The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

"Hehe, we don't need to worry about this master."

Qin Jiaojiao grinned.

"Tell me, is what I said reasonable or not?"

Xu Wanyun was speechless, but unable to refute it.

"Master, just listen to me, you can't go wrong!"

Qin Jiaojiao's words were very persuasive and greatly appealed to Xu Wanyun.

"Master, you must seize this opportunity!"

Xu Wanyun lowered her head and remained silent.

Every word Qin Jiaojiao said struck a chord in her heart.

Can she really do it?

"Master, don't hesitate."

Qin Jiaojiao held her hand and said earnestly.

"Happiness is something you have to fight for."

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another one."

Xu Wanyun took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked in the direction of Wang Long's room.

The lamp was still on.

His image was reflected in the window, captivating her.

Xu Wanyun's heart started beating even faster.

"Let me... think about it."

Seeing her conflicted expression, Qin Jiaojiao didn't say anything more.

She has done all she can; the rest is up to her master.

"Master, you should think it over carefully. I'm going to sleep now."

Qin Jiaojiao stood up and yawned.

Xu Wanyun nodded, her feelings extremely complicated.

Qin Jiaojiao turned and walked into the house, but after a few steps, she turned back.

"Master."

"Um?"

"Go for it! I believe in you!"

She grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, and then skipped and hopped back into the house.

The courtyard fell silent.

Xu Wanyun sat on the stone bench, the moonlight shining on her, casting a long shadow.

She looked up at the window of Wang Long's room, her gaze both gentle and complex.

"Uncle Long..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

"What should I do?"

Wang Long felt somewhat tired these past few days, so he immediately took out a large wooden bucket from his storage ring.

Pour warm water into it.

Wang Long quickly took off his clothes, stepped into the wooden tub, and felt the warm spring water reach his waist.

He leaned against the barrel, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

The steam rose and filled the room.

Wang Long felt every pore on his body relax, and the fatigue of the past few days vanished in an instant.

"Comfortable......"

He couldn't help but mutter something, tilted his head back, leaned against the edge of the bucket, and closed his eyes to rest.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a cool, clear glow on the floor.

The candles in the room had gone out, leaving only moonlight and steam rising from the wooden tub, swirling and intertwining in the air.

Wang Long was enjoying this rare moment of peace when suddenly the door creaked open.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body tensed instantly, and he subconsciously shrank back into the water.

"Who?!"

Under the moonlight, a slender figure stood at the door.

Xu Wanyun wore a white nightgown, her long black hair cascading down to her waist.

The moonlight shone on her, making her thin nightgown almost transparent, outlining her exquisite figure.

She clutched a white bath towel in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly, her head lowered, not daring to look at Wang Long.

She murmured softly.

"Dragon... Uncle Dragon..."

"Wan...Wanyun?"

Wang Long's voice trembled slightly as he subconsciously reached for the clothes on the rack next to him, but pulled his hand back halfway through.

He was now soaking naked in the tub, unsure whether to stand up or sit, frozen in place, feeling rather awkward.

"You... what brings you here?"

Xu Wanyun did not answer. She just stood at the door, head down, lips pressed tightly together, ears so red they could bleed.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and her palms were sweaty.

Xu Wanyun realized she had acted impulsively.

After walking in, I had the urge to turn back, but I didn't want to give up like that.

For a moment, I was filled with conflicting emotions.

"Wanyun?"

Wang Long called out again tentatively, his voice filled with a hint of panic and confusion.

Why would she barge in like this in the middle of the night? Could something have happened to her?

Or is he scheming for his own benefit?

Wang Long shook his head, trying to stop himself from overthinking it.

I'm not a spirit stone that everyone likes.

Xu Wanyun took a deep breath and finally mustered the courage to raise her head and look at Wang Long.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her beautiful and refined face blush.

Her beautiful eyes were misty, as if veiled by a thin gauze, hazy and dreamlike.

"Uncle Long..."

Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor.

"I...I'll help you scrub your back."

Wang Long was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Wh...what?"

Xu Wanyun bit her lip, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind her.

A soft "bang" sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Wang Long's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that soft noise.

Seriously?! You mean it for real?!

He was completely unprepared.

If a conflict were to break out and result in a death, how would the matter be resolved?

Most importantly, Qin Jiaojiao is sleeping in the next room.

If a sound is heard...

Wang Long's mind became increasingly agitated, and his breathing began to quicken.

Xu Wanyun walked to the wooden tub, stopped, and turned her back to him.

She reached out, hooked her fingers around the ties of her nightgown, and gently pulled.

Her nightgown slipped off and fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

Under the moonlight, her silhouette was laid bare before Wang Long.

Her skin was as white as snow, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

With smooth shoulder lines, a slender waist, and exquisite curves, she resembles a finely crafted work of art.

Wang Long's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his mind went blank.

He tried to look away, but his eyes wouldn't obey him, fixed on that figure's back, unable to look away no matter what he did.

So, is this a test for cadres?

Who could resist?!

Xu Wanyun picked up a bath towel, wrapped it around her body, and covered up the breathtaking scenery, revealing only a section of her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbones.

She turned around, walked to the wooden tub, and stepped inside.

The warm spring water washed over her body, soaking the towel and making it cling tightly to her body, outlining her even more alluring curves.

Wang Long remained frozen inside the bucket, completely still.

He could feel Xu Wanyun's body right behind him, very close, and he could even feel the warmth emanating from her body.

"Wanyun...you..."

Wang Long's voice was hoarse, and his throat bobbed.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Wanyun did not answer, but simply picked up a handkerchief draped over the side of the bucket and gently pressed it on his shoulder.

The handkerchief, damp with water, was warm and soft, and clung to his skin, carrying her body heat.

Her hands were trembling slightly as the handkerchief moved slowly and gently over his shoulder.

Wang Long felt his heart pounding like a drum, and all the blood in his body rushing to his head.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Uncle Long".

Xu Wanyun's voice sounded behind him, very soft and gentle, with a slight, suppressed tremor.

"You...you don't move."

"Wanyun will rub your back..."