Yu Lingqian, thoroughly enjoying himself, wouldn't mind going for a third round with Mu Anran if she hadn't tried every trick in the book, from acting coquettishly to crying for mercy. It was only after she played her trump card of a headache that he finally relented.
"Yu, Young Master Yu... please stop, I really can't take it anymore..."
Mu Anran lay weakly on the bed, her voice faint as she pleaded for mercy.
Seeing her with a sorrowful face and tears like raindrops, Lord Buddha Yu finally showed leniency.
He nodded and gently kissed her forehead, "Be good, I'll carry you to take a bath."
This time, Mu Anran didn't even have the strength to whimper, letting Yu Lingqian carry her into the bathroom.
She lay drowsily in the bathtub.
Yu Lingqian added a few drops of essential oil to the water and lifted her right leg to keep it above the surface.
Then, he gently and carefully cleaned her body.
