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白荼的住所是在舒黎清的小隔间内，所以如果有一丝风吹草动，白荼或许隐约能察觉到。她勉强的睁开眼，刚刚似乎听到开门的声音。
是小姐需要什么吗？
白荼皱了皱眉头，还是决定起身看看。
她出了门，差点被突然出现的舒黎清吓死。真的好像女鬼啊，一声不响地出现神马的。
“小……小姐。”白荼颤颤巍巍地问了一句，“你是需要什么吗？”
但是小姐似乎不想搭理她，只是缓缓的向前走。小姐在是梦游吗？白荼赶紧给她让路，想要护着她，怕她弄醒她，听说梦游中的人受到惊吓可能会一睡不醒。
白荼担惊受怕地看着舒黎清一路无阻，毫无顾忌的相前走，突然那双小巧可爱的脚吸引了白荼的注意力。顿时有点心疼，地板该多凉啊，小姐要是冻着了该怎么办，都怪自己睡的太死，没发现小姐是什么时候出去的。怎么让小姐走到床边躺下呢？
白荼慢慢靠近舒黎清，近的可以看到她微微皱起的眉头，似蝴蝶般美妙的睫毛，有些湿润的薄唇。
好吧，她不应该又发呆。白荼敲了敲脑袋，突然想到了个好法子。
她轻声唤这小姐，轻轻地勾着她的手，入手的柔软让白荼的心微微颤抖了下，真的是好软好舒服。
白荼收敛了一下心神。“小姐，乖，我是白荼，跟着我走~”
她边说边观察小姐的反应，还好小姐没有做什么激烈的行为，很听话。
小姐这样子，可真令人心动啊，好乖~
白荼的心软成了一滩水，还是这样的小姐比较有人气一点，白日里的小姐寡淡着一张脸，永远处事不惊，运筹帷幄的样子，活生生与人拉出距离感。也让她不敢生出别的念头，自卑充斥着内心。
就在白荼胡思乱想的当头，一个不小心，舒黎清和她同时被绊倒在床，而白荼悲催的被她压在身上，安静的氛围内，白荼可以清晰的感受到身上人的柔软和淡淡的香味。像撩人的檀香，悠悠地勾了魂一般。
这该如何是好？
白荼却突然发现身上的人有转醒的征兆，她动了。
准确的是舒黎清睁开了眼，白荼觉得此时的小姐似乎有些危险，因为她一闪不闪地看着里，眼里像盛着一抔清泉，荡漾着，摇曳着，勾挑着。
空气中似乎都弥漫着暧昧的气息，白荼觉得有些晕乎乎的，心跳也砰砰跳地飞快，像是要赶到天际抓住彗星一般。她不知道小姐是醒着的，还是依旧在梦游状态。
可这沉默的环境十分撩人，痒进了白荼的心口里。可她不敢出声，像是怕惊碎梦一般。
“你，怎么在我的床上~”许是刚醒来，舒黎清的嗓子显得格外低哑性感。口中呼出的热气如龙卷风一般席卷白荼的耳畔，让她有种溺毙的窒息感和一股那日夜晚的燥热感。
“我……小姐……我……看到……”白荼也不知道要怎么辩解才是，脸上渐渐沁出了微薄的汗水，也不知是急得，还是热得。
“哦，我知道了，贴身管家还有一项任务，就是暖.床，所以……你就别回去了，陪我一起睡吧~”，舒黎清眼里的神色都在阐述着她是在认真的，没有在开玩笑。
“小……小姐？”白荼满脸胀红，不知所措地盯着舒黎清，眼里不知是喜悦还是惊恐。
舒黎清低下头，整个脑袋埋在白荼的脖颈之间轻嗅，温热的呼吸打洁白无瑕的皮肤上面，像点燃了着火点一般，空气也似乎燥热起来，“嗯，是我喜欢的奶香味道。”
说罢，舒黎清在白荼玉脂般的肌肤上轻轻地咬了一口，引得白荼微微一颤，皮肤上起了细小的红豆豆，然后像是连锁反应一般，红色酝酿开，如一滴墨在水中扩散。
白荼嘤得一声，之后惊觉，恍然若梦，捂住自己的嘴，两眼睁大，水润润地，羞涩地无地自容。
“小白，你既然是我的贴身管家，便是我的人了，知道吗？”
Shu Liqing bent close until their faces nearly merged-noses brushing, lips hovering in parallel, breaths tangling like vines. Her flippant words carried veiled implications beneath their playful surface.
