Chapter 33 If Zhan Yunmei wants to, there's nothing she can't do...

The two faced each other, without any gap between them.

Hua Lang lowered his eyes and gave a brief explanation of the small piece of paper. After he finished speaking, he did not hear a response from Zhan Yunmei.

He was pressed against her, completely naked; her nightgown was cool and slippery, warmed by his touch.

He suddenly felt a bit defeated.

But now that things have come to this, and he'd finally managed to trick her into coming back, he had to...do something, right? He urged himself on.

“I’ve finished speaking, General,” Hua Lang said, his eyes fixed on her side, not daring to look directly at her, only leaning forward.

He stretched out his arms and hooked them around her neck.

Zhan Yunmei watched as he slowly rested his head on her shoulder. "From now on, you should say it like this, okay?"

As the intoxication slowly enveloped her, Hua Lang felt dizzy, as if the whole world had been left behind, leaving only the sensation of Zhan Yunmei's embrace around her waist.

He was still a little dazed, but he remembered her saying that he had to kiss her, so he straightened up his light body and brought his head close to her chin.

Just before Hua Lang leaned in, Zhan Yunmei turned her face away and whispered, "Hua Lang."

It conveys a sense of solemnity.

"Ah..." she replied softly, pulling her arms closer to Zhan Yunmei, her cheek pressed against hers. It was as if she were offering herself to her willingly.

He was really drunk.

Zhan Yunmei thought.

She patted his back, and he trembled in her arms, letting out a complaining, even aggrieved, voice, "I really hate you..."

The sound was so soft that Zhan Yunmei almost thought she had misheard.

She released her grip and turned Hua Lang's face to look at him, only to find that his eyes were already closed and his thick, fine eyelashes were trembling.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Zhan Yunmei adjusted her sitting position to make Hua Lang more comfortable in her arms, and also to avoid the wound on his side.

“I heard you,” Hua Lang finally found an opportunity to lean in and kiss Zhan Yunmei on the lips.

With just a few light touches, she tasted a stronger flavor of alcohol than she could in her mouth. She must have drunk quite a bit.

However, alcohol emboldens people, and if he drinks a little more, he can spill out all his little thoughts, which is exactly what she wants.

“Then answer me,” Zhan Yunmei said, lifting her head slightly. Hua Lang, unable to sit still, swayed slightly and instinctively hugged her tightly.

What did she just say...?

He wasn't really listening; he was too busy listening to her soft, warm voice to catch the content, though he vaguely remembered some words like "good" or "bad."

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Judging from his expression, Zhan Yunmei knew that he hadn't listened at all, but she wondered what he was thinking. He was probably angry with her again.

“It’s so cold,” Hua Lang suddenly said.

"Is it cold even when burning charcoal?"

“Cold,” Hua Lang blinked, reached to the side, and groped for the items that had been prepared beforehand.

"Don't take it."

He paused, looking at her with a slightly surprised expression, silently accusing her.

"Bring it here."

My mind was already foggy, and my words were disorganized. I was also frightened by her request. After a brief moment of thought in my chaotic brain, I realized that my mind was not clear enough.

Hua Lang bent down, opened her lips, bit one end of it, then pried open Zhan Yunmei's hand and placed it in her palm.

"Why is our Hualang so well-behaved?" A smile spread across Zhan Yunmei's entire face, gentle yet dangerous.

He thought she was going to use it.

Surprisingly, she put it aside and tugged at him.

He pulled the person into his arms and asked, "How cold are you?"

"It's so cold," Hua Lang's world spun around, finally settling into the cool incense in her arms. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her.

I feel a little upset.

She thought he was unconscious, but that wasn't the case.

Although he was confused, he was still able to control himself and feel her warmth and her voice.

Why is she unmoved when he kisses her? Why doesn't she hug him when he says he's cold? Why does she put things aside even when he brings them to her?

Oh... I remember now.

She said he had to do it himself, so does that mean he has to keep kissing her?

