Chapter 30 (9,000 words) Yizhen, I want to try...

In the silence, countless crystal water droplets fell from the soft and drooping hair into the basin, and the clear dripping sound rang like an alarm.

"Does it still hurt?" Xuan Yizheng's fingertips stopped at the corner of Yin Xing's eyes, touching the water droplets on her thick eyelashes. She felt a little itchy, which spread silently through her skin and spread deep into her eyes. She couldn't suppress it. His gaze fell hesitantly on her round, watery eyes that were slightly red. They were like clear glass beads, which were very pitiful.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yin Xing responded by blinking her round eyes to regain her composure. Her gaze quickly swept across Xuan Yizheng's thin and bright lips, and she vaguely felt that she seemed different from before.

The jade-like face was cold and the beautiful eyes were gentle. This was the appearance and demeanor that Yin Xing was most familiar with for Xuan Yizhen.

But now, Yin Xing noticed that Xuan Yizhen's cheeks seemed to be covered with a light layer of powder, and her lips were noticeably more rosy than usual, as if she had applied a thin layer of lip balm. She looked elegant and cool, with a subtle fragrance that touched his heart. He stammered, "Yizhen, did you use rouge or powder?"

In the past, except for attending banquets, Yin Xing had the impression that Xuan Yizhen didn't often wear makeup in her daily life.

After all, Xuan Yizhen is naturally beautiful. Even without makeup, she looks even more graceful and elegant, with the charm of bright wind and clear moon.

At this moment, Xuan Yizheng has the charm of a bright flower, but because her temperament is too quiet and silent, she seems to be covered by a layer of hazy waves, just like the shadow of a flower in the water, bright and elegant, free and lively, which makes her look more unreal, ethereal and mysterious than heavy colors.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's so beautiful, I'm embarrassed to look at Yizhen."

Because of his lying position, Yin Xing had nowhere to hide and was focused on the silence. He looked at Xuan Yizheng's thin lips unconsciously, swallowing weakly in his throat, feeling some indescribable temptation.

Hearing this, Xuan Yizhen smiled and continued to wash Yin Xing's long hair with his palms. He said leisurely: "Silly, if you don't look, wouldn't this palace be dressing up in vain?"

The sound of water gurgling and the voices were so faint that Yin Xing couldn't hear them clearly. He doubted his hearing and asked with a hot face, "Why did Yizhen prepare this specifically for me to see?"

Calm down, this must be an illusion!

"Didn't you say you like rouge and powder?" Xuan Yizhen held Yin Xing's long hair with a long towel in his hand, wiped it carefully, and responded calmly.

"So Yizhen will do it just because I like it." Yin Xing blushed and stammered.

Oh my God, Xuan Yizheng is such a nice person. How could she have such a weird idea?

Just as Yin Xing was still repenting in her heart, she unknowingly heard Xuan Yizheng wipe the water droplets off her long hair.

Then Yin Xing was helped to sit up with his shoulder supported. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizheng's arm with wide lake green sleeves rolled up, the floral tattoo on it was prominent and beautiful. His gaze wandered, slowly extending to her fair face. He saw her wiping the water droplets from her cheeks and hair. Her movements were meticulous and her expression was gentle, without any sign of flusteredness or unfamiliarity.

"Yizhen, why are you so nice to me?"

"Because you said friends should do things that make each other happy, that's why I put so much thought into this."

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Xing, who was cooperating obediently. His heart softened. He wiped the water droplets from her forehead with his fingertips, lingered and touched her face, and said, "This is also your return gift for agreeing to give me a tattoo last time. Do you like it?"

Yin Xing simply couldn't refuse Xuan Yizhen's gentleness. She wanted to nod, but paused because she was worried about Xuan Yizhen's wiping movements. She sniffed the fragrance and replied shyly, "I like it, but the rouge Yizhen uses smells different from the Impatiens balsamina rouge I gave you last time. It has a very special and rich fragrance."

"Because rouge comes in many varieties and uses a variety of different ingredients, the special fragrance is probably derived from the lip balm made with saffron picked from the plateau. This is different from the impatiens balm used to dye nails." As he spoke, Xuan Yizhen led Yin Xing out of the inner room and sat beside her on a low couch. He combed her hair with a sandalwood comb and chuckled, "But you do have a very sensitive nose."

