Wang Yan had initially wanted to refuse, but seeing his father's insistent attitude, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave the study unless he agreed. Reluctantly, he nodded, finally allowing him to return to his quarters.
Night fell, and in the dimly lit bedroom, Wang Yan sat on the bed, gazing at Ren Hongchang, who stood by the intricately carved window lattice. Her face was delicate and radiant, like a freshly bloomed peach blossom. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with deep emotion and captivating charm. Wang Yan took a deep breath.
"Truly, it's as if I've found something without even searching for it," he thought.
Ren Hongchang quickly noticed the unusual look in Wang Yan's eyes, and being sharp-witted, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Master, why are you staring at me like this? Is there something different about me tonight?" she asked.
Wang Yan cleared his throat. "After the battle, I feel exhausted. Tonight, I need a good rest."
Hearing this, Ren Hongchang felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes glowed with concern. "Master, should we continue the yin-yang energy exchange tonight?"
Wang Yan: ...
"Chang'er, tonight might be a bit different."
"No worries, Master, you can perform the ritual. I can handle it," she said confidently.
Wang Yan swallowed hard. "All right, as you wish."
He slowly walked over to Ren Hongchang, lifting her in his arms. Feeling the strength of his embrace, Ren Hongchang cried and buried her face in his chest. The short journey to the bed felt like a lifetime to her.
"Is it finally going to happen for real this time?" she wondered.
Wang Yan gently laid her on the bed and began to untie the sash around her waist. With a gentle pull, her inner garment slipped off her shoulders, clinging to her like a lover reluctant to part. Her ample bosom seemed ready to spill out, and Wang Yan felt his mouth go dry.
Ancient people valued propriety, so there was no need to rush. After all, Wang Yan was well-versed in various arts from his previous life. There was no need to panic.
"Chang'er, I will take care of you for the rest of my life," he said softly.
Hearing this, Ren Hongchang's body went limp, and she trembled slightly. As Wang Yan continued his actions, she felt an unprecedented sensation wash over her, making her imagine a future with him. In a chaotic world, meeting him was her most excellent fortune.
"Master, please extinguish the lights first," she requested shyly.
Wang Yan chuckled. "If you close your eyes, there will be no need to extinguish the lights."
"Ah?"
Feeling his hands firmly grasp her feet, a wave of unbearable tingling spread throughout her body. Ren Hongchang quickly covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers. After playing with her delicate feet for a while, Wang Yan gently pulled her close and embraced her.
"Chang'er, how about I give you a new name?"
"Master, giving me a name? That would be wonderful," she replied joyfully.
Wang Yan subtly reached out, and ten boxes of Durex appeared out of thin air.
"From now on, you shall be called Wang Diaochan, my beloved," he declared.
Ren Hongchang felt a mix of shyness and joy. They shared tender love that night, an unforgettable night that stretched into the late morning. As the colorful dawn clouds shone through the window, Ren Hongchang's face was even more radiant.
Waking up from her beautiful dream, Ren Hongchang's eyes widened with curiosity. "Master, did you use the yin-yang energy exchange technique last night?"
Wang Yan, looking at his beloved beside him, smiled. "I didn't. I was worried it might exhaust you."
Hearing this, Ren Hongchang felt both sweet and disappointed.
"Master cares so much for me. How can I ever repay you?" she murmured, snuggling closer.
Unable to resist, Wang Yan rolled over and embraced her again.
"This time, it will be a bit different," he whispered.
Her heart raced. "Could it be even more intense than last night?" she wondered, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
However, the next moment, Ren Hongchang gasped in surprise. "Master, what are you doing? This is too...embarrassing..."
They were even closer after their deep exchange and communication the previous night. But Wang Yan's actions now were something she had never experienced. Despite feeling overwhelmed, she found herself reluctantly complying.
The room was filled with two busy silhouettes, moving on the bed, the chair, and the desk. There were positions she had only heard whispered among the maids but only truly understood now. Her entire understanding of such matters was being reshaped. The experience left her feeling a whirlwind of emotions, like a boat adrift in a never-ending storm.
"Could it be that the Master is using the yin-yang technique on me?" she thought. "It must be; otherwise, how could it be like this?"
With this thought, she finally let herself go completely...