Chapter 13. Does being wronged make you feel good? ...

Spring has arrived and the weather is getting warmer, but the wind still makes people shiver. The saying "dress warmly in spring and lightly in autumn" means that you should wear more clothes in spring to protect yourself from the wind.

The side room's straight-lattice window was covered with thick paper pulp from the outside, leaving only a very small opening through which the cold wind and sunlight would seep in.

The room was too small, and there was no charcoal fire, so the mattresses could easily catch fire. This little room was like a coffin.

Hua Lang sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the hole in the straight-lattice window, feeling cold and not moving an inch.

Zhan Yunmei was both gentle and frighteningly cold. She had only tried to contact him once before, and he ignored her, so she ignored him as well.

My heart feels heavy, I can't quite describe the feeling, I just feel a little pain.

Confined to a side room is not like being in the main room. In the main room, at least he could move around and open the windows to let in some fresh air. Both rooms were spacious and comfortable. But here, it was different. He could only take three steps at most to walk from the east wall to the west wall.

You can either lie down, sit, or stand.

In this oppressive atmosphere, Hua Lang had the idea of ​​finding Zhan Yunmei and talking to her clearly. But then he thought, if she asked him to explain, he wouldn't listen. If he asked her, would she listen to him?

They really think they're someone important!

Hua Lang felt disliked, so she didn't bother anyone and stayed quietly in her room from morning till night. Her meals were brought in, and she would take a bath at night, lie down and go to sleep. She would repeat the same routine the next day.

As time went on, Hua Lang lost all sense of time and season. He had no idea what the weather was like outside, what time it was, or whether spring had passed.

Fortunately, everyone can adjust themselves. Once the argument was over, the pain faded. Hua Lang knocked on the door, and someone outside spoke.

"Eunuch Hua Lang, do you have any orders?"

"What day is it today?"

The gatekeeper pondered for a moment and said, "It's the second day of the second lunar month."

Hua Lang then fell silent and returned to sit by the couch.

In the afternoon, Yao Shuniang arrived, knocked on the door a few times, and said from outside, "Eunuch Hualang, the general asked me to tell you this afternoon to take your measurements and make your summer clothes as soon as possible."

Upon hearing the word "General," Hua Lang's heart skipped a beat. He had thought she would just imprison him and ignore him, but he hadn't expected her to still be concerned about these trivial matters. It was really difficult for a general like her to worry about a eunuch like him all the time.

The mention of taking measurements inevitably brought back memories of the past, when she had also forced him to take measurements, though it was she who took his. A wave of shame and bitterness washed over him; he swallowed hard and remained silent for a long time.

Yao Shuniang wasn't in a hurry; she was used to his temperament.

After a while, a soft voice came from inside the room, "Put the measuring tape by the door."

Sensing his change of heart, Yao Shuniang smiled slightly and said yes. She unlocked the door, placed the measuring tape behind the door, closed the door, and locked it again.

Next to the side room, there was a small bathroom. Just push open the door and you're there. The bathroom was so small that it couldn't even fit a bath tub. A screen about two arms' length was placed in front of it, and you could carry a bucket in and that was where you took a bath.

Two hours after dinner, the servants brought in hot water. Hua Lang took a bath in the dark bathroom, thinking that he would dry himself off after the bath before taking his measurements.

There's nothing wrong with bathing in the dark. If you can't see your disability, you can deceive yourself into thinking you're no different from anyone else.

Water splashed on the ground with a loud splash. The hot water cleansed my mouth and nose, making my sense of smell more sensitive. There was a cool fragrance under my nose, with a slightly bitter taste of herbs.

This isn't the smell of soap. What is this smell? He hadn't smelled it in a long time, and it took him a moment to realize that it smelled like borneol.

How could I smell the scent of borneol?

Hua Lang had been groping in the dark for a long time and had become accustomed to it. So when he turned his head, he could see the outline of a human figure on the side of the screen.

He was terrified and stumbled several steps before grabbing the screen to avoid falling.

Zhan Yunmei strode over, giving him the last bit of dignity, but stood behind him, her warm, dry palms supporting his arm. "I've been using several other incenses lately, but I'm not used to them. This one you usually use is the best."

No one could see it, but Hua Lang could feel her face turning red and hot.

Nervousness and panic caused Hua Lang's breathing to quicken and her voice to tremble. "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

It had been a long time since she had heard him be so fierce, and Zhan Yunmei suddenly felt quite happy. She squeezed his tense arm and said, "I waited outside for a long time, and you hadn't finished washing. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came to check on you."

"You see now, I'm perfectly fine, get out of here!" His embarrassment mixed with anger, making him appear extremely agitated, and he had completely disregarded caution.

Zhan Yunmei chuckled softly, stepped forward, and hugged Hua Lang from behind, pressing her cheek against his wet cheek. The scent of soap and the warmth of the moisture washed over her face, softening her heart involuntarily.

She lifted her face and kissed his overly thin and prominent cheekbone, feeling his obvious stiffness, and then she smiled.

