Chapter Ten of Luo Bing's Erotic Biography: The Bedside Page's Self-Respect

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the small inn was already bustling with noise—people checking out and setting off, drinking tea and having meals, crowding the tiny shop; some who had arrived late and couldn't find seats were arguing heatedly with the waiter, their faces red with embarrassment. Strangely enough, no one dared to touch the table in the far corner.

At that moment, Wen Tailai sat there like an iron tower, his hair and beard disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, his face frighteningly pale. The steamed buns and sesame cakes on the table had long since gone cold, but he seemed oblivious, still staring motionlessly at the table.

From the moment the first door panel was removed from the inn that morning, the waiter had noticed him standing listlessly outside the door. Then, from the moment he ordered breakfast, he hadn't been seen moving an inch, as if time had frozen around him.

However, no one knew that Wen Tailai's emotions were surging like the waves of the sea, and he was using unwavering willpower to suppress the urge to rush into the bedroom. Indeed! He lacked the courage to witness his beloved wife and sworn brother sleeping naked together, but he yearned even more to know—could he finally shed the burdens of emotion and duty?

Time passed slowly, and the small shop returned to its quiet state, save for the rhythmic clicks of the old shopkeeper's abacus. Suddenly, Wen Tailai realized he couldn't let the other brothers see them like this. Their affair wasn't yet public; they needed to discuss and plan it carefully. So, he immediately strode towards his quarters.

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Luo Bing didn't know how she returned to the inn. The sudden departure of "Golden Flute Scholar" had both surprised and saddened her, causing her to weep bitterly until she felt a chill run through her body before staggering back to her room.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt a wave of dizziness. She knew she must have caught a cold, and she also understood that this kind of "yin-type typhoid fever" caused by the invasion of cold air after intense intercourse was no small matter. So she immediately boiled water to bathe, scrubbing her whole body until it was red and sweaty. After drinking a strong bowl of ginger tea, dawn was breaking, and she was exhausted, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.

Only then did she remember that Wen Tailai had not returned home all night. What was the reason for this? She was determined to find out—why did her husband have to do this? Was it merely to repay a debt of gratitude?

So Luo Bing forced herself to sit at the table and wait, her mind racing. However, the events of the night had exhausted her so much that she soon fell asleep on the table without realizing it.

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Meanwhile, as they approached their lodgings, Wen Tailai was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heart pounding, and his palms were drenched in sweat.

After taking a few deep breaths outside the door to suppress his turbulent emotions, he raised his slightly trembling arm and gently pushed the door open. His tiger-like eyes quickly glanced at the bed, and the messy pillows and the stained sheets with a hint of blood caused "Thunder Hand" a pang of pain in his heart. He cried out inwardly,

"Heavens! It's even bleeding! Fourteenth Brother, you've gone too far!... Sigh! Bingmei! I really didn't expect you to be so thirsty?!... It's all my fault! It's all my fault for being useless!..."

Almost at the same time, he saw Luo Bing sleeping face down. He quickly stepped forward, gently brushed aside the hair covering her face, and whispered, "Bingmei! Bingmei!..."

He saw that Luo Bing's originally smooth and fair face was now burning red. Wen Tailai felt sorry for her and quickly carried her to the bed, hurriedly wiping her face with a wet towel, and complained with heartache:

“Alas! Bingmei, you don’t cherish yourself enough! You’ll have plenty of time and opportunities in the future, why do you have to seek this momentary pleasure? Indulging like this?…”

At this moment, Luo Bing, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly grabbed his arm and murmured, “Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t leave me…” At the same time, she pulled his arm tightly against her full breasts.

Wen Tailai’s heart ached again, and he thought to himself: 'Fourteenth Brother must have brought Bingmei great satisfaction and happiness, and Bingmei is already reluctant to let him go! How could they do this to me? …Ah…No! No! Wen Tailai! Wen Tailai! You are a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Fourteenth Brother saved your life so much. If he and Bingmei are truly in love, you should bless them! How can you be like that narrow-minded scoundrel? …’

Just as he was struggling with his inner turmoil and his thoughts were in turmoil, Xin Yan’s call came from outside the door. The atmosphere at lunch was unusually somber. Everyone seemed lost in thought, as if they had done something wrong and were afraid of being exposed. They were a little tense and unnatural. Only Xu Tianhong and Xin Yan were truly at ease. However

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Xu Tianhong was still regretting his failure to impress his wife last night. He was especially careful because Zhou Qi always had a sullen face. He racked his brains to please her, which made the usually shrewd "Master Zhuge" completely ignore the other strange things. As for Xin Yan, ever since he learned that Luo Bing was sick, his heart had been focused on his beautiful sworn sister, and he had no time for anything else!

Finally, Chen Jialuo spoke, "Xinyan! Tell the shopkeeper to make some thick soup and send it to Fourth Sister-in-law. Also, prepare some medicine later. Although the doctor said it's just a cold, it's very serious, so we can't be careless! I'm entrusting the care of Fourth Sister-in-law to you!"