"Hehe, so that's how it is." Yin Xing smiled foolishly and sighed that the classification of rouge was indeed quite complicated.

The conversation stopped, and Yin Xing sat beside the couch, letting Xuan Yizheng comb her hair. She looked at the two long shadows cast on the ground, but did not dare to peek for fear of having strange thoughts.

After a while, Xuan Yizheng stopped, put the wooden comb aside, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Yin Xing looked at the teacup with a slightly red lip mark, his throat felt dry, so he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Are you so thirsty?" Xuan Yizheng asked, looking at Yin Xing's actions.

"Yeah." Yin Xing responded by quickly looking away guiltily.

Xuan Yizhen gathered up a few strands of Yin Xing's long hair that fell on her face, revealing her delicate and fair cheeks. His fingertips touched her soft and warm skin, and his heart seemed to be tickled. He looked at her carefully and said, "Come here."

Although he didn't know the reason, Xuan Yizheng knew how to alleviate the abnormality.

Yin Xing was puzzled, but still put down the teacup, leaned forward slightly and asked: "What's the matter?"

Before he could finish his words, Yin Xing was embraced in a warm and soft embrace. His heartbeat stopped and he dared not move at all.

Xuan Yizhen stretched out his arms to embrace the overly delicate figure in his arms, sighing softly. His slender fingertips threaded through Yin Xing's thick, wet hair, entwining inch by inch like a climbing snake, and he murmured, "It's really warm and comfortable to hold you."

This feeling is hard to describe. Xuan Yizhen missed it very much after experiencing it once last time.

"..." Yin Xing inexplicably felt that Xuan Yizheng was holding him like a doll and playing with him.

But when Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng's thin lips smeared with lip balm and smelled the fragrance at the tip of his nose, he couldn't keep his heart calm and open at all.

Wow, I must be a pervert, otherwise why would I want to taste Xuan Yizheng's lip balm!

"Yizhen, why don't you let me go first?" Yin Xing tried to avoid the action, but it was of no use.

"Why?" Xuan Yizheng looked down at Yin Xing in confusion. Her beautiful eyes were clear and bright. A piece of hair was wrapped around her fingertips, with no signs of loosening at all, and she seemed a little addicted.

Yin Xing was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to respond. He blinked and stammered, "I just drank too much tea."

After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng was stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile flashed in his eyes, and he slowly loosened his arms.

Seeing this, Yin Xing blushed, got off the bed in his clogs, and ran away!

It took a long time for Yin Xing to regain his composure and come out again. He saw Xuan Yizheng holding a book and reading it with a quiet and beautiful posture.

Yin Xing didn't dare get too close to Xuan Yizheng at this moment. He sat on the other side, leaning against the railing and pretending to dry his hair. He looked at Chi Jing to divert his attention, but in fact he remained alert at all times.

Soon, most of Yin Xing's long hair was dry, but Xuan Yizheng still didn't move.

It seemed as if Xuan Yizhen’s previous intimate and clingy attitude was just Yin Xing’s illusion.

After a while, Yin Xing's cheeks turned red from the sun, and she could not bear the heat anymore, so she turned around and her eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen who was still flipping through the book. She didn't know whether she should speak and disturb her peace.

"Have you had enough sun?" Xuan Yizhen looked up at Yin Xing who was basking in the golden sunlight, and asked in a gentle tone.

"Yeah." Yin Xing raised his hand and pulled up half of the bamboo curtain to block out the sunlight. His vision became a little dim. He leaned over and lay down beside her, intending to read a book with her.

But Xuan Yizhen raised his hand to close the scroll, and touched Yin Xing's long hair with his fingertips, gently teasing her hair, and called softly: "Today is the Ghost Festival, are you afraid of being alone?"

Yin Xing shook his head and replied: "I don't believe in ghosts."

There was some surprise in Xuan Yizhen's eyes. His fingertips seemed to casually rest on the back of Yin Xing's hand. He closed the distance and said, "Is that so? I thought you would be scared."

After hearing this, Yin Xing felt that he must be a complete coward in Xuan Yizheng's mind.

