Chapter 67 Be more enthusiastic... I'll teach you...

Yu Tan lay on the canopy bed for half an hour. After drinking the wine, her limbs felt weak, but her mind became increasingly clear. She stared blankly at the sky-blue canopy ceiling.

One moment it's the cold look in Yu He'an's eyes when they bumped into each other on the path, the next it's the indulgent embrace in the dark. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess, and she can't tell which one is the real Yu He'an and which one only exists in her imagination.

Her feet wouldn't obey her commands, propelling her out the door and drifting through the courtyard where she had grown up.

When she came to her senses, she found herself standing in front of Fengxu Courtyard. She was standing in the darkness, while the courtyard was still lit.

It was a corner that was hard to spot, but a sharp-eyed person spotted it immediately, exclaiming, "My wife!"

She had no choice but to emerge from the darkness. Changming, carrying a lantern, came to greet her: "My lady, what brings you here so late? What brings you to see your husband?"

"Has my brother returned?" Changming shook his head and then asked, "When will he return?"

She wanted to get to the bottom of things tonight, and this time she wanted to be more carefree.

"This servant doesn't know either?" Changming gripped the lantern tightly and led the way.

Yu He'an usually returns late at night. After bathing and changing clothes, he leaves again after resting for a short while. He has been extremely busy lately.

"Should I go inside and wait for him?" Yu Tan walked unsteadily, as if stepping on cotton.

She entered the study and plopped down on the soft couch where she often napped.

She leaned back in her chair, half-closing her eyes as she looked around. She hadn't been to the study in a long time, and the furnishings were still the same as before: a low couch, a desk, and a towering bookshelf. She could almost see Yu He'an behind the desk, pen in hand.

It seems that even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, nothing here will change.

Her usual brocade quilt was still piled up in the corner. She covered herself with the soft quilt and sat on the soft couch.

The effects of the alcohol, which had been dissipated by the wind, returned, and she drifted off into a daze.

Changming stood diligently outside the study for an hour before he saw Yuhe'an return to the courtyard bathed in moonlight.

His handsome face showed a slight dejection, as if he hadn't gotten what he wanted and his good fortune had been interrupted.

Changming said urgently, "My lord, my lord..."

Yu He'an raised his eyes, ignored Changming, and went straight into the adjacent blessed room to bathe.

A quarter of an hour later, the door to the blessed room was pushed open, the misty steam dissipated, and Yu He'an walked out slowly, dressed impeccably.

Changming asked, "My lord, are you going out again?"

"No." As Yu He'an passed Changming, his cold gaze swept over her. "What do you want?"

Changming pointed to the study: "Has my wife been waiting for you in the study for a long time?"

"Yu Tan? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Yu He'an's expression softened slightly. The person he had just gone to look for had actually come to him of his own accord.

Changming's eyes widened. Just now, as soon as Yuhe'an returned to the courtyard, he called out to Yuhe'an, but Yuhe'an ignored him.

Yu He'an strode into the room. Yu Tan was curled up asleep on the soft couch, a tiny ball with her palm-sized face exposed. Her face was rosy, her red lips were slightly parted, and her full lips trembled with her breath. The little red mole on her face also trembled slightly.

The moment he pushed open the door, Yu Tan struggled to pry it open a crack. In today's dream, Yu He'an had actually entered through the door, not through the window as usual.

I'm still not sober after drinking; my head is throbbing.

Yu He sat very close to her on the couch. He must have just finished bathing, as his hair was still damp, and his eyes were wet as he looked at her, appearing affectionate.

"Why is it you again?" This is Yu He'an from my dream, not my real brother.

She impatiently pulled the blanket tighter around herself; the couch was so uncomfortable, too hard and hurting her back.

Upon arriving here, she was surprised to find Yu He'an, the woman from her dreams. She wanted to go back.

Yu He'an was so angry she almost laughed: "Yu Tan, this is my courtyard. Who else could it be but me? Your imposter husband?"

Yu Tan buried her head, pretending not to hear. How come even Yu He'an at night is speaking so rudely these days?

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and they faced each other in silence.

"You can't talk like that," Yu Tan said, turning her head away. "You should try to comfort me first."

Yu He'an seemed intrigued, his slender hand stroking her cheek, his fingertips caressing her face. "How should I coax you?"

He can't even comfort people properly? She got even more annoyed and stopped his groping hands.

"You should say..."

"say what?"

“I told you I was wrong. I shouldn’t have ignored you during the day, deliberately avoided you, kept everything to myself, and didn’t tell you anything,” Yu Tan said earnestly, staring at Yu He’an as he waited for him to repeat himself.

Yu He'an was very magnanimous: "Yes, I forgive you."

"You're supposed to say these things?" Yu Tan was furious and slapped the hand hanging by her side.

Yuhe An is annoying during the day, but it's okay to bully Yuhe An at night, right?

Yu He'an lowered her eyelashes and said coolly, "Isn't this what you did to me? You were so distant, teasing me when you liked and then ignoring me when you didn't."

Why did Yuhe'an in my dream tonight keep speaking so harshly?

"Shut up, your words are awful." Yu Tan waved her hand impatiently, trying to swat away the annoying fly.

"Yu Tan, I'm just treating you the way you treat me, why can't you stand it?"

Why didn't she mention Yuhe An at all when she was doing well?

Cold-hearted, vengeful, and selfish.

She propped herself up and swayed as she walked toward the desk. His large hand wrapped around her waist, and she no longer hesitated, leaning against him as if she had no bones.

He spoke so rudely, we should just crush him.

After finally settling down behind her desk, she rubbed her face to try and clear her head.

