Chapter 15 – Wanting to Taste Every Day

As the carriage came to a stop at the residence of Yun Qinwang, a middle-aged woman with a stout build but kind eyes stood at the entrance, her expression slightly solemn. Two servants followed behind her.

Xiao Yuan, seeing the housekeeper Chen who had returned from visiting relatives, was slightly surprised. He took the lead in saluting, “Housekeeper Chen.”

Housekeeper Chen had always doted on the young lord. She must have heard about the recent events in the residence and rushed back before her vacation was even halfway over.

Xiao Yuan helped Su Qingwan out of the carriage. Chen Si and the servants beside her immediately bowed. “Young Lord.”

At this time, the blush on Su Qingwan’s rosy face had faded quite a bit. Seeing the rare seriousness on Aunt Chen’s face, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. His steps seemed especially cheerful as he walked up and affectionately held Chen Si’s hand, swaying it from side to side from time to time. He spoke in a soft tone, “Aunt Chen, you’re back. I missed you so much.”

As soon as the young lord’s soft voice rang out, Chen Si’s heart, which had been pretending to be stern, instantly softened. She had already learned about what had happened in the residence during the past few days she was away. She had originally wanted to properly lecture the young lord, but in the end, she could not resist his coquettish behavior.

Thinking of this, she sighed to herself. If the young lord acted this cute and spoiled towards Her Majesty, how wonderful would that be? After so many years, when would the emotional knot between this mother and son be untied?

Chen Si’s eyes became gentle. She could only say helplessly, “You! Why did you return so late today?” Suddenly, she detected an unfamiliar fragrance on the young lord and asked in a puzzled tone, “Young Lord, this scent on you…”

Su Qingwan subconsciously sniffed the scent on his body. This scent… It was the lingering fragrance left by Sister Yuner when she nestled in his arms, making his heart itch.

Su Qingwan couldn’t help but blink his watery eyes, a faint smile flashing across his face. “After school today, I passed by a few newly opened rouge shops, so I went in to browse. I didn’t expect to lose track of time. This fragrance must have been picked up then.”

Xiao Yuan, seeing the young lord speaking without blushing or his heart racing, could only stand obediently to the side without saying a word, afraid that Housekeeper Chen would notice something amiss.

Chen Si knew that the young lord had always loved to have fun and didn’t investigate further. She said gently, “On my way back from visiting relatives this time, I passed through Jingnan Prefecture and brought back a specialty for the young lord – crystal osmanthus cakes. These crystal osmanthus cakes have a translucent appearance and are permeated with the fragrance of osmanthus. They taste sweet and soft.”

“…Sweet… Soft.” Su Qingwan repeated, savoring the words. The image of those rosy red lips surfaced in his mind, and his cheeks instantly flushed.

“Yes! I tasted them too! They’re so delicious.” Chen Si, seeing the young lord’s infatuated expression, thought he was drooling over her description. She laughed, “What, do you want to eat them? Come, I’ll take them out for the young lord.”

Su Qingwan suddenly came back to his senses. Before his unusual behavior was noticed, he hurriedly said, “Thank you, Aunt Chen. I have classes tomorrow! I won’t chat with you any longer.”

Chen Si looked at the hastily departing figure, puzzled. “This child…”

After returning to Yun Qinwang’s residence, as soon as Su Qingwan entered his room, he rushed to the bed and buried his flushed face into the quilt that carried a faint cold fragrance. He gently touched his own lips with infatuation, thinking of the kiss in the carriage. His heart began to pound uncontrollably.

From time to time, he would roll up the quilt and toss and turn, like a shy little boy experiencing the first blossoming of spring.

This was the first time he had been so intimate with a woman.

For some reason, he had forgotten his rationality at that time and didn’t want to think. Instinctively, he kissed Sister Yuner’s tender lips. Unexpectedly… Sister Yuner’s lips were exceptionally moist and sweet. In that instant, a numb electric current rushed through his entire body, a wonderful sensation he had never experienced before.

He couldn’t help but gently suck and nibble, softly bite and lick, pecking at her lips. It seemed as if his heart was about to melt.

This kind of wonderful taste was addictive, making one infatuated. He really wanted to taste it every day.

Every day…

Sorry! I’ve been so busy lately.
No one is perfect, everyone has private desires. The young lord will realize his mistakes later.