Chapter 1072: Zhuang Ya (2)

When the spiritual technique arrived, Zhao Chi broke free.

Gu Qing had already helped Tang Ruan and Qi Yue stick the cloak and mask together.

Seeing Zhao Chi come out, she asked, "My lord, we've already finished. Should we help Zhuang Ya now? She can keep lying still; we'll just help her put everything on."

Zhao Chi shook his head. "You all wait for us a moment. Zhuang Ya, come inside with me."

Inside?

All the women turned their heads.

Staring at Zhao Chi.

Zhao Chi, meanwhile, was looking at Zhuang Ya.

Zhuang Ya's eyes went wide; she couldn't believe her own ears.

She didn't dare answer either, afraid she'd misunderstood again.

Zhao Chi went over and gently pulled her up. "Come inside with me. Starting today, you're my woman."

Zhuang Ya stared at Zhao Chi in shock. Only now did she dare finally confirm that Zhao Chi meant exactly that.

Tang Ruan and Qi Yue exchanged a glance; the two of them gave a slight nod.

Gu Qing laughed and said, "Understood. Then I'll go make up the bed and change the sheets for you."

Zhuang Ya asked in astonishment, "Zhao Chi, you… you're not joking, are you?"

Zhao Chi said, "What kind of thing would I joke about? You're so perfect—is it not perfectly normal that I'd have designs on you?"

Zhuang Ya gave a little smile. "That… of course, but… Gu Qing, I don't really know how."

Gu Qing laughed and said, "It's best that you don't know anything. My lord loves a natural reaction the most. You don't need to know anything at all—just listen to him."

Zhuang Ya stammered, "So… so that's how it is? Alright! Then today I'll let this older sister serve you."

Zhao Chi laughed and said, "Still calling yourself older sister? Well then, older sister, but today I'm the one serving you. If you're willing, come with me."

"Of course I'm willing…"

She stared fixedly at Zhao Chi, her gaze never leaving him, letting him lead her along.

They went into the room.

Gu Qing had already made the bed, then gave Zhuang Ya a smile. "Don't be nervous. You'll grow to love this feeling."

Then she went out and closed the door.

Leaving behind Zhuang Ya, so nervous she could barely breathe.

Zhao Chi hadn't expected her to be this nervous.

Clearly her tone had been very confident, but from the look of it, that wasn't really the case.

Still, Zhao Chi knew she was truly nervous—not unwilling.

After all, he had just heard her innermost thoughts directly; that was the most real Zhuang Ya.

Zhao Chi said softly, "Sister Zhuang Ya, no need to be this nervous. Sit on the bed first."

Zhuang Ya bit her lip and said, "You don't have to call me that. I still… don't deserve it. Just call me by my name."

Zhao Chi drew closer, fixing his gaze on Zhuang Ya's lovely face. "You just now called yourself older sister, and now you don't dare own up to it?"