"If I'm afraid, I'm more afraid of people. Recently, many female corpses with their faces peeled off have appeared in the capital. Even the Princess of Xinyang was not spared. People are in a panic."

"You're right. Real people are far more dangerous than evil spirits. It seems you've learned a lot in the Dali Temple."

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's kind and gentle expression, and thought of the deceased Yi Sanniang. He leaned against her side trustingly, unable to hide his sadness, muttering, "Yizhen, you think the murderer must be horrible and cruel?"

Xuan Yizhen naturally wrapped his arms around the well-behaved Yin Xing, patted her thin back with his palm, and nodded in response: "Well, it's a good thing you don't appear in female attire, otherwise it might be dangerous."

"What danger could I be in?" Yin Xing looked up at Xuan Yizheng and asked in confusion.

"It is said that most women who get into trouble have extraordinary looks. You are so pretty and charming, so you might be targeted." Xuan Yizheng said in a serious tone.

But Yin Xing felt that Xuan Yizheng was teasing him seriously, and he lay aside shyly, avoiding his gaze, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise secretly.

Although Xuan Yizheng might just be being polite, Yin Xing couldn't help himself!

After a while, Yin Xing's smile softened. He held Xuan Yizhen's cool palm with his fingertips and replied shyly, "If that's the case, Yizhen should be more careful."

Xuan Yizhen cooperated and lay on the low couch with her. His dark eyes looked into her clear and bright eyes, like the sweet spring flowing in the air. He chuckled and replied, "Why?"

"That's of course because Yizhen is extremely beautiful. There is no woman in the whole country more beautiful than Yizhen." Yin Xing said seriously.

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing realized that what he said was a bit embarrassing.

However, Xuan Yizhen's reaction was very calm. He replied calmly: "Did you eat some honey today? That's why you speak so sweetly?"

Yin Xing was silent, looking at Xuan Yizheng, who was quite serious, with a blushing face.

I have to say that there is a faint dullness around Xuan Yizheng.

"No, I'm just telling the truth." Yin Xing blushed and tried to explain sincerely.

"But how many women have you seen in the capital, and you dare to say that I am the most beautiful woman?" Xuan Yizheng asked casually, with some dark ripples in his eyes, and tapped Yin Xing's forehead with his fingertips to smear him.

In response to this, Yin Xing was speechless and unable to refute for a moment.

It seems that what Xuan Yizhen said had better be supported by solid data, otherwise she might feel that she was lying.

Yin Xing blinked and looked at Xuan Yizhen who was still waiting for an answer, feeling a little heartbroken.

No, we have to change the subject quickly.

"Yizhen, where did you buy your lip balm?"

"This is the ointment I made by grinding saffron and other ingredients myself."

The conversation was brief, without any further topics for discussion.

Originally, Yin Xing thought that maybe Xuan Yizheng's lip balm was too tempting, so he planned to buy a box to smell it, so that he wouldn't be so addicted to it and have such wild thoughts.

Now, Yin Xing had no choice but to close his eyes and pretend to sleep. He held her hand in his palm and rested it on his cheek, mumbling, "Oh, I think my eyes still need to close for a while to rest."

The acting was very poor, but effective, because Xuan Yizheng did not ask any more questions.

In the silence, Yin Xing smelled the sweet fragrance of Xuan Yizheng's medicine, and remembered that this was the medicine bead she wore at her side. She felt a little sleepy and drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, the noisy chirping of cicadas gradually penetrated his eardrums. Yin Xing woke up and saw the quiet and beautiful face of Xuan Yizheng lying on his side.

The two of them were sleeping in an intimate posture, almost with their foreheads touching. Yin Xing's mind was blank, his eyes fell on the thin red lips mixed with fragrance, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

It's just a sneak kiss, it shouldn't be discovered.

In a moment, Yin Xing leaned closer and stared at her beautiful face, but felt something was wrong, so he just kissed her cheek.

After a brief touch, Yin Xing nervously retreated, unaware that Xuan Yizhen's palm had landed on the back of her neck, quietly stopping her movements. She opened her beautiful eyes slightly and spoke slowly in a clear voice, "What are you doing?"