"By the way, brothers! Where is Fourteenth Brother?"

Wen Tailai's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Just then, Zhang Tuozi's eyes darted around, and he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, handing it to Chen Jialuo. He said, "Chief! This was thrown into our room by that little thief last night. It might be related to Fourteenth Brother!"

Chen Jialuo took it and opened it. He saw the words, "Deep affection knows no bounds of beauty or ugliness. I'll follow you through mountains and rivers," written in delicate handwriting, likely by a woman. A fleeting image of springtime in the rain flashed through his mind, and a slight pang of jealousy rose in his heart. He said, "So it's a secret affair! We've all been wasting our time!

" Zhang Jin chimed in, "Fourteenth Brother was acting suspiciously last night. I knew it was probably related to women. Now look what's happened! He might have already run off with someone!"

Wen Tailai shouted, "Tenth Brother, don't talk nonsense! I know Fourteenth Brother isn't like that!"

Everyone started discussing it amongst themselves, and even Zhou Qi was drawn in. Only Xin Yan quietly left, going off to do what he most wanted to do, openly and happily.

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Luo Bing lay weakly on the bed, her clothes soaked with sweat, sticky and uncomfortable. She was naturally clean and longed for a good bath, but she had no strength left. Besides, she knew she was quite ill, so even though she felt hot all over, she dared not throw off the heavy blankets. She didn't remember when she

woke up, nor was she sure who had carried her to bed. The events of the previous night kept replaying in her mind. The quiet surroundings made her feel more alone than ever before. At this moment, Luo Bing was conflicted—she both longed to see her husband and feared what she would say when they met. So, when she heard footsteps in the distance, she quickly closed her eyes, turned her head towards the bed, and pretended to be asleep.

It was Xin Yan who entered. He gently placed a small food box on the table, tiptoed to the bedside, and stared intently at Luo Bing's pale, haggard face, his anxiety barely concealed. Finally, he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her. Just as his lips were about to touch Luo Bing's face, she suddenly turned her head and opened her bright eyes, startling the young man so much that he sat up abruptly, his face flushed with embarrassment, unable to utter a word. Yet, that gentle touch had already stirred Xin Yan's heart, a heart just beginning to awaken to love, leaving an unforgettable impression.

Luo Bing acted as if nothing had happened, only asking with slight surprise, "Eh! Brother Yan, it's you? Where are Fourth Brother and the others?"

Seeing that Luo Bing didn't seem to blame him, Xin Yan calmed down and replied, "Sister Bing, you're finally awake! We were so worried! The doctor said you only caught a cold, but you've been unconscious for several hours. The Chief and Fourth Master have come to check on you several times. Half an hour ago, because the Fourteenth Master hadn't returned, everyone went out to inquire... Oh, right! Sister! Are you hungry? I made you a bowl of 'Ganbei Chicken Congee,' it's still warm! Or would you like to drink your medicine first?"

To everyone's surprise, Luo Bing didn't answer; instead, two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. Xin Yan was startled and flustered, putting down the bowl of medicine and rushing to the bedside. Grabbing Luo Bing's arm through the blanket, she gently shook it and said in a panic:

"Sister! What's wrong? Don't cry! Don't cry! It's my fault, I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I was too rash just now, but I swear: I just wanted to kiss your face. I'm so heartbroken and sad that you're not feeling well, I..."

Luo Bing, feeling incredibly wronged, saw the boy's tense and flustered appearance and heard his caring words. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, and she weakly stretched out a delicate arm towards him. At that moment, Xin Yan also felt a sudden pang of sadness. He took the opportunity to lie down beside Luo Bing's pillow, embracing her head with one hand, and the two siblings embraced and wept bitterly.

Luo Bing choked back tears, saying, "They don't want me anymore... Yan Di! They ignore me! They don't want me anymore!..."

Xin Yan suddenly raised his head, his eyes blurry with tears, and said, "No! No!... Sister! I want you! I want you! I'll want you for the rest of my life!... You... you... marry me! I'll always listen to you!"

Luo Bing was both moved and excited. She reached out and lovingly wiped away his tears, forcing a smile through her tearful eyes, saying, "Silly boy! What nonsense are you talking about! In a few years, I'll be an old woman, and I can't afford to hold you back! But as long as you have this heart, I'm satisfied! Get up." "I'm really hungry now."

Upon hearing this, Xin Yan immediately jumped out of bed with joy, scooped a bowl of porridge from the food box, and turned to look at Luo Bing. Luo Bing, knowing what he meant, immediately said, "Help me up! I'll eat here."

But when Xin Yan went to help her, he saw that Luo Bing didn't move, her cheeks flushed, and then she said shyly, "Brother Yan! I... I want to take a bath first, I'm all wet and feel very uncomfortable!"

