Chapter Six Hundred Fifteen, Little Greedy Cat
That night, when Young Master Sang returned home from the office, his clothes were a mess.
He hurriedly shoved down some dinner before Bai Ming dragged him into a room, which also had Zhang Xiaoying and Master Yu Xia waiting inside.
The next morning, before dawn, while the three women were still resting, a haggard Young Master Sang left a note and dashed out of the Sang family home.
He realized this was no way to live; he didn’t even have a moment to breathe, and the psychological trauma from Xu Hongyi was deepening.
So he found himself an ideal retreat.
The Sword Flower Palace on Yaochi Tianshan.
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In the morning, Chun Lan was humming a little tune as she watered the flowers outside her room.
Suddenly, a tearing sound from behind startled her. Turning around, she saw Young Master Sang sneaking out from a spatial rift.
“Wow—uh!”
Before Chun Lan could scream, Young Master Sang quickly covered her mouth and made a shushing gesture.
“Shh, keep it down. Don’t let anyone know I’m here.”
Seeing who it was, Chun Lan sighed in relief but then puffed her cheeks slightly: “Oh, it’s Young Master Sang. How does such a busy man have time to visit our Sword Flower Palace?”
“Stop chatting.”
Young Master Sang lightly tapped her head, then glanced around: “Where’s Sister Gu?”
“It’s early morning, the palace master is guiding her disciples at the sword training ground.”
Heaved a sigh of relief, Young Master Sang waved his hand in exhaustion: “After the morning class, you can tell Sister Gu I’m here. I’m dead tired. Can I borrow your bath and bed for a while? I need a good wash and a long nap.”
With that, he dragged his exhausted body straight toward the bath.
Chun Lan couldn’t help but think, “Why does he look like he’s fleeing from something? What happened to Young Master Sang?”
But then it hit her, and she gasped:
“Hey, wait, don’t go in—”
Unfortunately, she said it too late.
Young Master Sang had just opened the big door to the bath.
And there he was, face to face with Qiu Ju, who was completely naked and splashing water on herself.
Qiu Ju: “…?”
Young Master Sang: “…”
Sometimes, life and death hang by a thread.
If Young Master Sang had just been a second later, Qiu Ju’s shriek would’ve blown the roof off the Sword Flower Palace.
“…I can explain, but please don’t scream. Don’t let anyone know I’m here.”
Qiu Ju, unable to make a sound due to his hand over her mouth, could only look at him with teary eyes, making quiet whimpers.
At that moment, Chun Lan rushed to the door, ready to apologize for forgetting to mention something.
But upon seeing Young Master Sang holding Qiu Ju’s mouth from behind, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Oh, Young Master Sang is so eager!”
“No need for that, if you want to take my sister to bed, it’s just a word from you, Young Master. Being so rough will only make my sister think you’re a pervert!”
Young Master Sang shot her a glare, slowly loosening his grip on Qiu Ju.
Cough, cough… It’s really not my fault; you can blame your sister.
Once calmed down, Qiu Ju didn’t say much, just shyly lowered her head and quietly said, “It’s… it’s fine.”
“Qiu Ju’s body… you’ve seen it before, Young Master. It’s not a big deal.” She averted her gaze shyly.
Hearing that made guilt wash over Young Master Sang.
“Well, just continue. I think I’ll wash after I’m awake.”
“Do you want to bathe, Young Master?”
Qiu Ju blinked her bright eyes and spoke softly: “The palace master has instructed that as long as Young Master needs, we sisters can assist you with your bath anytime.”
“Isn’t that… inappropriate?”
Before Young Master Sang could finish, there was a rustling sound behind him, followed by Chun Lan’s huff.
“Humph, what are you being so wishy-washy for?”
As Chun Lan stripped down and approached Young Master Sang, blushing yet still playing tough, she said, “You didn’t seem this shy when you were checking us out back then.”
This little girl’s tongue was as sharp as ever.
Young Master Sang could hardly be bothered to argue with her. He was too tired to move, so he simply stripped off his clothes, leaned back, closed his eyes, and murmured:
“Perfect. It’s been a while since I enjoyed the massages from you sisters.”
“Then we’ll take care of you!”
With a light splash, Young Master Sang felt two soft bodies pressed up against his arms, while two small hands skillfully began to knead his shoulders and neck.
In truth, the last time he had experienced this pair’s massage techniques was remarkable.
Their hands, shaped by years of sword practice, were not rough but rather soft and delicate. When they massaged his body, it felt like jade sliding across his skin—pure bliss.
Unfortunately, the last time he was slathered in some mysteriously potent stuff, which left him barely conscious and unable to fully enjoy the experience.
This time, he could finally soak in the comfort.
Perhaps it was due to extreme exhaustion or the sisters’ outstanding techniques. Before long, light snores escaped Young Master Sang.
Meanwhile, Chun Lan and Qiu Ju, diligently massaging, exchanged whispers.
“Sister, it’s rare for Young Master to come to the Sword Flower Palace and not look for the palace master first, coming to us instead.”
“…What are you getting at?”
“Don’t you think,” Qiu Ju blushed deeper, “that Young Master is… finally planning to take us?”
Chun Lan’s face flushed instantly, and she scolded her, embarrassed: “You little imp! You’ve got nothing but men on your mind, you’re hopeless!”
“Spare me! Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to when you’re holed up in your room moaning Young Master’s name?”
“You! You little brat!”
With her cheeks burning, Chun Lan was both shocked and embarrassed. She was about to tussle with Qiu Ju but worried about waking the sleeping Young Master Sang.
In the end, she could only glare furiously at the giggling Qiu Ju.
“I say, if Young Master really intends to claim us today, wouldn’t it be you who’s most pleased?”
“Who cares! I’m not like you, who’s spring-struck every day!”
Chun Lan wanted to retort a bit more, but suddenly Qiu Ju leaned closer and whispered something in her ear.
After hearing it, Chun Lan’s face blushed even more, and she secretly gulped, sneaking glances at Young Master Sang.
“Just… just to try?”
“Just to try, nothing serious.”
“He won’t find out, right?”
“What if he does? It’d just mean catching my greedy little cat of a sister right then and there.”
“You’re the little greedy cat! As if you don’t eat either!”
After some more playful back and forth, the two sisters eventually fell silent, turning to gaze at Young Master Sang.
Like they were looking at a sweet, delicious ice cream cake.