Yin Xing felt a chill throughout his body, unable to move forward or backward. He felt his death was approaching, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I must have been too sleepy just now, so I kissed you!"

If Xuan Yi really hates me because of this, there will definitely be no chance of reconciliation.

"Is that so? It's okay." Xuan Yizheng looked at the anxious Yin Xing calmly, and his other hand fell on his cheek, leaving a faint soft touch.

"Is it really okay?" Yin Xing asked in disbelief.

Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's timid gaze, confused, and replied with a chuckle, "Of course, but I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

Yin Xing nodded in confusion, only then he realized that Xuan Yizheng's words were strange!

Could this actually be Xuan Yizhen's unpleasant punishment? !

However, before Yin Xing could think about it, Xuan Yizheng had already held the side of his face with his palm, leaned closer, and his thin lips fell on the exact same position on his cheek.

The action was very light, but a little different. Yin Xing blushed and closed her eyes, having no choice but to accept the punishment.

This was more like torture than a kiss, itchy and hot, with a hint of pain at the end.

Yin Xing even felt that Xuan Yizheng wanted to eat him bite by bite, and the pain between his teeth was very irritating.

When Xuan Yizhen slightly withdrew from the action, Yin Xing opened his eyes and looked at her calm and gentle expression, hesitatingly saying: "Yizhen, how could you kiss me like that?"

"I just suddenly wanted to try it. Maybe I was a little sleepy."

“…”

This set of rhetoric sounds so familiar.

Yin Xing didn't dare to say another word and remained silent as if he was guilty.

Xuan Yizhen's eyes fell on the bright red lipstick on Yin Xing's cheeks. He pursed his lips slightly and chuckled, "What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was bright and open-minded, hesitant to speak. It was really hard to speak, so he could only stand up and distance himself, shaking his head and answering, "No."

I hope Xuan Yizhen just wants to punish himself.

"That's good. Actually, your face looks very delicate. It makes me want to bite it to verify my guess."

"ah?"

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen in surprise as he sat up and tidied his clothes, and couldn't help but doubt his ears.

Xuan Yizhen placed his hand on the back of Yin Xing's hand, his fingertips entwined with hers. He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance, and asked in a calm manner, "Why, do you feel disgusted or disliked?"

These words made Yin Xing's imagination run wild, but Xuan Yizheng acted too normally, which made people at a loss.

"No, maybe good friends all want to get close to each other." Yin Xing tried his best to find excuses for Xuan Yizheng.

However, this was Yin Xing's first experience of biting someone's face among friends, and I think it should be the same for Xuan Yizheng.

Seeing this, the undercurrent in Xuan Yizhen's quiet eyes calmed down a little, and he raised his thin lips and said, "I see, so do you also have this kind of close thoughts?"

Yin Xing, whose mind was already distracted, blinked his clear, round eyes and glanced at Xuan Yizhen's lips. He paused, as if his phone was frozen, and said slowly, "I think so."

"what you up to?"

"I, I want to taste Yizhen's lip balm."

After saying this, Yin Xing's face flushed red, and he quickly reacted and changed his words: "That was just a joke, don't take it seriously!"

Oh no, if I accidentally say what’s in my heart, Xuan Yizheng will definitely think I’m a pervert!

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yizhen responded quite solemnly: "Yes, if you want to try it."

In the silence, Yin Xing stared at Xuan Yizhen who was slowly approaching, stunned. His gaze fell on her rosy thin lips. Suddenly, he could no longer hear the noisy chirping of cicadas, but only the sound of his heartbeat like thunder.

The bright light outside the pavilion became slightly dimmed by the bamboo curtain. The two figures slowly overlapped. Yin Xing looked up and tasted the rich fragrance that came from the slightly cool lips, full of disbelief.

In the hazy time, the wind blew the bamboo curtains slightly, bringing a few strands of flowing mottled light, but Yin Xing only felt dizzy, which was far more dazzling than the morning light.

When the sound of cicadas outside the water pavilion became clear again, Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizheng's beautiful eyes in front of him, which were like the calm surface of a lake, as if shimmering with ripples, as hot as a sea of ​​fire, enough to burn everything in existence, and his heart trembled.

As for the taste of Xuan Yizhen's lip balm, Yin Xing couldn't taste anything.