Hua Lang swallowed repeatedly, his knuckles curling up as he braced himself against the screen. He was grateful that the screen was thick and heavy, otherwise it would never have been able to support his full strength.

He closed his eyes briefly, then tremblingly opened them again. Her kisses continued, deepening with each passing moment. His heart had long since fled, yet he was held captive by her, unable to move, unable to leave.

He could only crane his neck and accept her kiss.

Zhan Yunmei raised her hand and touched his burning hot ear. She pinched it with her fingertips, and his head immediately tilted to the side.

She glanced at him from the darkness; though she couldn't see him clearly, she could imagine his shy expression.

She moved closer, and he lost his footing, staggering half a step. His free hand instinctively grabbed her hand that was wrapped around his waist.

Zhan Yunmei grasped his hand in return, "Let's dry him off with a handkerchief first, otherwise he'll have a fever for several days again if the wind blows."

It's strange, Zhan Yunmei's tone was gentle and soft, just like at the beginning, as if she had endless patience for him.

Hua Lang remained silent with his back turned until Zhan Yunmei left the bathroom. Only then did he slowly recover, feeling a strange dryness in his throat, and he lowered his eyes.

Zhan Yunmei lit the lamp and looked around the side room. Apart from the usual table, chairs, bed, and cotton quilts, there was nothing else. She removed his incense, and his presence in the general's mansion became even less significant.

She took off her wet outer robe, draped it over the back of a chair, and sat down by the couch with her hands tucked in. The place smelled of soap more strongly than other places, which must be Hua Lang's favorite spot.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She was very patient with him today, waiting for the moment when he would be willing to come out on his own.

She seemed to hear the watchman beating a drum outside, probably past midnight. Zhan Yunmei woke up from her nap. She had been busy with military affairs in the Beijing garrison during the day and was a little tired. When she woke up, her eyes were still sleepy and she looked a little tired.

"Go back if you're tired."

Zhan Yunmei pinched her brow and opened her eyes wide. Hua Lang, with a gloomy expression, was right in front of her. She took his hand and rubbed his bony knuckles.

With a gentle smile, she said, "Have you taken your measurements yet? Go get your summer clothes made as soon as possible, and get several sets so you can change them every day."

Hua Lang tried to pull his hand away, but Zhan Yunmei's grip was too strong, and he couldn't get it out. His head was throbbing, but he could only endure it.

If there is light outside but not in the bathhouse, the light would diminish one's confidence and courage. This time, he spoke much more cautiously than before, "No, this servant will measure it herself, so as not to trouble the general."

When you panic, it's "I hate you, get out of here!" When you lose interest, it's "You're my servant, General!" It sounds really outrageous.

Zhan Yunmei pulled him up onto her lap with force. Startled, he was like a rabbit ready to bite. He braced himself with both hands and pressed her down onto the couch.

Having just showered, their bodies were still damp and warm when the sudden attack startled Zhan Yunmei for a moment. Hua Lang herself was also frightened and dared not move.

She readily accepted, smiled gently, reached out and groped around on the couch until she found the measuring tape, and then proceeded to measure him.

"Hua Lang, be good," Zhan Yunmei carefully compared the measuring tape, scratched a mark on it with her fingernail, and then measured other parts.

Most of the time, she was very patient, peaceful and approachable, which made Hua Lang feel flattered.

She was so cold to him a while ago, and now she's acting like this. It's baffling. He's more confused than ashamed. He struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

Zhan Yunmei was also surprised by Hua Lang's obedience. After taking his measurements, she rubbed his face without any pressure or provocation, simply because she wanted to touch him.

Such caresses made Hua Lang increasingly flustered.

He stared at her, annoyed and helpless.

Zhan Yunmei burst out laughing, raised her hand, held Hua Lang's neck, pressed his neck down, and made him lower his head. She slightly raised her chin.

As Hua Lang pondered the situation and tried to decipher Zhan Yunmei's thoughts, his lips and teeth were suddenly pried open, and their tongues intertwined.

Hua Lang's mind went blank for a moment. She frowned and tilted her head back. She pressed down hard, and the more she struggled, the closer she got to her.

He gripped her clothes tightly with his fingertips.

Her kisses were always irresistible, quickly making him hot and trembling, his waist going limp without him realizing it. Before he could recover from his shock, she had already pinned him down on the couch.

A muffled groan escaped from Hua Lang's lips. He suppressed his voice and didn't make much noise, feeling a little dissatisfied that she had kissed him until his lips were swollen and sore.

The nightgown was loose, and Zhan Yunmei easily slipped her hand inside without any resistance, touching Hua Lang's warm and delicate skin.

She released her lips, and he could no longer hold back, panting heavily. In the warmth of her breath, she gently rubbed her forehead against his cheek.

The tenderness and allure remained, yet she posed the most humiliating question that Hua Lang least wanted to hear and found most difficult to face.

"Going out to buy a jade dildo is simply buying a jade dildo. Why are you stammering? Would you feel comfortable making someone else wrongly accuse you?"