She took a fine wolf-hair brush from Yu He'an's brush holder, then pulled out a sheet of Xuan paper, laid it flat, and pressed it down with a paperweight. When she tried to dip it into the ink in the inkstone, she found that only dried ink remained.

She frowned and ordered the jade crane in her dream, "Come and grind ink for me."

Yu He'an stood beside Yu Tan, his hand resting on the armchair to prevent Yu Tan from falling.

What exactly is this drunkard trying to do?

Yu Tan was gentle and lovely when she was drunk last time, but this time she was much more irritable and seemed determined to vent all the anger she had been holding back.

Yu Tan propped her head up with one hand and glared at him with dissatisfaction. "Why did you secretly kiss me so many times? Can't you help me grind ink anymore? This is my wages to pay off my debts."

Yu He'an finally moved away from her, stood by the desk, and added some water to the inkstone.

A single lamp cast a warm yellow glow over the study, where Yu He'an, dressed in a white robe, stood tall and graceful, slowly grinding ink.

Yu Tan was extremely satisfied, but he pursed his lips with a very arrogant expression and said, "That's more like it."

Yu He'an said sarcastically, "May I ask, Miss Yu, what kind of calligraphy do you leave behind when you're drunk?"

"Annoying, don't talk." Yu Tan slammed the paperweight down, like an upright official in a county government office. "You don't sound like him when you talk."

The hand grinding ink paused, a cold gaze swept over, and the tone was chilling: "Tell me, who do I resemble? Who do you take me for?"

Yu Tan held the calligraphy brush in her hand, poking the tip against her cheek. The brush left a small indentation on her rosy cheek, like a dimple, and her beautiful face radiated sweetness.

Her delicate brows furrowed, and she said with obvious disdain, "The first sentence was too sarcastic, and the second was too cold. My brother would never treat me like that."

His slender fingers continued grinding ink; he shouldn't argue with a drunkard: "If I'm not your brother, then who am I?"

She lowered her head, propping her hand up with her hand, and her expression became dejected. Her dark eyes darted around, and she seemed to be deep in thought. Several dozen breaths passed.

"You are the brother in my dreams, something I imagined. You are an imposter."

Her rosy lips parted and closed a few times, and she uttered a few words in a pitiful tone. Yu He'an chuckled softly, lowered his head, and pulled her into his arms.

His thin lips pressed against her soft red lips, gently holding them in his mouth, tenderly licking and teasing them, making her lower lip even redder and more alluring, before finally releasing her after a long while.

Yu He'an took a half step back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you still dreaming?"

"Nonsense." Yu Tan lifted her eyelids and glared at him impatiently.

How come he never noticed before that Yu Tan had these little temper tantrums?

Yu Tan was spoiled in her childhood. A pampered wife always has a bit of a proud temper.

Five years after they parted, when they met again, she became somewhat cautious and even tried to please him.

He had a feeling that Yu Tan was hiding something from him. She pushed him away forcefully and said, "I have important things to do."

"The ink is ready, please." He wanted to see what Yu Tan would write next while drunk.

Her fair, delicate fingers held the bamboo brush handle, and she dipped the brush in the ink.

The first line contains two large characters: Hold a grudge.

Whose grudge are you holding?

"Yu He'an." The sweet, soft voice turned cold.

Yu He'an: "..."

Second line: Six years ago, after we quarreled, he spent two years in Yuyang and three years traveling and studying outside the capital, and didn't send me a single letter. I was so angry that I was sulking for five years.

The tail has several large characters: "Yu He An Xiao Qi Gui" (玉鹤安小奇鬼).

Yu He'an rubbed her head: "Leaving the manor to study was not because of our argument, it was already planned. It's just that the departure date was brought forward. At that time, you hadn't returned from Yuyang yet, and I thought that if you didn't see me leave, you might not be so sad, so I left quietly."

"And when you were in Yuyang, I sent you letters, but no one replied, so I stopped writing."

She looked up at Yu He'an with suspicion, her face clearly showing disbelief.

"I haven't received a single one. I've fed so many fish to death, and you still haven't come to pick me up."

Yu He'an fell silent and began to busy himself with scientific research, but he was always delayed by all sorts of messy things and strange thoughts, which hindered his progress.

"Since you like feeding fish, why don't you raise more fish in the yard in the future?"

"You're the one who likes feeding the fish."

Yu Tan picked up her pen and continued writing.

The third line: I only mustered a little courage to accompany you to face the rumors of your incestuous relationship. You were sent to another city, leaving me to face it alone. I found someone to fake a marriage, a win-win solution. What did I do wrong? Why did you have to force me?

Yuhe An is selfish.

"sorry."

“But if I don’t do this, you won’t choose me at all.”

Yu Tan closed her eyes tightly and echoed, "Yeah, you're a bastard."

Yu He'an laughed angrily and took a step closer. "Then why did you come here? You're drunk and you still come here?"

Yu Tan waved her hand, her hazy eyes darting around before her gaze fell on his lips. She said with obvious disgust, "You kissed me wrong just now."

"Oh? How should we kiss?"

"You need to be more enthusiastic." The drunkard tilted his head back generously, his red lips even redder than before, glistening with moisture. "Be more enthusiastic... I'll teach you..."

The soft lamb commands the jackals.

He talked about teaching but didn't move for a long time. When the person being taught started to urge him impatiently, his large hands gripped her slender waist and pulled her closer.

"Before you begin your instruction, could you please tell me why you're here today? That's very important."

Why did she come today?

She shook her head; she had clearly mustered a little more courage to talk to Yu He'an.

Why are you so busy cursing?

Author's Note: "Xihayeze"

"Passed all exams smoothly."

"where!"

"Mi Cat"

Thank you for the nutrient solution [hugs][hugs][hugs]