"Master Xiao Yin, could it be the summer heat? Why are there so many mistakes in the case files these days?"

"No, sorry!"

Yin Xing absentmindedly turned his eyes away from the tea reflecting the sunlight and checked for any flaws. The burning sensation on his cheeks had not subsided at all since that moment.

Shyness, joy, annoyance, and many other emotions flowed through my mind, eventually turning into uneasiness.

Because Yin Xing was sure that he probably liked Xuan Yizhen, who was also a woman.

But Xuan Yizheng obviously didn't, because she even thought about asking herself what she thought the lip balm tasted like.

Yin Xing realized that he had betrayed Xuan Yizheng's trust and should not have made such unreasonable demands to her in a rash manner.

After all, no matter how good friends are, they would kiss each other like that.

In the afternoon, Yin Xing was on duty alone. He raised his hand and pulled the wet handkerchief to his cheek, reflecting on his sins.

Apology or explanation, Xuan Yizheng didn't seem to understand the meaning.

Yin Xing could vaguely feel that Xuan Yizhen had some vagueness about interpersonal relationships, and could only blame it on her frailty and love of quietness. Therefore, she had no close friends and did not understand the boundaries.

Perhaps I should try to avoid intimacy in the future, otherwise if Xuan Yizheng finds out that I am abnormal, it will probably cause trouble to her.

Just as Yin Xing was thinking, he was interrupted by the sound of a heavy object being placed on the desk.

Yin Xing raised her hand to remove the scarf from her face, her eyes caught sight of the sword on the table, and then she noticed the uninvited Jiang Yun and the other woman. She asked in confusion, "Excuse me, what can I do for you two?"

"Of course you are in trouble." Jiang Yun raised his eyebrows.

"What kind of trouble could I be in?" After saying that, Yin Xing subconsciously pursed his lips guiltily, and could still faintly feel the warm, cool and soft touch.

Unless Xuan Yizhen regrets tasting her rouge, there shouldn't be any trouble.

Jiang Yun remained silent. He turned his head to look at the other woman and said, "She is the coroner who performed the autopsy on your confidante, Yi Sanniang. She is Liu Ci."

"Yi Sanniang died of a dagger-slashed throat. The skin on her face was peeled off cleanly. It was basically the same method used on the other deceased persons found." Liu Ci spoke calmly, as if he was eating or drinking water.

"That night, many people saw you openly struggling with the deceased, and now rumors about you are everywhere in the capital." Jiang Yun's tone changed subtly, full of teasing.

Yin Xing raised her hand to fold the handkerchief and replied in confusion, "But I'm not the murderer, why are you spreading rumors about me?"

Jiang Yun jokingly said, "I heard that you are the only nobleman to have received Princess Zhanghua's golden signature. Perhaps that person was angry about your romantic debts and was behind this attack?"

"You are a constable from the Dali Temple. You should rely on evidence to investigate cases. How can you frame someone out of thin air?" Yin Xing looked at Jiang Yun with displeasure, without any trace of his previous friendliness.

It was obvious that Xuan Yizhen took the initiative to help me withdraw my salary to pay off my debts, so how could he do such a bad thing?

Jiang Yun, who had originally wanted to test the waters, was stunned and turned his head to look at Liu Cihuan: "Do you think this pretty boy can kill people to silence them and hide in a serial case to become invisible?"

"I don't know. Unless there is help, most people can't do something like peeling a face, let alone imitate the depth of the knife skills used in serial murders." Liu Ci analyzed in cooperation.

Jiang Yun felt a little worried when he heard this. He raised his hand to pour tea for Liu Ci, then poured himself a cup and drank. He thought, "There must be more than one person behind these serial crimes. There must be at least a group of forces. Now we need to find the differences to make a breakthrough."

Liu Ci sipped his tea and pondered, "Actually, there is one difference. Even if the facial cutting techniques weren't performed by the same person, they should have come from the same school. However, the male corpse in the capital was an exception. His face was carefully treated, but the technique was different. Besides, despite having his throat cut and the meridians in his hands and feet severed, he seemed to have lived for a while. Furthermore, his face had been previously patched with stitches, like some kind of disguise."

