MLMD -Chapter 45 Complete It!

As Yue Yang walked through the courtyard gate, a clear, melodious voice rang out:

“Young master, you’re back!”

With the words, Yulong’s face—beautifully capable of showing both annoyance and delight—appeared before him.

Seeing Yue Yang return, Yulong trotted down the steps in small, quick steps and affectionately hooked his arm around his. “Young master, you’re finally back! Today, your sister cooked several dishes you like, all waiting for you to come and eat!” With that, Yulong tugged on Yue Yang’s arm and led him toward the house at the center of the courtyard.

Upon entering, Yue Yang saw the table in the center of the room laid out with five or six exquisite dishes, each enough to whet anyone’s appetite. Yuling, dressed in a simple, elegant dress, was arranging the bowls and chopsticks.

Yue Yang couldn’t help but praise her: “Ling’er, you’re truly virtuous and capable. Ever since you came, I, the young master, have certainly gained weight!”

Hearing the compliment, even gentle and kind Yuling couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. She straightened up, brushed her hair from her temples, and turned to smile at Yue Yang—a smile that radiated a delicate, feminine grace. At that moment, Yue Yang felt as if the whole world brightened, and he froze in awe.

Seeing Yue Yang dazedly staring at her, Yuling’s delicate face gradually flushed a charming shade of red. Even the pale, smooth skin of her ears turned pink. Her hands intertwined nervously, unsure of where to place them.

Noticing that Yue Yang was only staring at his sister, Yulong pouted. She waved her small hand in front of him and playfully scolded, “Hey… back to reality!”

“Ah… ahem… right… we should eat!” Yue Yang cleared his throat, his face flushing red. Seeing the slight jealousy on Yulong’s face, he chuckled and gently pinched her soft cheek in mock anger. “Just looking, and you’re already acting like this?”

Pouting, Yulong said, “Why so fierce? If you can look, can’t I speak up too?”

Seeing her playful, adorable expression, Yue Yang felt a warmth in his heart. He reached out, hugged Yulong’s slim waist, and lightly kissed her cheek. The delicate softness and the faint scent of jasmine wafted to him.

Yulong froze at the touch, her body stiffened, then relaxed. With a soft whimper, she collapsed into Yue Yang’s embrace, her eyes closed, like all her strength had been drained.

Holding the fragrant, supple Yulong in his arms, Yue Yang’s heart burned even more, recalling the words of the old matriarch from earlier. Seeing Yuling’s radiant face before him, he could not resist leaning in and capturing her crimson lips in a kiss.

Meanwhile, Yuling, witnessing Yue Yang’s audacity with her sister right before her eyes, froze completely. Her heart pounded like a startled deer, and she momentarily forgot to speak. Only after a while did Yue Yang’s voice reach her ears:

“Ling’er, quickly go close both the courtyard gate and this room’s door!”

“What? Oh…” Yuling, still in a daze, seemed to come to her senses. Sleepwalking-like, she ran out, quickly closed the courtyard gate, then returned to firmly shut the room door. When she returned inside, she saw that Yue Yang had placed Yulong on the large bed.

Seeing Yuling enter, Yue Yang stood, strode over, and picked her up, placing her beside Yulong. Already deeply attached to Yue Yang, Yuling, like her sister, had been intoxicated by his bold actions and the powerful, enticing scent of his body, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Looking at the identical, blossoming sisters before him, Yue Yang whispered, “Ling’er, Long’er, today the young master will have you both, do you agree?”

Blushing and unable to meet his eyes, Yuling barely managed a soft “Mm” before closing her eyes again.

Facing these two bashful sisters—Yuling’s calm elegance and Yulong’s playful liveliness now subdued—Yue Yang could hardly distinguish who was the elder and who was the younger. Hugging their tiny waists, he felt the same intoxicating softness from each. In the end, he could no longer resist and pounced forward.

Some time later, the red candles on the table sputtered their last light, and darkness and silence engulfed the room, broken only by occasional low murmurs…

As dawn approached, Yue Yang slowly opened his eyes. Before him were a tangle of soft hair and the warm, supple bodies of the sisters, each clinging to his arms as they slept sweetly. Their rosy cheeks bore smiles of contentment.

