Luke did not rest. He stayed alone in the study on the second floor.
On the desk, the never-extinguishing LED desk lamp glowed softly. Under its gentle light, he opened a thick blank notebook, picked up a black gel pen brought from Blue Star, and began writing and sketching.
He used square Chinese characters — the script of the Dragon Nation. In this world, it was the perfect code that no one except himself could understand. He had no need to worry about anyone peeking.
In the notebook, he recorded everything in clear categories:
Resources & Assets: Gold (approximately 200,000 gold dragons in total inventory, 20,000 kept at the estate), Gemstones (various lists and preliminary valuations), Blue Star funds (nearly ten million RMB received/pending), Real Estate (two shops in King's Landing, the estate), Personnel (Bronn and the guard team, Arthur's family, the Annie sisters, servants, etc.).
Product Lines & Supply Chain: Sugar, salt, perfu, flower water, essential balm, tea, wine, glassware, ceramics, paper and stationery, jewelry and handicrafts… with notes on cost, Westeros selling price, potential risks (such as glass craftsmanship attracting jealousy), and brand building progress (Dragon Emblem Jade Ring LOGO).
Relationships & Forces: Petyr Baelish (cooperation and vigilance), Tyrion Lannister (initial contact, huge potential), Bronn (core combat power/partner?), Arthur (internal affairs managent), Annie sisters (personal attendants/to be nurtured?), and other rchant networks.
System & Self: Attribute point allocation strategy (Constitution first, Strength second), ability developnt directions (Language Mastery, Space expansion), speculation on future ways to gain attribute points (contacting key figures, reputation events).
Short-term Goals:
Complete safe conversion of Blue Star gemstone funds and tax handling.Preparation for the opening of the Silk Street tavern (signature drinks? Limited supply of "Dragon Fla" wine?).Deepen contact with Tyrion and extract as many Westerlands gold dragons as possible.Continue improving personal strength (martial training, attribute point accumulation).Acquire the "Lifelong Equality Device"!Obtain a noble title and territory.
…
He wrote with full concentration, sotis frowning in thought, sotis writing rapidly.
The blueprint for the future gradually beca clearer at the tip of his pen, but it was also accompanied by countless uncertainties and potential risks.
How to move freely between the two worlds, balance risks and rewards, and build real power and a foundation that belonged solely to him — one that no one could control — was the ultimate issue he needed to constantly think about and plan for.
At that mont, a pair of soft, warm little hands, trembling slightly, gently rested on his shoulders.
The fingertips carried cautious exploration, then began massaging his slightly stiff shoulder and neck muscles with inexpert but gentle strength.
Without needing to turn around, Luke knew who it was.
Only Annie, this thoughtful yet slightly adorably clumsy girl, would quietly co upstairs in the middle of the night and silently do these things for him.
Although he had explicitly forbidden it, she always seed to find excuses or gather the courage to do so.
A faint scent drifted to his nose — the clean fragrance of soapberry mixed with a trace of a young girl's body scent.
The comfortable sensation on his shoulders and the breathing behind him, filled with dependence and nervousness, caused sothing inside Luke — who had been imrsed in cold calculations — to soften slightly.
He did not stop her or speak. He simply continued writing, allowing those clumsy but earnest hands to relieve his fatigue.
The only sounds left in the room were the rustling of the pen across paper and the light breathing of the two people.
After a long ti, Luke felt a powerful wave of thirst surge over him, as if he had been trekking through a desert for days.
He stopped writing and subconsciously licked his dry, cracked lips.
The thirst ca so suddenly and fiercely that it made him irritable. He wanted to drink water, but ordinary water seed unable to quench it.
He stood up abruptly and turned around.
Annie was startled by his sudden movent. Her small hands remained frozen in the massage position, hovering in mid-air.
She lifted her face. Her eyes, shining like the purest sapphires under the lamplight, reflected Luke's figure. There was a trace of panic, but far more obvious was the wet, undisguised adoration and… a kind of sacrificial obedience.
Luke looked down at her.
Under the soft light, the girl's features looked exceptionally delicate. Her skin was fine and fair, tinged with a faint blush from nervousness. Her long eyelashes trembled like startled butterfly wings.
She was wearing only a thin silk nightgown that Luke had brought from Blue Star. The soft fabric outlined her well-developed, graceful figure.
She gave off a youthful, vibrant aura — like flower petals covered in morning dew, or… a clear, sweet spring.
The inexplicable thirst grew even stronger, almost burning his throat and his reason.
He felt that the girl before him was truly made of water, capable of soothing the double thirst of his soul and body.
His throat rolled involuntarily.
The next second, under Annie's shocked yet seemingly expectant gaze, Luke lowered his head and, with an almost domineering impulse, captured her slightly parted, soft and fragrant lips.
"Mmm…!"
Annie let out a short, muffled cry. Her body instantly stiffened.
But it was only for a brief mont. She then closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently. Inexperienced but extrely obedient, she responded. At so point, her arms had wrapped around Luke's neck.
The kiss was green, clumsy, yet burning with heat that broke through all barriers and rules.
A long while later, Luke finally pulled back slightly. Both of them were breathing heavily.
Annie's cheeks were as red as ripe apples. Her eyes were misty, and she could barely stand, supported only by Luke's arm.
Luke looked at her with deep eyes, complex emotions surging within them.
Desire, tenderness, possessiveness, and perhaps a trace of longing — one he himself had not yet noticed — for a bit of real warmth in this cold, alien world.
He said nothing. He simply bent down, slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back, and effortlessly lifted her in a princess carry.
Annie let out a soft cry and instinctively tightened her arms around his neck, burying her burning face in the crook of his neck.
Luke carried her, turned, and strode toward the door connecting the study to the master bedroom.
Annie's heart pounded like a drum, almost bursting out of her chest.
But when she was gently placed on that incredibly soft "magic mattress" — the one she had secretly envied, carrying Luke's scent — a dizzying mix of shyness, fear, and imnse happiness overwheld her.
She had finally… slept on this bed.
No longer the cold, hard wooden board in the servant's room, but the master's exclusive bed, soft as clouds.
Moonlight slipped in through the gap in the not-fully-drawn curtains, outlining the gradually intertwining figures on the bed.
That night, clumsy exploration and awkward acceptance intertwined. Suppressed desire collided with pure devotion.
Amid sweat and gasps, the boy completed a certain transformation into a man, while the girl gave her entire heart, body, and future without reservation to the master who had pulled her from the mud, given her new life, and endless dreams.
Outside, King's Landing slept in the night, occasionally sending faint, distant sounds.
In the master bedroom on the second floor of "Luke Estate," a silent yet earth-shaking change was happening — one that belonged only to the two of them.
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