Chapter 176: Strange Manor
During the three days in London, Luo Qinglin did not do any serious work. Apart from eating, sleeping, aerobic exercise, and taking pictures of the snow scenery.
My mouth and throat hurt, my hands were sore and painful, and only my muscles were strained due to normal anaerobic exercise and recovered quickly.
On the day before Christmas Eve, the place where Luo Qinglin often stayed was the swimming pool on the top floor.
The snowflakes that night were so beautiful that Luo Qinglin could not forget them. He often took advantage of Jiang Yanyu's inattention to escape upstairs naked, swim in the swimming pool, and wait for Jiang Yanyu to come up and catch him.
The snow fell intermittently, and snowflakes landed in the pond water, melting into ripples and spreading out in circles.
Taking a breath, Luo Qinglin raised his head and looked at the snow drifting in the sky, letting the snow fall on the tip of his red tongue and feeling the coolness of the ice and snow.
Halfway through paying the price, Canary was distracted by playing in the snow and ignored Jiang Yanyu.
"You're not serious." Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's hair, pulled him away, and jumped into the swimming pool from the edge.
Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and covered the lips that were kissed so full, their silver threads intertwined and their breathing became disordered.
With his lips covered, Luo Qinglin clung to Jiang Yanyu's back and kissed him in the pool water. He stared blankly at the snowflakes falling on the ends of Jiang Yanyu's hair.
Those snowflakes were like small white fruits hanging on the branches of hair. Luo Qinglin lowered his gaze again and looked at the long eyelashes filled with snowflakes.
Noticing Luo Qinglin's gaze, Jiang Yanyu opened his eyes and met his eyes.
Their lips parted, Jiang Yanyu pressed her forehead against his, and said in a low voice, "My dear, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at your eyelashes." Luo Qinglin raised his head and wanted to put his lips to those eyelashes and kiss them lightly.
Jiang Yanyu, however, stepped back slightly, not giving him the chance to kiss him. Her fox eyes showed cunning, as she deliberately teased Luo Qinglin.
Luo Qinglin glared at him, then moved closer and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Jiang Yanyu raised his chin again and backed away, refusing to let him kiss him.
After being dodged many times, Luo Qinglin frowned slightly and scolded delicately: "Annoying!"
After teasing the canary to the point of madness, the nasty itch in her heart was relieved. Jiang Yanyu then leaned over, closed her eyes, and personally placed her lips to Luo Qinglin's for a kiss.
“Annoying…”
Luo Qinglin's tone softened and he whispered softly, pressing his lips against Jiang Yanyu's eyes and kissing her until all the snowflakes on her eyelashes were kissed away.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky, getting heavier and heavier.
The snowflakes created ripples on the water in the pond, which swayed onto the shore and then fell to the ground with a splash. The sound of the water falling to the ground became louder and louder, and after a long time, it suddenly stopped.
There were countless square packaging bags scattered all over the shore, no less than twenty.
Luo Qinglin lay by the pool, looking at the snow and reaching out his hand to catch it.
A few snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand, cold and icy. Luo Qinglin withdrew his hand and put it close to his eyes to observe it carefully.
Jiang Yanyu hugged Luo Qinglin, held him in his arms, took a bottle of prepared tequila, poured it into a glass, and took a sip from time to time.
"Do you like watching the snow so much?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
Luo Qinglin stared at the snowflake in his hand, watching it gradually melt into water. "It's okay. It's rare for me to see snow. It's very rare."
It only rains in Lincheng in winter, and it doesn't snow in Jiangcheng in winter. Luo Qinglin rarely stays in the capital throughout the year and often goes to places with warm climates to shoot, so it is rare to see snow.
Luo Qinglin watched it seriously.
The round back of the head is very cute, the hair is dripping with moisture, and water drops are sliding down from the thin neck, flowing all the way down, over the butterfly-wing-like shoulder blades.
Luo Qinglin did not notice Jiang Yanyu's heavy gaze until Jiang Yanyu picked up the square packaging bag and handed it to him, then he noticed something strange behind his buttocks.
"You again...?" Luo Qinglin didn't bother to look at the snow. He turned his head and looked back, asking in surprise.
Jiang Yanyu lowered his voice and kissed Luo Qinglin's ear, "Is it not possible?"
The dense and itchy feeling on the ears makes people feel uneasy, their heartbeat speeds up, and the desire is aroused again.
"We're going to Winchester tomorrow. This is our last day here. We'll come to London again, maybe next year," said Jiang Yanyu.
The snow scene was beautiful, and Luo Qinglin didn't want to miss it, so he turned around, letting his desire erode, and softly agreed, "Okay, you can do whatever you want today."
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The snow fell from day to night, stopped for a while and then continued again, shrouding the world in white light.
As night falls, the night lights in the bustling area come on.
It is Christmas Eve soon. The streets are bustling with not only lights but also people. The streets are crowded with people. Looking down from the high buildings, it looks like scattered stars and dust, a mixture of light and dark.