Recalling the sweet and absurd events of the previous night, Yue Yang felt a surge of tenderness and warmth. Looking at the sisters in his embrace, breathing in the alternating strong and subtle jasmine scents, he understood deeply: from last night onward, their fates were tightly intertwined with his. He was their world—their joy and sorrow now reflected his own. They were so pure and kind, and his duty was to ensure their lives were forever happy, shielded from the chaos to come.

Perhaps startled by his movements, Yuling gradually opened her eyes. Seeing Yue Yang’s gentle gaze, shy Yuling immediately blushed and hid her face against his bare chest.

Seeing this, Yue Yang laughed: “It’s fine, Ling’er. Things have come this far—you’re already mine. No need to be shy. And Long’er, now that you’re awake, stop pretending to sleep and let go of my hand. You’ve been pressing on it all night, it’s numb!”

“Hmph… I won’t let go! You were so naughty last night…” Shyly, Yulong trailed off, burying her head deeper in her lover’s embrace.

“All right, it’s morning. Time to get up.” Yue Yang patted Yulong’s fragrant shoulder, signaling her to rise.

Yulong shook her head in protest, pouting and whining, “No! Young master, stay with us a little longer!”

Yuling, meanwhile, remained silent but clutched Yue Yang’s arm even tighter.

Newly-turned women were always clingy; the sisters seemed unwilling to leave their lover’s side.

Faced with these two beautiful, affectionate sisters, Yue Yang felt a desire deep in his heart to abandon all official duties. He thought wryly: “No wonder they say a tender home is a hero’s grave. Just facing such gentle, charming girls—what man could resist?”

Although reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed, Yue Yang knew he had tasks awaiting him beyond the city and couldn’t linger too long in their affectionate embrace. He reached out and playfully slapped Yulong’s rounded, tender hip, the sharp sound echoing, and scolded, “All right, stop fooling around! Long’er, put on your clothes and get the two wooden boxes from the bedside cabinet!”

“Hmph… naughty young master!”

Yulong bit his chest gently with her teeth, then reluctantly sat up, gathering the scattered clothing from the bed to dress slowly.

After a while, dressed, Yulong got off the bed and went to the wardrobe. Suddenly, she frowned, stumbled slightly, and nearly lost her balance. Luckily, she grabbed the wardrobe in time, letting out a startled cry.

“Ah…”

Seeing this, Yue Yang quickly asked in concern, “Long’er, what happened?”

Biting her lip, Yulong didn’t answer. She opened the wardrobe, retrieved two brocade boxes, and sat down at the bedside.

Yue Yang was about to ask again, but Yuling lightly twisted his waist, scolding, “Isn’t this all because of what you did last night? How can you even ask?”

Yue Yang immediately realized, chuckled awkwardly, and changed the subject. He opened one brocade box and smiled: “Ling’er, Long’er, look—what’s this?”

The sisters opened their eyes and immediately saw a string of pearls resting quietly inside. Ordinary at first glance, but each pearl was large, lustrous, and perfectly uniform, instantly conveying value.

Women were irresistibly drawn to beautiful adornments. Yulong first exclaimed: “Ah, so pretty! Young master, this pearl necklace is gorgeous!”

Yue Yang smiled: “This isn’t just any pearl necklace. These are top-quality southern pearls infused with sandalwood fragrance. Smell it—isn’t there a faint sandalwood aroma?”

Yuling, still in Yue Yang’s arms, inhaled deeply, her face showing surprise: “Ah, it smells wonderful. Does it also have a calming effect?”

Yue Yang said proudly: “Of course! I spent a fortune to buy these pearls!”

Recently, Yue Yang had purchased large amounts of salt from the modern world, monopolizing Yingzhou’s market and selling to surrounding counties, gaining substantial wealth. He also bought several treasures and antiques from Taiyuan’s jewelry shops, intending to sell them in the modern era. This necklace was something he liked and planned to gift—today was its perfect opportunity.