"I also find it strange to talk about death, so I suspect that someone is hiding a tree in the forest, trying to cover up the truth and confuse people." After saying this, Jiang Yun drank the tea and put it aside neatly.

Yin Xing looked at Jiang Yun speechlessly, as he changed his previous threatening attitude. The two of them were talking like a crosstalk. Only then did he realize that he was being intimidated and said, "If you two don't have anything else, please leave."

Jiang Yun looked at Yin Xing and said with an arrogant look, "Who said there was nothing else? The man's body was similar in stature to you, and his facial features are also very similar to your childish pretty boy."

After he finished speaking, two pairs of eyes stared at Yin Xing, changing their previous casual attitude and becoming full of scrutiny again.

Yin Xing, however, felt that this was just Jiang Yun's old tricks, and responded frankly: "Is it not okay for me to have an ordinary face?"

"There are many bruises and scars on the male corpse, as if he was tied up and tortured." Liu Ci's eyes fell on Yin Xing's wrist tied with a red silk ribbon.

"Since the murderer is a pervert who peels off people's faces, isn't it normal for him to commit sadism?" Yin Xing analyzed with reason and evidence.

Jiang Yun sneered meaningfully, "But most of the deceased weren't tortured. They died quickly and easily. And judging from the injuries on the man's corpse, the binding material was very soft and smooth, like a precious silk ribbon."

As he finished speaking, Yin Xing slowly noticed that their gazes were fixed on his red silk wristband. He silently pulled at his sleeves to cover it up and said, "This has nothing to do with me. Don't be suspicious."

Male corpse, tied up and tortured, silk ribbons, disguise techniques, why do these things sound more and more like the bad guy Xuan Yizhen let go?!

"Okay, then you'd better be careful." Seeing this, Jiang Yun didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head to look at Liu Ci and walked out of the general warehouse hall.

Not long after, the two of them walked across the corridor and said in unison: "There really is a problem."

Jiang Yun looked around before speaking seriously, "If this matter is related to Princess Zhang Hua, it's no wonder that father refused to let me investigate further."

The hobbies of princes and nobles have always been varied, not to mention the current princesses and princesses, whose tricks have long been terrifying.

Liu Ci quietly basked in the scorching sun, pondering, "But if the man's death is related to Princess Zhang Hua, perhaps it could clear him of suspicion in the disappearance of the other women."

After all, the victims in serial cases all had very similar methods, and it could be said that they were all skilled from the same school.

"But there's something suspicious about that male corpse that hasn't been solved. Perhaps there really is a group of people using living people to practice the legendary disguise technique. They're simply a group of deranged demons!"

"Don't be impatient. If it were just a group of fanged demons, it would be easy to deal with. I'm afraid things are not that simple."

Seeing Liu Ci like this for a moment, Jiang Yun had to restrain his expression, raised his hand and gently pulled her wrist, stepped forward and snuggled up to her, muttering: "Aci is right, it's been a long time since we..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the lips were soft. Jiang Yun looked at Liu Ci who took the initiative to lean forward, his eyes full of pride. She really wanted to get close to him.

The wind blew the branches and leaves, obscuring the intimate figures at the end of the corridor, leaving only mottled light scattered on the ground, shining as dazzling as gold bricks.

As the sun set in the west, Yin Xing returned to the courtyard early in a state of anxiety. He didn't even have the appetite to eat and went into the pavilion alone.

The man died so tragically, and it had nothing to do with Xuan Yizheng. Yin Xing himself couldn't believe it.

Yin Xing paced inside, wanting to write a letter to remind Xuan Yizhen, but then he changed his mind and was afraid that he might have misunderstood Xuan Yizhen.

After all, that person couldn't possibly harm Xuan Yi. Perhaps he was released and then killed by his accomplices to silence him.

After thinking about it, Yin Xing had no choice but to take a shower and calm down for a while.

After a long time, Yin Xing came out in wooden clogs. Before he went to get pen and ink, he found someone sitting next to the couch.

Xuan Yizheng was dressed in a moon-white gown with golden threads, intricate gold embroidery and dark patterns. She had her hair in a high black bun and her skin was as white as cream. Her skirt swayed slightly in the wind, making her look like a fairy walking on the moonlight.