Luo Qinglin wiped the mist off the glass wall and lay in front of the window to look at the night view.
Feeling tired, Luo Qinglin couldn't fall asleep, so he got out of bed and walked to the window.
Jiang Yanyu was washing up in the bathroom. Through the glass, she saw Luo Qinglin coming out. She casually wiped the water marks on her body with a towel, then walked quickly in the direction where Luo Qinglin was.
"Not sleepy yet? I thought you were tired."
Covering the glass with his palm and holding Luo Qinglin in his arms, Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and said.
Humidity mixed with heat rushed over, and the place where Luo Qinglin had just wiped off the mist became dizzy again.
Luo Qinglin tilted his head back, half leaning on Jiang Yanyu, and asked lazily: "You lived here before? Is this your home?"
Jiang Yanyu paused for a moment as he played with his hair. He was silent for a moment and replied, "Well, it's my own home, but I don't live here often. It's just a place to sleep."
It was rare that Jiang Yanyu was willing to talk about the past, so Luo Qinglin perked up and pretended to be casual, "When did you start living here?"
Jiang Yanyu seemed reluctant to answer, and after a while he said, "I lived here for a while when I was a teenager, and lived in a dormitory when I was in college. I moved back after I graduated."
"You actually live in the dormitory?" Luo Qinglin was surprised.
Luo Qinglin opened his lips slightly, his peach blossom eyes showing surprise, pure and sparkling.
Jiang Yanyu's throat tightened, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss those lips, swallowing and enveloping them, kissing them until their face turned red and their breathing became disordered.
Luo Qinglin exhaled softly, not understanding the desire that emerged at any time and anywhere. He complained softly, but in fact he was acting coquettishly, "Are you a beast? I can hardly feel my tongue..."
Jiang Yanyu chuckled and continued to play with Jin Sican's hair, saying frivolously, "Am I not a vixen? Your favorite fox goddess."
When the words "Fox Beauty Goddess" appeared, Luo Qinglin was extremely embarrassed.
Thinking of the time when he was in a trance, Jiang Yanyu repeatedly asked "Who am I" and "Who loves you the most", and his mental confusion led him to reply "Fox beauty goddess", which made Jiang Yanyu laugh out loud.
"Stop talking!" Luo Qinglin glared at him and changed the subject, "Will you still live in the dormitory?"
Jiang Yanyu seemed reluctant to talk about the past. He was always silent for a while before answering carefully: "Well, the school is far from here, so I just live in the dormitory. I live alone anyway, so it doesn't matter."
Noticing his nervousness, Luo Qinglin sighed slightly and asked other questions, "When do we leave tomorrow? How many people will go to your house?"
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, "What? Are you nervous?"
Jiang Yanyu's reply speed became faster and he relaxed. Luo Qinglin showed weakness and said, "There is one thing. After all, you said your grandmother likes to lecture you. Will she also lecture you?"
In fact, Luo Qinglin was not too nervous. After all, they were just meeting once and spending the holiday together. There were so many people around, and Mayfied would not embarrass him.
Sure enough, when he showed weakness and acted coquettishly, Jiang Yanyu would kiss him and comfort him in a gentle voice.
"It's not really a lecture. She just likes to be sarcastic and mock everyone on purpose to make people uncomfortable. But I get mocked the most, so I'm used to it."
Luo Qinglin thought about it and realized that he could only communicate normally in English, and might not understand British sarcasm at all.
"Are you afraid of her and dare not talk back?" Luo Qinglin asked, thinking of what others said about Mayfield and what Jiang Yanyu had said.
"I would talk back when I was little, but I'm too lazy to argue these past few years. Anyway, she can't control me now, so I can only talk back."
Luo Qinglin nodded and thought about things secretly, thinking about what he should say when he saw Mayfield.
"But you don't have to be too nervous, she can speak Chinese." Jiang Yanyu said casually.
Can Mayfield speak Chinese?
It would be stressful if he could speak the language. If he couldn’t, he could pretend not to understand. How could he pretend if he could speak Chinese?
Luo Qinglin felt uneasy and asked, "When she lectured you, did she use Chinese or English?"
Jiang Yanyu recalled for a moment and replied, "Use them all."
Use all? ? ?
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On the morning of Christmas Eve, Luo Qinglin had slept late the night before and was still asleep when they set out. He was dressed, washed, and carried to the car by Jiang Yanyu in a daze.
The journey time is not long. You can reach Winchester in more than three hours by car.
Luo Qinglin fell asleep and woke up, and fell asleep again and again as the car was bumpy.
It was not until he woke up completely that Luo Qinglin realized that it was already bright outside. What he saw was a large stretch of lush green grass. There were no tall buildings around, as if he was walking on a country road.
Jiang Yanyu was holding a tablet, not knowing what he was looking at.
Luo Qinglin stood up from his legs, looked out the window, and asked confusedly: "Where is this?"