Upon hearing this, Xin Yan's heart began to beat rapidly, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He turned around and went to make arrangements; first, he lit a brazier in the room, then filled the bathtub with hot water, and prepared to help Luo Bing over. Unfortunately, Luo Bing was really quite ill at this time, and as soon as she sat up, she felt dizzy and her limbs were weak and sore. Left with no other choice, Luo Bing finally said, "Yan-di! Forget it! Just wring out a towel and let me dry myself! I really can't get up!"

Luo Bing lay on the bed, taking the towel and reaching under the covers to wipe her body. She quickly became breathless and had to stop to rest. Seeing her struggling, Xin Yan couldn't help but say, "Sister! Let me help you!"

Luo Bing blushed, but the wiping only made her feel worse. She could only reply softly, "Alright! Yan-di, then I'll trouble you...you...you...reach in and help me take off my clothes...it'll be easier that way..." She immediately closed her eyes shyly.

At first, Xin Yan had no impure thoughts, only a heart that couldn't bear to see Luo Bing struggling so much. But now, hearing that he was to undress his beautiful stepsister, his heart, which had just calmed down, began to pound again. His hands trembled slightly as he reached under the covers. When his palm touched Luo Bing's warm, soft, and high breasts, he involuntarily swallowed hard. Inevitably, his palm continued to touch her bare, smooth skin, so by the time Xin Yan pulled his soaked clothes out of the covers, his mouth was dry, and his erection was bulging high in his crotch.

Next, he used his left hand to slightly pull the blanket up, while his right hand, wrapped with a half-dry towel, began wiping down from her neck. Luo Bing's infinitely alluring body, from her full, firm breasts to her hot, moist vulva, every inch of her flesh constantly challenged the boy's endurance; especially when his palm slid over her mons pubis, he could almost hear the rustling of a lush meadow, and Xin Yan nervously closed his eyes. However, an even greater temptation came from the peach blossom paradise. When his palm covered that shameful little space, his sensitive fingers deeply felt the thick, soft labia, while his knuckles, which accidentally slipped into the cleft, seemed to be surrounded and sucked by even warmer, soft flesh, sticky and wet.

The young boy's breathing became heavy without him realizing it, his arms trembled slightly, and his palms involuntarily tightened. At this moment, Luo Bing's whole body began to tremble slightly. She couldn't help but open her starry eyes slightly, only to see Xin Yan's face flushed red, his nostrils flaring rapidly, and his teeth biting his lower lip until it bled slightly. She sighed inwardly, "Brother Yan! If you're very upset, I..."

Xin Yan opened his eyes at her voice and said seriously, "Sister! What do you take me for? Am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others in their vulnerable state?"

He then began to wipe his body with a serious expression. However, when he turned Luo Bing's delicate body over, the glimpses of her full, snowy buttocks still made him tremble uncontrollably. Therefore, when he finished, he was drenched in sweat and sat exhausted on the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

Luo Bing looked silently at her sworn brother, feeling both moved and proud. What a rare young man! At the height of her youthful vigor, she surprisingly resisted the temptation of lust. Compared to Zhang Jin's usual impatient and ugly behavior, Luo Bing couldn't help but say softly, "Yan-di! You've worked so hard! Once I'm feeling a bit better, I..."

Xin Yan gently pressed his hand against Luo Bing's cherry lips, stopping her from continuing. His clear eyes were fixed on hers as he smiled and said, "Sister! We can talk about other things later. I just want you to get better quickly. You're hungry! I'll go get some porridge and feed you!" The

roaring fire warmed the small room like spring. Luo Bing ate the food her sworn brother fed her, feeling her strength gradually returning, and a sweet happiness welling up inside her. After swallowing the last spoonful of chicken porridge, she couldn't help but stretch with satisfaction, causing her snow-white, full breasts to bounce off the slipping blankets. Xin Yan, who was about to get up, stared wide-eyed at the two red plums, unwilling to look away.

Luo Bing feigned covering her breasts with her hands, turning her body slightly to the side and coquettishly scolding, "You little rascal! Your eyes are so daring! Don't look!"

Xin Yan quickly turned his head away, stammering, "Sister! I...I...no!...You..."

Luo Bing chuckled, gently placing one of Xin Yan's hands on his bare breast, and said tenderly, "Little brother! I was just joking with you. You're so good to me, why would I care about these things? Besides, I already gave myself to you in the woods that day, and today...today you've touched me all over again, I..."

Xin Yan interrupted, "Sister! I understand, I can endure it! You should put your clothes on quickly! It's getting dark, the Chief and Fourth Master should be back soon, it wouldn't be good if they saw us like this!" He withdrew his hand.

Luo Bing, slightly surprised, praised, "Little brother! You've grown up! I'm so happy you're so sensible!"

After everything was settled, the siblings sat at opposite ends of the bed and began chatting. Xin Yan briefly described what had happened to Luo Bing, and even confessed that when Luo Bing was feverish and unconscious, the medicine he was given had soaked her clothes, so while wiping her down, he couldn't help but lightly touch her breasts a few times, which drew a scathing rebuke from Luo Bing.

Just as the siblings were laughing and joking, they heard hurried footsteps outside; the Red Flower Society members had returned.

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