stonecrandall Chapter 963 Lu Su’s special dance!
Chapter 963 Lu Su’s special dance!
"Ah..." Lu Su let out a short, soft cry, almost unable to lift her head in shame. But deep down, a secret joy and throbbing welled up in her heart because of Gao Yao's sudden, possessive request. This represented her husband's love and desire for her, especially after he had untied the knot in his heart, making this favor even more precious.
She suppressed her shyness, bowed slightly, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, but very clear: "Yes...I obey your command."
She immediately summoned the maid waiting outside the palace and whispered to her to follow Gao Yao's instructions and make proper arrangements for Yunna's whereabouts. She also informed her that the king would rest here tonight and no one was allowed to disturb him. The maid obeyed the order, respectfully withdrew, and carefully closed the palace door again.
Once again, they were alone in the bedroom. The flickering candlelight stretched their shadows, casting them across the wall, interweaving them.
Lu Su took a deep breath, as if making up her mind. She raised her eyes, her eyes flickering, and glanced at Gao Yao shyly, then turned and walked lightly towards the adjacent bedroom. Gao Yao sat leisurely, refilling himself a cup of already warm tea, his eyes following her back with anticipation.
Soon, a slight noise came from the direction of the bedroom. Then, a figure walked out gracefully.
By this time, Lu Su had already donned her "dance costume," specially prepared for dancing. It wasn't so much a dance costume as it was several layers of meticulously designed, nearly transparent tulle. The outermost layer was a hazy crimson, faintly revealing her radiant skin and graceful curves beneath. The light veil, far from concealing anything, instead created a sense of shimmering allure in the candlelight, a sense of elation, a veiled veil of utter incomprehensible allure. Her long hair flowed down like a black waterfall, framing her blushing face even more beautifully.
She didn't say anything, but walked to a relatively spacious place in the hall and slowly danced to a rhythm that didn't exist but only existed in the hearts of the two of them.
Her dancing style, unlike the majestic and dignified one usually seen at banquets, was filled with tenderness and charm. Every turn, every stretch of her arms, every sway of her waist was deliberately slow and evocative. The gauze sash glided between her fingertips, and with each dance step, the crimson veil slipped quietly, revealing a lighter layer of bright red gauze beneath, outlining the fullness of her bust and the slender waist that could be grasped with one hand.
Her steps quickened, her movements becoming bolder and more inviting. Her eyes were hazy, her red lips parted, her breath fragrant with orchids. With a graceful twirl, another layer of tulle drifted to the ground like a falling petal. Now, she was left with only one final covering, a sheer layer so transparent it was practically invisible, revealing the most captivating curves and beauty of a woman, revealing them to the fullest.
Gao Yao's gaze had already grown deep and intense, and he hadn't noticed when he'd put down the teacup in his hand. The scene before him was breathtakingly beautiful, enough to send any man's blood racing. This wasn't just a physical temptation; it was a supreme psychological satisfaction and a sense of conquest. This intelligent woman, who had always shared his burdens and burdens at court, was now revealing a completely different, utterly enchanting side just for him.
Finally, after a breathtaking pause, the last shred of gauze on Lu Su's body, as if it had lost all support, gently fell to the ground. Her flawless body was completely exposed to the warm air and the blazing gaze. The candlelight danced on her smooth skin, casting a soft golden halo. She stopped dancing and stood there, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes, both shy and bold, looked at Gao Yao, a silent invitation.
Gao Yao could no longer contain himself. He stood up, strode forward, and without hesitation, lifted up the soft, gentle body before him. Lu Su let out a short cry of surprise, then obediently stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and buried her hot cheek in his solid chest.
Holding his beloved in his arms, Gao Yao felt the fatigue and anxiety of the past few days replaced by a heart full of tenderness and desire. He held her in his arms, turned around, and walked resolutely towards the bedroom that was already prepared and exuded a delicate fragrance.
The morning light, like fine golden sand, silently filtered through the carved window lattices into Lü Su's chamber. A faint, almost imperceptible aroma of warmth permeated the room, a blend of soothing incense and a woman's body fragrance, languid and ambiguous. Within the brocade curtains, Gao Yao slowly opened his eyes, consciousness gradually emerging from the deep sea of sleep to the shores of wakefulness. The first thing he felt was the touch of a warm, soft jade in his arms. Lü Su, curled up in his arms like a cuddly little bird, slept soundly.
He moved his numb arm slightly, and this subtle movement woke the person in his arms. Lu Su's long eyelashes trembled a few times, like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and slowly opened. What came into view was Gao Yao's face, so close, and his eyes, as deep as the sea of stars.
The enchanting image of last night's candlelit tent, the waves of crimson quilts, instantly flooded her mind. The blush that had just faded from her cheeks suddenly spread again, even more vibrant than last night, reaching all the way to her ears and neck. She didn't dare meet Gao Yao's gaze, and hurriedly lowered her eyelids. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow like a small fan, adding a touch of pity and fragility to her.
"Your Majesty, you're awake..." Her voice, hoarse and faintly shy, felt like a feather gently scratching her heart. She struggled to get up, and the silky quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing a stretch of jade-white skin, faintly visible on it from last night's lovemaking.
"Your Majesty, I will prepare for you to wash up right away." She endured the slight soreness in her body and was about to get off the bed.
"Yeah." Gao Yao replied in a low voice, his voice carrying the unique charm of morning. He didn't stop her, but simply watched her somewhat flustered yet forced calm movements with a gentle gaze.
Once upon a time, Gao Yao, who had just traveled to this era, still held onto the modern concept of equality deep in his heart. He couldn't bear to see a woman so servile, especially one with whom he had had physical intimacy. He would feel sorry for her, let her sleep a little longer, and even tuck her in personally.
However, the longer he sat at the top of the power pyramid and the longer he was immersed in this strict hierarchy, the more he understood that there were some boundaries and rules that he could not easily break on his own.
In this era, serving their husbands was the duty of wives and concubines, and even an important way for them to demonstrate their self-worth and sense of existence. Excessive "pity and tenderness" would not only fail to make them feel respected, but could also cause them to feel uneasy and panic, wondering if they had failed in their duties and lost their favor.