Thinking this, he sat up.

The lips felt warm and soft.

Hua Lang finally awoke halfway from his hazy consciousness, only to find that he had shamelessly chased after Zhan Yunmei to kiss and caress her.

Not knowing how to deepen the kiss, he blindly covered her lips with his own, his tongue darting out to lick Zhan Yunmei's lips.

It seems like I did it right.

Because Hua Lang felt Zhan Yunmei's response, she opened her lips, allowing his intrusion, and occasionally, she reciprocated.

Her cheeks flushed, her forehead burned, she was reluctant and longing, but Hua Lang had to release her lips and gasp for breath.

“You can bite, it’s okay if you bite a little harder,” Zhan Yunmei said, tilting her head slightly with a faint smile on her lips.

She supported Hua Lang and stopped pressuring him.

She still likes him.

He finally confirmed it.

If you don't like him, why teach him how to kiss?

Her lips curled slightly upwards, her eyebrows and eyes softened, and the gloom on her face disappeared.

Hua Lang quickly noticed the elation in his heart and the stiffness at the corners of his lips; he realized he might not be able to hold back his laughter.

Compared to his struggles, Zhan Yunmei laughed as soon as she wanted to.

“Good boy, do as I say,” she said, lifting him forward. He swayed and could only hold onto her shoulders.

Hua Lang swallowed hard, and slowly, he did what she had done to him.

Their lips met, their bodies intertwined, a sticky, passionate feeling swirling within them. They had clearly kissed Zhan Yunmei many times already, yet he still couldn't control his trembling body.

When her hand rested on his back, he became even more uncontrollable, as if he had turned into a puddle of water and melted into her embrace.

He liked her, very much.

In my drunken stupor and in the enchanting embrace, I felt no pain, immersed in her gentle coaxing, and could not recall when I had fallen into the soft quilt.

Zhan Yunmei watched as Hua Lang went from feeling no pain to squinting, then to having watery eyes, and finally becoming unpredictable and elusive.

"Hualang, that bite hurts too much," Zhan Yunmei said gently and soothingly in Hualang's ear.

"I'm sorry," Hua Lang said earnestly, but her tone wavered, and there was a sob in her voice.

“It’s alright,” she said. “As long as Hua Lang doesn’t hate me, it’s alright.”

Hua Lang was puzzled. When did he say he hated her?

How could he not remember?

However, Zhan Yunmei showed no remorse; she wasn't sincerely apologizing, she was just talking to him.

She knew her own personality and didn't want to restrain herself, but if she really hurt him, she would have to coax him for a long time, so she simply tried to distract him.

Zhan Yunmei's plan worked perfectly. Hua Lang kept trembling and crying, but didn't realize that it was pain.

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As the year draws to a close, military affairs pile up.

After a day and a night of military affairs at the Beijing garrison, at sunset, Zhan Yunmei summoned her attendant and drove back to her residence.

There was a large clump of snow piled up on the lintel of the general's house, which hit Zhan Yunmei squarely on the head as she stepped over the threshold.

"General, come in quickly," Yao Shuniang said, lifting her clothes with one hand and taking small steps forward with an umbrella. Zhan Yunmei was too tall, so she had to stand on tiptoe to hold the umbrella over her head. "It's really strange. The snow was cleared at noon, how come it's snowing again so quickly?"

Zhan Yunmei didn't care about this unexpected incident. She took the umbrella handle and went inside with Yao Shuniang. She noticed something strange, as if someone was looking at her. She followed her senses and looked in that direction.

The person in the flower hall turned around quickly, but she couldn't see his face.

Upon entering the flower hall, Zhan Yunmei waved her hand, and Yao Shuniang led a group of servants to retreat, keeping them at a distance where they could neither see her nor hear her speak.

A large number of flowers and plants in the flower hall were cut down not long ago, so Zhan Yunmei asked Yao Shuniang to buy some more and transplant them.

