Chapter 69 Did he hurt you?

Mu Huaian has been cautious and restrained for more than ten years. What he remembers most clearly is his teacher's teachings: A gentleman should know what to do and what not to do, and should never do things that should not be done.

But today, starting from climbing the wall, he wanted to throw all these teachings out of his mind, such as self-discipline and restoration of propriety, and emotion starting from emotion and ending with propriety.

The teacher is a worthy gentleman, upright and honest. People all over the world admire him when they mention his name Cheng Gongjin, but he is now 32 years old and still alone.

It can be seen that the etiquette engraved in one's bones cannot enable one to stay with the person in front of him.

Therefore, Mu Huaian did not want to be a gentleman. He wanted to interact with Yu Qinghuan, wanted to see her, wanted to be close to her, and wanted to see her smile day and night.

At this moment, he held Yu Qinghuan's hand tightly, eager to hear the answer from her.

Yu Qinghuan's red lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but think of other things, Xie Zhili... and the prince.

But under Mu Huaian's burning gaze, she could still feel his resounding heartbeat in her palm, and she couldn't say no.

"Of course I do."

Mu Huaian's eyes were full of joy. He carefully wrapped his long arms around Yu Qinghuan's thin back. Just like in his previous dream, he finally locked her tightly in his arms.

Yu Qinghuan felt uneasy, but she finally asked politely, "But Xie Zhili and I... do you really not care?"

He rested his chin on the top of Yu Qinghuan's head and said in a low voice, "I only want you."

Mu Huaian's heart beat faster. How could he not care? He felt unhappy when he heard what Xie Zhili said today.

When he saw the wounds on their lips, he suppressed the jealousy in his heart, but he had a despicable idea in his heart, wanting to replace Xie Zhili.

Yu Qinghuan rested her head on Mu Huaian's chest, listening to the "thump, thump, thump" of his heartbeat and smelling the agarwood on his body, and unconsciously curled the corners of her lips.

She was a little happy, so she reached out and hugged Mu Huaian, raised her face from his arms, and kissed his rolling Adam's apple under Mu Huaian's gentle and restrained gaze.

Mu Huaian's body suddenly tensed up, and he hugged the person in his arms even tighter. After all the worries and fears he had been experiencing in the past few days, he finally calmed down at this moment.

She is also happy with herself.

...

The night was as dark as water. Sang Ru followed Yu Qinghuan's instructions and got the medicine.

At this time, Mu Huaian had already put the mask back on his face.

Sang Ru wanted to say that there was no one in the yard now, and the young master could take this opportunity to leave, but Mu Huaian in the house was still looking at her lady. There were still grass leaves on his body and large pieces of wall dust on his sleeves, but the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

In the end, Sang Ru didn't have the heart to speak. Climbing over the wall was a common occurrence for her wife, but for the young master, she didn't know how much struggle he must have gone through in his heart before taking this step.

Anyway, her wife had no intention of sending him away. It was not easy for the young master to come here, so it would be okay for him to stay a little longer.

It’s just a pity for the second master. He’s probably still sulking in the house right now.

Sang Ru brought in a pot of hot tea and left, leaving the house to the two of them.

Yu Qinghuan unscrewed the medicine bottle and motioned Mu Huaian to sit on the low couch by the window. There was a charcoal basin next to him so that he would not catch a cold.

Mu Huaian was attentive and knew what she meant, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Yu Qinghuan lifted up Mu Huaian's bony hand and saw in the candlelight the bloody pinch marks on his palm. He frowned, "How much strength did you use? Why don't you take care of yourself?"

This is too hard on myself.

Mu Huaian's gaze fell on Yu Qinghuan, watching her trembling eyelashes, and watching her wipe the blood from her palm with a handkerchief dipped in warm water, his eyes became softer.

The charcoal brazier made sporadic crisp sounds, and his heart beat heavily twice with each sound.

He said softly, "It's a minor injury, it's nothing serious..."

But he fell silent before he could finish his words, because after Yu Qinghuan spread the ointment evenly on his wound, she suddenly leaned over and blew gently on the wound on his palm.

The dim candlelight shone on Yu Qinghuan's face, dyeing the loose hair on her temples golden.

Mu Huaian could feel her warm breath spreading in his palm, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

His sight moved from the eyebrows of the person in front of him all the way down to the red lips. He stared at the wound closely and couldn't help but wonder how they were so intimate... that they bit the wound.

As he thought about it, the bitterness he felt during the day welled up in his heart again.

Noticing something strange about Mu Huaian, Yu Qinghuan looked up at him. Seeing that he was staring at her with a strange look in his eyes, she immediately let go of his hand, "Did I hurt you?"

She thought to herself, I'm quite gentle, so I shouldn't hurt him, right?

Mu Huaian raised his hand, a sour feeling surging in his heart, but he restrained himself and stroked the corner of Yu Qinghuan's lips with his thumb, finally landing on the wound. His eyes were as gentle as ever, but his Adam's apple rolled. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Did he hurt you?"

Yu Qinghuan thought for a moment that she had misheard and smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Huaian couldn't laugh, but just stared at her, not letting go of his hand, as if he wanted to heal the wound.

Seeing him like this, Yu Qinghuan felt a little agitated in her heart. She raised her hand and grabbed his hand that was pressing on her lips.

She opened her red lips slightly, met Mu Huaian's gaze, and asked softly, "Mu Huaian, do you want to try it?"

Mu Huaian froze. What to try?

He stared blankly at the pair of eyes in front of him approaching him until the red lips touched his, and he was instantly enveloped by a sweet breath.

His chest heaved violently, and his fingertips threaded through Yu Qinghuan's scattered black hair as if it were a fragile treasure, but he kept gently pressing the scar on her lips.

Yu Qinghuan sat on Mu Huaian, and the hand that was clinging to his shoulder gradually loosened, went behind his ear, and pulled the rope that tied his mask.

The mask loosened and fell to the side, along with Yu Qinghuan's coat, which fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Yu Qinghuan traced her hands over his face, absorbing his scent, and was particularly fascinated by the scent of agarwood on him.

The charcoal brazier burned brightly, and the restlessness in her heart also burned up.

She immediately slid off Mu Huaian, squatted down, and reached out to pull the belt around his waist.

Noticing her movements, Mu Huaian's body suddenly tensed up, and his eyes, which were stained with dark currents, regained clarity for a moment.

He immediately reached out and held down Yu Qinghuan's rebellious hand, his heart pounding wildly. Facing Yu Qinghuan's puzzled gaze, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's getting late. I should go back."

Yu Qinghuan was still panting, but when she heard his words, she was stunned, "?"

At this time, Mu Huaian had already stood up and helped her up. He picked up the coat that he had taken off at some point on the ground, shook it twice, and then wrapped it back around Yu Qinghuan.

When his eyes caught sight of the red mark on her collarbone, his throat felt very dry, but he simply pulled the belt and tied a neat knot around her waist.

Yu Qinghuan's expression froze on her face. As she watched Mu Huaian pick up the mask on the ground and put it on, her heart was filled with emotions.

I've taken off my clothes, and now you say you want to go back?