Yin Xing was so stunned that he didn't dare to breathe loudly. He tiptoed closer and confirmed that it was not his illusion. He said, "Yizhen, why are you here so late?"

"I wanted to come, so I came." Xuan Yizheng placed the collection of essays on the desk. Her beautiful eyes were clear and quiet as she looked at Yin Xing who had just taken a shower. Her fair cheeks were still rosy, and one could vaguely imagine her softness.

"Oh, I see." Yin Xing was not surprised by Xuan Yizheng's answer. She has always been straightforward and frank, but now she has to learn to cover up and avoid suspicion.

Yin Xing did not sit down as usual, but walked away, avoiding the gaze and pouring tea.

"Yizhen, have some tea." Yin Xing placed the tea aside and planned to step back.

"No need to be so formal, just sit down first." Xuan Yizheng raised his hand and held Yin Xing's slender wrist. His words were soft, but carried an unquestionable meaning.

Yin Xing's body was stiff, and he could only sit stiffly beside the couch, staring at the candlelight with shining eyes, motionless like a light bulb.

Xuan Yizhen saw Yin Xing staring blankly at the candlelight, thinking she had just taken a bath and was still a little dazed, so he picked up a round fan and fanned her, saying, "Why didn't you have dinner tonight?"

"Hmm, I have no appetite." Yin Xing knew that Xuan Yizheng was responsible for her daily life, and she thought the maid would naturally report everything to her.

"No wonder you look so listless." Xuan Yizheng said as he lightly touched Yin Xing's cheek with his palm.

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen watched Yin Xing avoid his touch. Her fingertips missed, her beautiful eyes slightly fixed, a moment of coldness, but she quickly concealed it, and asked in a more gentle manner, "What's wrong?"

Yin Xing's heart was pounding like thunder as he shook his head. He finally understood what it felt like to have a fluttering heart. He stammered, "Nothing. I'm just a little hot. I might sweat and get Yizhen's hands dirty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xing felt Xuan Yizheng's hand touching his cheek. The force was very light, gentle and affectionate like a soft willow branch.

The more gentle and considerate Xuan Yizhen was at this moment, the more Yin Xing added fuel to the fire.

"It's okay, just wash it off, don't worry about it." As he spoke, Xuan Yizhen leaned closer, scrutinizing Yin Xing's expression, trying to see what was wrong with her. "Last time you said you liked lip balm, do you want to try it again this time?"

"..." Yin Xing shook his head, too embarrassed to look at Xuan Yizhen. He tightened his sleeves with his fingertips and explained, "No need, I was just curious for a moment."

After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen stroked Yin Xing's cheek thoughtfully with his fingertips, tracing and touching her, and said, "Then next time I change to a different rouge, a sweet one, would you like it better?"

Yin Xing was speechless, thinking that Xuan Yizheng was too much in line with his own wishes, which was simply leading to crime!

"Yizhen, even if we're friends, we can't cater to each other's preferences unconditionally like this."

"Why?"

Yin Xing looked up at the bewildered Xuan Yizhen, and suddenly felt that he needed to teach her the boundaries of friendship.

So Yin Xing righteously warned: "Because normal friends would not taste rouge like this."

Xuan Yizhen averted his gaze as usual, lowering his eyes, letting his long lashes obscure the darkness beneath them. He murmured softly to himself, "But you first mentioned wanting to try rouge, and now you say it's not normal. Isn't that contradictory?"

What is normal and what is abnormal is really confusing to Xuan Yi and difficult to distinguish.

These words made Yin Xing feel even more ashamed. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen, who looked very sad. He thought that he had rejected her kindness and made her unhappy. He said guiltily, "I'm sorry. I won't play tricks on you next time."

"But I think it's very interesting. Don't you want to turn it into a fun thing for each other?" Xuan Yizheng placed his palm lightly on Yin Xing's ear, looking at her slender neck, his eyes dark and his heart feeling irritated.

If Yin Xing was unwilling, Xuan Yizheng would not agree. It was obviously she who wanted to try it first, so how could he go back on his word?

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing did not respond, because Xuan Yizhen seemed so sincere at the moment, like an innocent child, and his rejection was like a sharp knife that could easily hurt her.

