In the room, the petite figure led the tall frame forward.

The two came to the bedside, and Feng Jiu’er sat down first.

“Sit.” She patted the spot beside her.

The corner of Di Wu Ya’s mouth lifted as he bent his legs and sat.

Feng Jiu’er looked at his obedient expression, feeling rather pleased.

“Did you bathe?” She reached out both hands, resting them on his chest.

“Mm.” Di Wu Ya’s voice had turned somewhat low and hoarse.

Feng Jiu’er looked at his alluring neck, unable to stop herself from licking her lips.

Why did she suddenly feel so parched, her lips and tongue dry?

Ninth Imperial Uncle was truly… far too soul-stirring. At any time, in any place, doing anything at all…

Mm, he was always so captivating!

“Mm, I washed up too, so…” She pulled open his collar, her jade-like fingers lightly stroking his chest.

“So… I was just waiting for you to come back. I’ve been waiting quite a while.”

Outside had grown quiet, and now, the inner chamber was silent too — quiet enough to clearly hear each other’s breathing.

Feng Jiu’er let go of Di Wu Ya, closed her eyes, and pressed her head against his heart.

“Thump, thump-thump.” The sound was very pleasant to hear.

“Wife.” Di Wu Ya’s slightly trembling arms tightened, drawing her petite frame into his embrace. “Are you ready?”

Feng Jiu’er’s small head rubbed against the man’s chest, then she looked up. “I’ve long been ready.”

“I only hope that you, husband, can be… gentle.”

Di Wu Ya’s large palm rose, cupping the small head in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and pressed a light kiss upon her forehead, his voice growing even more hoarse. “This husband will do his best.”

Di Wu Ya lifted Feng Jiu’er up, turned, and carefully set her down on the bed.

Feng Jiu’er let her hands rest at her sides, gripping the bedding, her round eyes blinking again and again.

This moment had finally arrived — she felt a small flicker of nervousness!

Di Wu Ya stood, his gaze never once leaving Feng Jiu’er.

Feng Jiu’er watched the clothes slide off the man’s body, swallowed, and slowly raised her eyes.

The bare-chested man smiled, wickedly charming, his long fingers moving downward.

Feng Jiu’er abruptly shut her eyes, but that solid chest, those well-defined eight-pack abs, were already deeply etched into her mind.

This man was truly bewitching!

Being devastatingly handsome was one thing — but to have such a body too! She could hardly keep herself composed, could she?

A clean, familiar scent drifted over her, and Feng Jiu’er suddenly felt the temperature around her rising higher and higher.

Suddenly, as he drew close, she reached out on impulse and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, why don’t we… blow out the candles first?”

Feng Jiu’er gazed at the beauty so close before her, her eyes simply unwilling to look away.

Di Wu Ya, his long arm braced beside Feng Jiu’er, turned to the side and gave a casual flick of his hand.

The candles on the candlesticks in several directions were extinguished one after another, leaving only two or three red lanterns still lit in the distance.

Feng Jiu’er felt the man’s powerful presence, took a deep breath, and slowly tried to steady herself.

She’d meant to properly reward him tonight, yet somehow she’d lost her nerve all at once.

Well, that made sense! He was so overwhelmingly strong — how could someone as small as her easily overpower him?

Di Wu Ya withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes full of tenderness. “Now — is it alright?”

Feng Jiu’er gazed into his deep eyes and nodded slightly. “Alright.”

Di Wu Ya’s large palm moved up, landing on Feng Jiu’er’s collar.

Feng Jiu’er was startled by the searing touch, her breathing growing heavier still.

Steady yourself! She couldn’t afford to lose so completely tonight.

Taking another deep breath, Jiu’er tried hard to keep her breathing from sounding too ragged.

“Ninth… Imperial Uncle, are you nervous?”