Chrysanthemums and camellias were piled together; she had specially asked someone to buy the fragrant chrysanthemums, and the whole patch was filled with a spicy aroma.

Hua Lang sat on a bench under the eaves, her eyelashes lowered to conceal her expression.

But his lips were upturned and his cheeks were slightly puffed out, making it a very obvious smile.

The smile lasted only a short while before it disappeared.

Hua Lang remembered Zhan Yunmei's wickedness.

“General, look at the sun,” he said, pointing to the sky.

Zhan Yunmei brushed the remaining snow off her head and, following Hua Lang's direction, peeked her head out.

After a long period of heavy snow, the sun unexpectedly came out today. It peeked out from behind the clouds, and the sunlight felt warm.

However, she didn't see anything amiss.

Turning his head, he had just begun to speak when he asked, "How come the sun..."

Before the word "了" could even be uttered, a chilling coldness rushed towards me.

I raised my hand to touch it, and my hand was covered in snow.

Zhan Yunmei paused, brushed the snow off her head and face, and frowned. "Hua Lang?"

“You say,” Hua Lang wiped the remaining snow water on his hands under Zhan Yunmei’s official robes, looked up, and pretended to be nonchalant.

Realized it too late.

Hua Lang came to his senses. He remembered how ruthless she had been that night. Deception is still deception, and deception will eventually be discovered.

“I’m not feeling well today, and you still threw snow at me,” she mimicked him, lowering her eyes.

"Hmph," Hua Lang coldly scoffed at her, "Pretentious!"

Zhan Yunmei covered her mouth with her hand and coughed lightly twice.

Unsure whether she was faking it or not, Hua Lang scrutinized her closely as he tilted his head to observe her.

He also got his face covered in snow.

His face darkened instantly.

Hua Lang had no interest in playing in the snow with Zhan Yunmei; he only wanted to get revenge for her bullying on the bed. Seeing her laugh out loud made him even angrier!

But he had no other way to get revenge on her.

He turned away, ignoring Zhan Yunmei.

For some reason, Hua Lang felt that the flowers in the flower hall weren't so unpleasant this time. Let them bloom as they will, and don't kill them for now.

Zhan Yunmei's gaze followed Hua Lang.

He pulled out the watering can and watered the surrounding flowers and plants, showing a rare patience towards them.

After watering, I walked to the shelf and rubbed my hands together.

She found that she wanted to laugh whenever she saw him.

Especially when you see him bristling but unable to truly get angry, he looks particularly... easy to bully.

"Tsk," Hua Lang muttered under his breath, "What's so interesting about it? It's ridiculous."

Zhan Yunmei slowly came back to her senses, looked up, and saw a beam of light reflecting from under the eaves, gentle and not stinging her eyes.

"Why aren't you watching anymore?" Hua Lang walked over and questioned.

Zhan Yunmei was already used to Hua Lang's unpredictable behavior. She turned around and, taking advantage of his inattention, pulled him into her arms.

There's no one around, so no one will see us. And even if there are people, so what?

This is the General's Mansion, Zhan Yunmei's place. What is there to be afraid of or ashamed of?

If Zhan Yunmei wants to do something, there's nothing she can't do.

Hua Lang took a deep breath, found a comfortable position, and lay down.

“Hua Lang,” Zhan Yunmei called to him.

"What's wrong now?"

I was just calling you.

“Oh,” he said, a mix of regret and delight.

Seeing Hua Lang's slightly changed expression, Zhan Yunmei placed her palm on his collar, stroking the red mark that hadn't faded. "Do you still hate me?"

Why are you asking again? She knows perfectly well whether I'm annoying or not. Hua Lang thought to herself.

Nodding, "I hate it, I really hate it."

"Oh, is that so? Then why did you lie to me and come back that night?" Zhan Yunmei teased him.

He's easily teased, yet his reactions are always adorable.

She watched him leave her embrace, her face flushed with guilt, and hurriedly walked out of the flower hall, not forgetting to yell at him fiercely: "Nonsense!"