan had tortured her all night.
Feng Yao pinched her ear, keeping her awake. "One day, I want you under me too. I'll make you beg."
Lang Huan laughed. "Alright… I'll let you do whatever you want. But the real question is—can you actually handle it?"
Feng Yao, with her competitive heart, was annoyed—how dare Lang Huan underestimate her skills in bed?
At dawn, the Eldest Princess stirred from her sleep. Faint light crept into the room. As she sat up, the blanket slid off her shoulder, revealing her bare, curvy figure.
She pulled on her panties and wrapped a soft pink belly band around her waist. Then, she turned to look at Lang Huan, who was still fast asleep beside her.
A fond smile curved her lips. She leaned over and gently brushed a few loose strands of hair from Lang Huan's face.
"Time to wake up," she whispered near her ear.
Lang Huan finally opened her eyes and sat up. Her sleepy face looked cute and girly, unlike her usual heroic appearance.
They looked at each other in silence—until the princess helped her get dressed and tied her hair.
Before leaving the room, Lang Huan hugged her tightly. In her heart, she couldn't keep her promise to return to Luo City. But once her mission at Baiyuan Mountain was over, she would come back—for the Eldest Princess.