After Huo Yan left, Yuan Zhao was worried about Yuan Zhizhi and couldn't sleep.
She turned over and saw paper and pen on the desk, so she picked up the pen and started writing.
When Huo Yan came back and walked behind her, she was so immersed in painting that she didn't notice.
It wasn't until she felt a hand around her waist that she suddenly woke up.
Turning around, Huo Yan hugged her from behind with one arm, pressing her back tightly against his chest.
The action was quite aggressive. Yuan Zhao's hand shook and a drop of ink from the tip of the brush dripped onto the rice paper, smudged the painting that was almost finished.
She looked at the person behind her in confusion. The room was dimly lit with only a candle burning by the table, so she couldn't see the emotions on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Huo Yan did not answer, but leaned forward, with his other hand also wrapped around the front, and his body pressed closer to her.
He held her hand, put down his pen, and looked at the painting clearly.
Under the moon, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure dances alone.
His expression was slightly stern, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
Obviously, the person in the painting is Yuan Zhao.
This painting was also seen at the head of the bed where she was imprisoned.
So he stared at the painting and asked in a deep voice, "I remember Zhao Zhao didn't like painting when he was little. When did it start?"
Yuan Zhao noticed his strange behavior, but couldn't tell from his tone whether he was angry or not.
She explained, "Later, someone taught me, and then I started painting..."
"Someone taught me..." He tightened his grip around her waist. "Zhao Zhao and I have always been inseparable from her childhood until she got married... When did they teach me?"
When he said the word "inseparable", his tall body almost pressed her from behind, his hands on the edge of the table, and wrapped her whole body in his arms.
Now, Yuan Zhao knew that he was really angry.
She turned her head to look at him, but his face was facing away from the light and was shrouded in shadow, so only the clear outline could be seen.
"The year my mother passed away, you and my brother went on an expedition to the northwest, at Qingshan Academy..." She looked at him without a trace of evasion, and it was obvious that she was telling the truth.
Qingshan Academy... Huo Yan thought of the garden where Yuan Zhao was trapped.
Isn’t it built according to the style of Qingshan Academy?
His eyes became more and more dangerous, his emotions kept surging, and his voice became colder.
"Did Dota teach you?" He asked almost word by word, gritting his teeth.
Yuan Zhao pursed his lips and finally nodded.
"He..." She was about to say something, but Huo Yan didn't let her continue.
He turned her around with one hand, and with the other hand, he pinched the back of her neck and kissed her almost punishingly.
This was not the first kiss between them, but it was the first time that Huo Yan had kissed her in such an aggressive and not gentle way.
Yuan Zhao passively endured it, her entire waist falling down, she felt like she was being eaten alive.
Finally, when she was almost out of breath, Huo Yan let her go.
She gasped slightly and regained some consciousness.
"Ayan...are you jealous?" she asked uncertainly.
Huo Yan did not answer her, but picked her up and carried her to the bed without saying anything.
When Yuan Zhao realized what was going on, the only piece of underwear she was still wearing had been thrown under the bed.
Huo Yan put his hand through her waist, lifted her up and put her down, then leaned forward and pressed his skin against hers.
Before, even when they slept together, they always slept with their clothes on.
His lips were attached to her ears, biting them repeatedly, and Yuan Zhao's body trembled. She only heard him ask,
"Tell me...what happened during this period?"
Yuan Zhao couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and wanted to escape, but he was held tightly by him.
"Ah... Ah Yan... listen to me..." Her breathing quickened, and between her breaths she understood why Huo Yan was behaving so abnormally today. "Nothing... nothing... nothing..."
Huo Yan was much taller than her, and now he almost held her in his arms.
Hearing her answer, he left her ear with his lips, propped himself up and stared at her.
"Really?" He chuckled, lowered his head slightly, and touched her nose with his. Their eyes met, but his hands made a movement.
Yuan Zhao couldn't help but groan, and his hands couldn't help but clutch the mattress beneath him.
"Nothing happened?" He seemed to be doing this deliberately, kissing her brow, eyes, and lips neither lightly nor heavily... but he was "torturing" her in other places.
"But I want to hear..." His lips came to her ear again, teasing her repeatedly, "one by one, every detail..."
If Yuan Zhao still doesn't know what Huo Yan is competing with, then the more than ten years he has spent with him will have been wasted.
She tilted her neck up to kiss him, but he dodged her.
So she reached out and hugged Huo Yan's neck, trying her best to suppress the waves coming from her body.
She spoke incoherently, "That year... you and my brother went to war, and I went to Qingshan Academy alone. That's when I met him..."
"But that was many years ago, and I really...had forgotten it all...When he showed up this time...it took me...it took me a long time to remember him..."
With every word she spoke, she felt Huo Yan's hands moving more vigorously.
He seemed to do it on purpose, making her feel like she was being eaten by ants all over her body, yet she was still able to maintain a certain level of consciousness.
"What else has he done?" Huo Yan stopped and stood up, looking down at her and asked.
The person lying on the bed had messy hair, and the only burning candle on the table illuminated her profile.
She shook her head, her pair of watery eyes were filled with tears, and her originally fair cheeks were unnaturally rosy, as if water could be squeezed out of them at once.
“Nothing… nothing…”
"He drugged me and took me to Beiqiang. I was unconscious most of the time..."
"When I arrived at Northern Qiang, they just locked me up in the imperial garden..."
Huo Yan cleared his throat and looked down at the white bellyband embroidered with entwined mandarin ducks.
He moved his fingers slightly, still with some water on them, and gently pinched the edge of the bellyband.
"So you don't remember?" His eyes darkened and his voice became tense.
Yuan Zhao saw him stand up and thought he would stop there, so he nodded weakly.
But the next moment, she felt a chill on her chest, followed by a burning sensation.
He leaned over and his voice fell into her ear.
"Then I'll help you remember..."
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