Yin Xing nodded hesitantly and said, "Since Yizhen thinks it's interesting, let's try it secretly and don't let anyone find out, okay?"

If word gets out that Xuan Yizheng is being so intimate with me, I'm afraid the rumors secretly spreading against Xuan Yizheng will only become more rampant and vicious.

Even though Yin Xing knew that he should cut his losses in time, he couldn't refuse now.

"Okay, I promise you." Xuan Yizheng's beautiful eyes showed a faint smile, no longer gloomy. He moved closer to embrace her, pressed his cheek against her warm cheek, and responded softly.

Xuan Yi really didn't understand why Yin Xing was so shy about others, so he could only assume that she was just embarrassed.

However, before Yoon Sung could react, a soft kiss was placed on her cheek, which quickly left without the bite that it carried like the first time.

Xuan Yizhen then asked with a probing look in his eyes, "It won't hurt this way, right?"

Yin Xing blushed and replied honestly, "Yeah."

After he finished speaking, Xuan Yizhen touched the rouge on Yin Xing's cheek with his fingertips and said cooperatively, "Now it's your turn to taste the rouge."

The candlelight flickered, and Yin Xing looked at the beautiful Xuan Yizhen. She seemed to be immersed in the freshness and fun, not feeling strange at all. Instead, she looked more lively than usual.

Yin Xing really didn't expect things to turn out like this.

The explanation didn't seem to work for Xuan Yizhen.

Yin Xing couldn't bear to refuse.

After all, Yin Xing just realized that he likes Xuan Yizhen. Who can refuse the intimate behavior of the person he secretly loves?

Yin Xing had no choice but to slowly lean forward and plan to kiss her so as not to be too greedy.

After all, Xuan Yizheng was just kissing her face.

But when Yin Xing gently touched Wenliang's lips, he found that Xuan Yizhen was not as gentle and innocent as he appeared.

Xuan Yizheng would even take the initiative to cater to Yin Xing, as if everything was just for him to taste rouge.

Yin Xing heard his own breathing quicken slightly, and hurriedly stepped back to create some distance. He glanced at Xuan Yizhen's lips, which had lost their color, and stammered, "What was that just now?"

It’s also my first kiss, but why does it seem like Xuan Yizheng has made rapid progress in just a few days!

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes and reflected Yin Xing's lips stained with his lip balm. Like a bad boy who had secretly touched lip balm, his heart softened. He raised his hand to wipe it off for her and patiently explained, "Because there is more rouge on the lower lip, that's how you can taste the lip balm."

Yin Xing is not very smart on weekdays, so Xuan Yizheng has to teach her specially.

However, Yin Xing still hadn't learned it very well, so Xuan Yizheng fed her as much as possible and enjoyed it.

Yin Xing blushed with shame and didn't know what to say. His eyes fell on Xuan Yizhen, who looked calm, and he actually saw some shame and helplessness in him.

No way, she actually thought she just wanted to eat lip balm?!

"Actually, Yizhen can give me a box of ointment, and maybe I won't have to taste it like this." Yin Xing didn't want to deceive Xuan Yizhen like this, so he had to say it in a roundabout way.

"No, that would be boring." Xuan Yizheng refused without hesitation, touching Yin Xing's lips with his fingertips, which seemed to taste even better than lychee flesh.

Yin Xing was silent, thinking that this must be revenge for her secret kiss. Xuan Yizheng didn't think there was any need to avoid suspicion between people of the same sex, so she was not moved at all and just thought it was novel and interesting.

Seeing Yin Xing silent and depressed, Xuan Yizhen thought that her rejection had upset her. He put his arms around her and called softly, "Silly, Yanzhi shouldn't eat too much. Just a small amount is recommended. Be careful not to get an upset stomach if you're so greedy."

"Okay." Yin Xing's face turned red with Xuan Yizhen's sweet words, and he felt that his image in her heart was worrying.

"Then you are not allowed to regret this." Xuan Yizhen hooked his little finger between Yin Xing's fingers, imitated her movements, interlocked his thumbs, and said solemnly.

Yin Xing looked at the hand held tightly by Xuan Yizheng, his heart beating fast. He sighed that if she could always be close to him alone, it would be no different from being in a relationship!

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