She could only drift like duckweed, clinging to him.
Originally, hiding her in the manor had already stirred up a storm in the Imperial City. People gossiped about Bo Shiyue keeping a songbird in a golden house—a beauty so captivating and enchanting it defied description. If he were to confine her on an island, wouldn’t the rumors run even wilder?
Mu Wantang was so angry she refused to speak to him. Bo Shiyue’s heart ached unbearably; he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his own face. “Alright, little ancestor, how about hitting me a couple of times to vent?”
Mu Wantang struggled free from his embrace and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the glow of the setting sun as she nibbled on a delicate little cake.
Bo Shiyue wanted to hold the girl again, but as soon as he leaned in, she kicked him. Her small foot landed on his abdomen, and even through his clothes, he could feel the defined contours of his abs.
Mu Wantang lifted her gaze, her exquisite peach blossom eyes shimmering with a faint light. A smudge of cream at the corner of her lips made her look even more playful and adorable. “Uncle~”
Her cherry-red lips nibbled on the small spoon, and her restless little foot rubbed against him in his lap.
This man, nine years her senior, though he kept her by his side, had also unconditionally doted on her for over three years.
Bo Shiyue responded with a soft “Hmm,” then gently took hold of her foot and slowly removed her cotton sock. Her fair, jade-like toes twitched slightly in the evening glow.
He carefully lifted her foot and placed it over his heart, through his clothing. “The little princess is angry—how would she like to vent?” His voice was as smooth and warm as jade, a stark contrast to the ruthless and bloodthirsty demeanor he showed others.
Mu Wantang mentally listed all the names he had for her: little cutie, little lass, little girl, little princess, little darling wife, little sweet wife, Tangtang, Tangbao, baby… Tsk, tsk. This man really—knew exactly how to make her happy.
Tilting her head, Mu Wantang thought seriously for a moment. Her temper tended to flare up and fade quickly, and for now, she couldn’t think of what she wanted.
Bo Shiyue leaned in slowly, and Mu Wantang had no choice but to bend her legs slightly. In that position, he stole a kiss.
The girl’s cheeks flushed pink instantly. Shyly, she averted her gaze, her dark eyes darting around but never settling on Bo Shiyue’s face. Then, lowering her head, she focused on finishing her cake.
Bo Shiyue felt he had no temper left when it came to her. All he could do was hold her delicate foot in his hand, idly playing with it.
Mu Wantang had been pampered into such delicacy—her skin fair and rosy, utterly captivating, smooth as milk. On days when he was home, he couldn’t bear to let her walk more than a few steps. Her feet, in particular, were treated like precious treasures.
Bo Shiyue took out a pedicure set. Not wanting to disturb her while she enjoyed her treat, he began trimming her nails. For the past three years, he had attended to every detail of her life—from her meals and drinks to her every move.
Though Mu Wantang tried her best to eat like a proper lady, savoring each bite, she still finished the small cake quickly. “Sigh!” The girl let out a soft sigh, her lovely little face etched with worry.
Bo Shiyue knew this was one of her little tricks—toying with his heart, hoping he’d allow her to have another piece. The more she did this…
Bo Shiyue remained silent, leaving Mu Wantang waiting for quite some time without uttering a word.
She kept her legs together, letting him trim her nails, then murmured, “Let’s paint them red with gold foil—that color looks beautiful.”
Bo Shiyue was simultaneously amused and exasperated by her words.
He lifted his gaze to meet the girl’s innocent, wide eyes, glistening as if filled with stars and oceans.
“Alright~”
Whatever she asked for, he would indulge her.
Bo Shiyue stood up to fetch the manicure tools, but the sly girl secretly slipped off the chaise lounge and tried to run out barefoot.
She had only taken a few steps when Bo Shiyue wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her effortlessly.
Her slender legs flailed restlessly in mid-air; due to their height difference, her feet couldn’t touch the ground at all.
She didn’t even reach the bedroom door before being carried back.
Placed back on the chaise lounge.
When tossed down, Mu Wantang turned away from Bo Shiyue in displeasure, only to receive a light smack on her bottom.
A dark glint flickered in Bo Shiyue’s eyes as he subtly rubbed his fingers, savoring the lingering softness.
Mu Wantang shyly scrambled up and retreated several steps.
“You!”
She wanted to protest.
But meeting his deep, intense gaze—the desire in his eyes so thick it seemed tangible—she immediately fell silent.
Uncle had too much stamina.
She, she was still sore~
Counting the days in her heart, why hadn’t her period come yet?
Wahhh~ Someone save her, quick!
Fortunately, Bo Shiyue’s gaze merely swept over her before he sat back down and extended his hand.
Mu Wantang obediently placed her small foot in his palm.
Enveloped by his large hand, a warm sensation spread from her sole, creeping steadily upward.
The girl blushed again, feeling as if something inside her was stirring restlessly.
Even with him nearby, her heart felt hollow.
Craving comfort.
Mu Wantang felt the room growing uncomfortably warm and grumbled discontentedly.
“Has the heating been turned on already? Winter hasn’t even started.”
Bo Shiyue knew exactly what was bothering her. He chuckled softly, lowering his gaze. “No, it’s you who’s yearning.”
His words.
Pierced right through the girl’s thoughts.
Mu Wantang lay straight back down, ignoring him.
Bo Shiyue dampened a pure white towel and meticulously wiped her small feet. The girl he cherished was delicate and precious.
Mu Wantang felt him painting her toenails.
Girls her age loved beautifying themselves. Though he didn’t fully understand it, he was willing to pamper her.
Her feet were fair and tender, and the red polish made her skin appear even more delicate.
Half an hour later, Bo Shiyue put away the nail lamp.
The entire set was custom-made by him, fearing that store-bought products might harm the girl’s skin.
After tidying up, he carefully washed his hands at the sink.
Mu Wantang remained lying there, playing on her phone without moving.
Bo Shiyue walked over slowly, bent down, and kissed the top of her foot, startling the girl into sitting upright.
Her round, bright eyes stared in stunned surprise into Bo Shiyue’s cool, profound gaze.
For a long moment, she was speechless.
Her phone screen turned gray—she had lost the game.
She blinked her innocent eyes, her phone dropping to the side. Reaching out, she gently tugged at Bo Shiyue and bashfully uttered a single word.
“Dirty.”
Unexpectedly, Bo Shiyue held her little foot and kissed it again.
Chuckling softly, he said, “How could it be? Tangtang smells so fragrant all over, even her feet are sweet.”