Volume 2-A Lonesome Fragrance Waiting to be Appreciated

Gu Fang Bu Zi Shang Vol02 Ch28

To describe the kind of woman Bai Pingting is was something that even Chu Beijie couldn't do.

He sat up in bed, his eyes full of unrest as he turned to the figure lying beside him.

The morning sun managed only a trace of light to pierce the heavy clouds and fall softly on her spread-out black hair. He saw a hint of smile on her unsuspecting sleeping face.

A good dream?

Chu Beijie couldn't help it. He drew closer to her.

He knew he hadn't been nice to her.

For eight months, she has been imprisoned in the west chamber. Every night he violated her, gaining a lingering ecstasy each time, but he had yet to be nice to her once.

Why does she still have sweet dreams? Chu Beijie didn't understand.

He neared her, wanting to see the smile in her lips in more detail. The breath ejected from her nose sent strands of her soft hair fluttering.

Her thick eyelashes began to flutter.  Chu Beijie pulled away and slipped out of the bed.

Pingting opened her eyes, seeing Chu Beijie's turned back. She sat up, whispering, "Up already, Duke?"

His back. It was always and only the back view.

Last night's affection was a passing cloud. When she woke, not even a trace was left.

The Chu Beijie she saw today was the same as that day he left without a word, his straight posture and unchanging heart of stone.

Eight months have passed. Now is the season of snow. Spring was still in a distant place.

"Miss, you're up?" Her personal maid, Hongqian, stepped into the room holding a brass basin full of hot water. She placed it down on the table and rubbed her hands while saying, "It's really cold today, and snow already started falling before dawn. It isn't heavy, but it's still dreadfully cold. You should wash soon, while the water's still hot."

She walked forward, helping Pingting off the bed. Catching a glimpse of Pingting's frown, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Pingting sat back on the bed. She closed her eyes to compose herself before opening them again. Shaking her head Pingting replied, "It's nothing. I simply rose too quickly hence a hamstring was pulled."

The water was warm. The mist whirled and lightly danced, enveloping the smoothly polished copper basin. Pingting slowly immersed her fingers into the water, appreciating the different temperatures.

Hongqiang stared at the ten fingers, sighing softly. "What beautiful hands."

"Beautiful?" Pingting questioned.

"Beautiful."

Pingting pulled her hands out of the water and Hongqian wrapped them in a white cotton towel, gently patting dry.

Tender fingertips, beautifully shaped nails and thin, scallion-like fingers.

Pingting laughed. "What's the point about beauty? These two hands can no longer play the qin."

"Why?" Hongqian asked curiously.

Pingting didn't appear to be in the mood for talking. She turned away, idly looking at the bitterness of winter outside her window.

Hongqian had already been serving Pingting for over a month and knew her temper. Knowing that she'd been speaking out of place, she didn't ask any further. She good-naturedly packed up the things, picking up the basin and preparing to exit the west chamber.