This tyrannical declaration left Bai Tu dizzy and disoriented. The intoxicating fragrance radiating from the woman above her clouded rational thought. Spellbound, she stared up at Shu Liqing's every micro-movement, as helpless as a fish stranded on a cutting board.
The soft lips that sealed hers held unexpected fire. Cool as moonlit jade yet burning like solar flares, they plundered her mouth with imperial command. The contradiction thrilled-this archetype of glacial refinement now blazed hotter than midsummer noon, her ardor putting phoenix flames to shame.
The kiss unfolded like scripture written in liquid lightning. Bai Tu surrendered completely, a devotee lost in divine revelation, every nerve singing hosannas to this carnal sacrament.
When the lingering communion finally broke, the sudden absence struck like winter's first frostbite. A full-body shudder rippled through her, aftershocks of ecstasy reverberating in the sacred silence.
Shu Liqing traced a deliberate ascent along the ivory topography of Bai Tu's neck, her lips charting coordinates from collarbone to jawline before claiming the pearl-like lobe of an ear. Teeth grazed the tender flesh with predatory delicacy, a paradox of violence and tenderness that resonated through bone marrow.
"Cold?"The question vibrated against flushed skin, its speaker's eyes twin pools of banked volcanic intensity beneath deceptively calm surfaces.
Bai Tu shook her head, rose-quartz nails digging crescent moons into trembling palms. How could winter exist when Shu Liqing's touch carried solar prominence events, when every caress threatened spontaneous combustion? She was Persephone caught between frost and flame, half-ash already in this underworld of silk sheets.
"You wear desire like Vermilion Bird constellations,"Shu Liqing murmured against the shell of her ear, each syllable a brushstroke painting celestial maps on mortal flesh.
"I shall collect every supernova."
看风景的人殊不知也成了别人眼里的风景。
白荼恍恍惚惚看着因着之前一系列动作导致衣衫半解的舒黎清。
舒黎清一向是清冷如玉的，就算是此时，她也好似一块幽谷里山涧中被打磨光滑的鹅卵石，带着股被大浪淘沙打磨洗涤后的绮丽。
她的头发很长而黑，此刻飘柔地垂落至肩膀上面，眼睛黑漆漆的，宛如黑曜石，却带着一抹流光。
Shu Liqing resembled a fallen angel now tainted with desire—all because of her.
The thought filled Bai Tu with rapturous joy. She craved more, yearning to stain her mistress with colors beyond icy restraint.
Her voice trembled, yet her gaze burned with unwavering devotion. Whimpering, pleading, she uttered words that once would have shamed her:
"Miss... I’m willing. Please... give it to me."
A low laugh escaped Shu Liqing, sending ripples through Bai Tu’s heart.
Before she could process it, those elegant fingers slid beneath her nightgown. From waist to shoulder blades, the touch lingered—teasing, tormenting, deliberate as a slow-burning fuse.
Only she holds this privilege in all the world, Bai Tu thought fiercely.
She lay completely bare without a shred of concealment. The room’s warmth made even the thin blanket redundant. Words failed her—should she ask if her body pleased her mistress?
Crimson heat flooded her from face to toes.
Yet she hungered to see Shu Liqing, to meet her unveiled. Truthfully, she’d coveted her mistress’s form since their first encounter
“有何不可？”，舒黎清倒是很爽快地应了声，她利落地脱下了外面的保护壳，展现在白荼面前。
Her skin was as fair as snow, and under the intense illumination, every inch of her flesh seemed to ripple with seductive radiance.
