With a delicate face no larger than a palm, her features were cold and exquisitely beautiful, her skin like white porcelain, complemented by a pair of shimmering eyes. Su Ci was so beautiful that she seemed to glow and sway with grace. In fact, the scar on her face was fake. Su Ci walked out and went to the master bedroom. She was going to sleep with Fu Nancheng. She had thought that after that night, there would be no more intersection between them, but now she had to pretend to be Su Xue and sleep with him. Thinking of his tall and indifferent figure just now, and his cold warning to her, she could only take a deep breath and enter the room. Fu Nancheng was already lying on the bed. Su Ci carefully climbed into bed and slept on the other side, far away from him. Fu Nancheng was in a bad mood, and he didn't know if it was because of that little maid just now. Her eyes were clean, cold, and bright, clearly very pure, yet she wrote such a blatant love letter to provoke his little nephew. No longer thinking about that little maid, Fu Nancheng opened his eyes and looked at the slender figure lying beside him. She was sleeping close to the edge of the bed, and it seemed she would fall off with just a little movement. "Why sleep so far away? Come here!" he said displeasedly. Su Ci moved a bit and got closer to him. Fu Nancheng smelled that pleasant fragrance, it was this scent. He didn't know what kind of floral fragrance was used to make this scent, but it was very enticing. "Sleep in my arms."

He whispered the command. Sleep in his arms? Su Ci's feathers trembled, and she didn't really want to, but now she was Su Xue. If she didn't fall asleep, he would surely become suspicious. Su Ci moved again, then turned over and stiffly slept in his embrace. Fu Nancheng stretched out his strong arm to encircle her delicate little shoulder, his handsome face buried in her hair as he took a sniff, truly fragrant. This scent intoxicated him. 'Last time you didn't tell me what perfume you used?' 'I didn't use any perfume.' 'Are you saying... this is your natural scent?' The man's deep, smooth voice carried a hint of laughter, spraying beside her tender cheek, Su Ci's face turned red, 'That's not what I meant, young master.' 'Young master?' Fu Nancheng quickly reached out to pinch her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her head, 'Why do you call me young master?'

The little maid was the only one who called him 'young master'. Su Ci's heart skipped a beat; she was so nervous that she forgot to change her address. Now Fu Nancheng looked at her suspiciously, and she hurriedly said, 'I... it's my first time sleeping with you, I'm too nervous~' Fu Nancheng looked at her little face. He knew Su Xue was beautiful, but now that he saw her, she was a bit too beautiful. Her porcelain-like little cheeks, even with the fine down on them, were crystal clear and soft, her red lips, black long hair, and a pair of bright and clear eyes twinkling, her stunning appearance of red lips and white teeth rushed straight into his eyes. Compared to this, Su Xue during the day seemed very vulgar. Fu Nancheng did not yet know the difference between the genuine article and the imitation. He curled his thin lips, his fingers covered with a light callus rubbing the delicate skin of her chin, 'Why are you so timid now? Weren't you very bold when you climbed on me?' '...I was drugged by the old lady...' Su Ci explained weakly and palely. Fu Nancheng looked at her, 'Then what should you call me, say it.'

Thinking of Su Xue's coquettish calls of 'husband', Su Ci felt utterly uncomfortable. She wanted to escape, but the man's grip on her chin was strong and domineering, leaving her no chance to flee. 'Husband~' she called out quickly, then hid her little face in his embrace. She didn't know what expression he would have if one day he found out that the girl in his arms was the young maid, and he had let the young maid call him 'husband'. Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow. He didn't want to tease her, but she was really too easy to tease at night. The girl's shyness was like a fawn, bumping straight into his arms. This call of 'husband' was soft and sweet, and his protruding sexy Adam's apple moved up and down.