Inside the Yangxin Hall of the Palace, the gentle sound of breathing resembled a brook flowing steadily.

Beside the table inside and outside the hall, Zhu Nanzhi, like a clingy little kitten, sat sideways on Lu Jin'an's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck, leaving traces of longing with kisses on his face and neck.

At this moment, her clean and elegant dress had its collar partly open, revealing the snowy plum blossom corset inside, not only were the white, smooth skin on her sides barely contained, but even the plum blossoms on the corset seemed to come alive.

"Ha~"

Zhu Nanzhi looked at her long-lost husband with mesmerizing eyes, her gaze filled with a desire that wished to consume him.

Looking at the radiant little wife, Lu Jin'an's hand on her thigh beneath the skirt couldn't help but squeeze.

Smooth and supple upon touch, especially the silky feel of the hidden silk stockings under the trousers, was particularly pleasant.

"Did you miss me?"

Zhu Nanzhi tilted her head to rest against Lu Jin'an's forehead, her cheeks tinged with a peculiar blush, her breath like orchid: "I originally wanted to change clothes first, but I missed my husband too much~"

Smelling the faint elegant scent emanating from Zhu Nanzhi, Lu Jin'an, while slipping her silk trousers to the bend of her legs, felt the subtle rub against her inner thighs: "Me too."

"Really?"

"Really." Lu Jin'an satisfied this needy little wife's psychological needs: "How could I not miss my beautiful, supple little wife? If it wasn't for being tied down by trivial matters, I wouldn't want to leave you for even a moment."

Zhu Nanzhi giggled foolishly, her slender, shapely snow-white legs clamped together slightly tighter, giving Lu Jin'an a sensation similar to a shiver in cold weather.

Lu Jin'an couldn't help but kiss her cheek, his fingers hooking the cuff of her over-knee pure white stockings, listening to the taut sound bouncing back from her leg's beautiful flesh every time his fingers hooked and released.

"Put on your stockings so early."

"No one else can see the stockings anyway~" Zhu Nanzhi leaned into his neck, gently sucking and feeling the wandering of her husband's big hand, cooperatively lifting her delicate feet slightly, as if guiding him.

"You really did miss me." Lu Jin'an's eyes flashed with amusement: "Our Nanzhi is getting more radiant."

Zhu Nanzhi's nose let out a soft hum: "My longing for husband is not just this much, would husband like to check a bit more thoroughly?"

"Then..." Lu Jin'an's gaze turned towards the round table: "Why don't you sit on the table."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Nanzhi reluctantly got off his lap, and then, with a touch of mature allure, sat on the edge of the table, her white silk feet lightly tapping Lu Jin'an's leg after slipping off her embroidered shoes as her knees gradually bent.

Lu Jin'an watched without blinking; at any time, Nanzhi and Aunt Ruo were the most precious delicacies.

"Senior Sister, why don't you come over too." Lu Jin'an looked towards Mu Qingyue standing at the door, his eyes deep.

Mu Qingyue actually didn't want to go over.

Since entering this Yangxin Hall, Nanzhi had occupied Junior Brother, and Junior Brother had left her aside, which she quite liked.

It was as if Junior Brother was being coldly violent to her...

The pleasure it brought was just as much as Nanzhi.

But now Junior Brother wants her to go over... She better go.

Otherwise, after a long time without seeing each other, acting resistant might make Junior Brother suspicious about her hidden secret.

Thinking this, Mu Qingyue stepped over, undressing as she walked, then sat beside Zhu Nanzhi, knowingly curving her knees, her bare jade feet placed on the table edge, displaying a more enticing posture than Nanzhi.

Zhu Nanzhi cast a glance; Mu Jianxian was sure discreet, spoke little but understood much, and was very bold.

Hence, she also placed her white silk feet on the table edge, inevitably bumping her knees against Mu Qingyue's.

Looking at the two dazzling fairies, Lu Jin'an swallowed secretly, especially with the pervasive fragrance in the air, pure and sweet, like the finest wine, intoxicating.

"Husband~"

"Junior Brother."

Listening to the voices of the two women, Lu Jin'an stepped directly forward, taking them each by hand.

Zhu Nanzhi glanced at Lu Jin'an a bit disconcertedly but didn't say much, after all, Qingyue, like herself, hadn't seen their husband for a long time.

Let the husband equally share his affection for now.

Lu Jin'an observed their expressions, then directly removed the black cloth from Mu Qingyue's eyes, watching the changes in their expressions gradually appear.

To him, at this moment, Nanzhi and Senior Sister were simply the finest delicacies.

He could only savor them bit by bit.

On the bed within the hall, Zhiyu watched with wide eyes at this scene; she didn't understand before, but now, for the first time saw clearly the intimacy between Master and the two mistresses, oh... so amazing.

Their expressions were so beautiful~

Zhiyu swallowed silently, recording the movements and poses of the two mistresses in her heart.

Then watched as Master tasted the grapefruit, tasted the coconut... Master indeed seemed very happy.

Some were joyous, some were learning, while others sat on the roof of Yangxin Hall like a neglected wife, glaring at the expressions of Zhu Nanzhi and Mu Qingyue with displeasure.

Naturally disguised as Xiao Yinruo was Pei Wanyu.

She thought, originally she should have been the first to taste, but now because of this disguise, not only can't she taste first, she can't even openly sneak a peek, just thinking about it makes her feel like such a 'pitiful' wife~

Though recalling her subsequent plans, 'Xiao Yinruo' felt much better in her heart.