The cascading light flowed downward, tracing its luminous path until it caught upon two delicate rosy peaks at her chest.
Tresses of raven-black hair partially veiled her alabaster bosom, creating an elegant monochrome composition of shadow and light.
Yet it was those twin touches of heart-stirring crimson that completed the masterpiece-the trinity of ebony, ivory and scarlet hues blending in such devastating harmony that Bai Tu felt his throat constrict with visceral longing.
她大概是没救了吧，白荼如此想道。
The young mistress was like an opium poppy that ensnared both body and soul, her beauty so intoxicating it could make one lose all bearings. In this moment, Bai Tu finally understood why ancient kings would ignite beacon fires to amuse their concubines-when faced with such devastating loveliness capable of toppling cities and kingdoms, even the most rational mind might succumb.
Perhaps she was dreaming again, Bai Tu thought hazily, or perhaps this vivid hallucination stemmed from her prolonged yearning. But before she could lift her gaze for clearer observation, the figure above her began moving.
Silken garments slipped downward like melting snow until their naked forms melded together in seamless intimacy. The scorching heat between them couldn't possibly be illusionary, Bai Tu reasoned through the haze.
"Still room for wandering thoughts?"
Shu Liqing's lips curved with dangerous amusement, fingertips punishingly grazing the sensitive crimson bud.
"Clearly I've been too lenient."
A breathy gasp escaped Bai Tu's throat, anchoring her consciousness to the present. She arched instinctively against Shu Liqing's movements, her body betraying an unspoken hunger.
Though propriety should dictate modesty, Bai Tu found herself craving decisive possession rather than this exquisite torment.
She'd willingly surrender entire kingdoms for the resolution burning in her veins.
Shu Liqing moved with the deliberate patience of an angler playing a long line, his kisses lingering and relentless yet tender. His right hand descended in synchrony, feathering slow, deliberate caresses that followed the liquid curve of her body.
His touch flowed like a meandering stream at first, all silken currents and unhurried rhythm. Yet this very languor in his overture proved exquisite torment-a drawn-out prelude excruciatings in its measured pace.
Bai Tu felt strength dissolve from her limbs like water through splayed fingers. She gasped like a fish stranded beyond its watery element, her skin prickling as if confined within a simmering crucible.
Licking flames of sensation traveled her nerve-endings, this slow-roasting agony transforming her into willing kindling-a creature suddenly craving consummation through immolation, yearning to dissolve into ashes and merge with her mistress'very essence.
Yet she maintained that deliberate restraint, suspending her on the knife's edge of fulfillment.
When she could endure no more, Bai Tu twisted her face aside, lips grazing his cheek as she pleaded in breathless supplication:
"Miss..."
Her body glistened with scented perspiration, undulating in whispers of movement that stirred the air with tender vulnerability. Whimpered pleas trembled from her lips, each fragile sound designed to awaken protective tenderness in any beholder.
"Hush now, sweetling,"murmured Shu Liqing, her palm tracing back to the snowfield of the girl's chest. Fingers began their meandering descent like ink bleeding through rice paper, until settling upon their destined objective beneath trembling curves.
Bai Tu quivered faintly beneath the touch, her body curving inward like a scroll recoiling from flame. Slender legs of polished jade rubbed together restlessly-caught between anxious stirrings in her heart and electric currents along inner thighs.
This flustered vulnerability mirrored how her emotional terrain crumbled into chaos whenever her mistress drew near.
Her fragmented understanding of intimacy between women had been pieced together from half-remembered wine cellar shadows and fevered dreams. Now, as Shu Liqing's fingertip pressed against her hidden pearl of flesh, sudden epiphany struck like temple bells at dawn.
Every muscle tensed like overstrung lute strings, her entire being vibrating with terrifying revelation.
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