"Awake?" Jiang Yanyu replied, "Winchester, the car will arrive in another half an hour."
Gradually regaining consciousness, Luo Qinglin focused his gaze and observed his surroundings.
The interior of the car is old, but not the kind of old that comes from years of use. Rather, it has a deliberately aged feel. The seats are covered with a layer of cashmere padding in gray-green color, which matches the tone of the entire car.
The driver was an old man with gray hair, a gentleman's hat on his head and a gray suit.
The steering wheel in the old man's hand, like the interior decoration of the car, is a design that can only be found in classic cars of the last century.
What kind of behavior is this?
Do I have to buy a fancy classic car to go home?
Luo Qinglin thought yesterday that even if he wanted to go to Mayfield's house, he would just take a luxury car, but he didn't expect that they had requirements and he had to abide by the rules.
Luo Qinglin looked at his white shirt, jeans, and pink cotton jacket, then looked at Jiang Yanyu's frivolous floral shirt, who looked like a traveler going on vacation.
Why are they dressed less decently than the driver? !
"Are we going to your house dressed like this? Why don't you change that suit for me? Didn't we choose what to wear yesterday?" Luo Qinglin asked anxiously.
Yesterday, in order to let Jiang Yanyu choose a suit for him, he stood in front of the wardrobe and did those embarrassing things.
Jiang Yanyu didn't care and shrugged, "It's just going home, why do you dress so formally? I used to dress like this."
Luo Qinglin leaned over to the car window and looked out at the deserted grassland.
Finished.
He now wants to find a place where he can't even buy a decent set of clothes.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Luo Qinglin asked angrily, "You stayed up so late yesterday on purpose just to make me lose my mind, and you made me go to your house dressed like this!"
Jiang Yanyu raised the corners of his mouth, his expression revealing a malicious intent, "Yeah, before I was the only one who went home dressed like this to annoy people, now it's fine, you go home with me to annoy people."
Jiang Yanyu was in high spirits, as if he was extremely happy that Luo Qinglin could go back with him to irritate others.
Childish ghost.
Luo Qinglin sighed, too lazy to argue with Jiang Yanyu. He leaned against the car door, feeling hopeless.
Damn it, he was dressed like this when we met for the first time, his image was ruined.
As he thought about it, Luo Qinglin became more and more worried. He looked out the window and sighed, counting down the days until his death in his heart.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at the depressed Canary, coughed lightly, and quietly put his fingers to his fingertips, gently hooked them, and rubbed them carefully, trying to get his attention.
Luo Qinglin did not take his hand away and let Jiang Yanyu tease him, but he did not turn his head, leaving Jiang Yanyu with a puffy back of his head.
The canary doesn't show off her temper very often, but her temper is just the right amount, charming, obedient and coquettish.
Jiang Yanyu moved closer, wrapped one arm around Luo Qinglin's chest, and hugged him. "Hey, if you really want to change into a suit, it's not impossible. Just go to Starla's house and ask for something to wear."
Starla's house?
Luo Qinglin then remembered that Starla's house was next to Mayfield's house!
Luo Qinglin turned his head, his eyes shining, and was about to agree.
But Jiang Yanyu's gaze sank and his eyes became dull, which was exactly the opposite of Luo Qinglin's expression.
"Hey, I originally thought that if you came home with me this time, we could play tricks on others and make them angry, and I wouldn't have to be scolded and bullied alone."
"Forget it, hey... just let me suffer alone."
"I'll go to Starla's house later and find you a suit."
The vixen started acting again. Luo Qinglin had seen it so many times that he could see through it at a glance.
As Jiang Yanyu spoke, he would look up at him from time to time, his eyes showing aggrieved and lost expression, like a poor child who had been bullied since childhood and was weak and helpless.
What’s the point of speaking Chinese to him?
Tell the driver in English!
Luo Qinglin didn't say anything, just watched Jiang Yanyu act quietly, wondering when he would finish.
Sure enough, seeing that this approach didn’t work, Jiang Yanyu stopped acting after a while and looked for other ways to convince people.
Jiang Yanyu hooked Luo Qinglin's finger again and whispered, "There's no need to be so formal. I just want her to see the real you and let her know that we are a good match."
"I don't like these red tapes, and I don't want you to be bound by them. Besides, you and I matched couple outfits. If you go and change, I'll be the only one left dressed like this." Jiang Yanyu said.
"Can you wear the same clothes as me?" Jiang Yanyu leaned over, the cunningness in her fox eyes disappeared, and her eyes were as bright as Luo Qinglin's when he was acting coquettishly.
How can a white shirt and a floral shirt be considered couple outfits?
The vixen spoke in a soft voice. Luo Qinglin knew he was acting, but he couldn't help but soften his heart and wanted to compromise.
Luo Qinglin thought for a moment, and then he imitated the vixen's usual tone and said, "Okay, but you have to pay a price."
Jiang Yanyu smiled and asked, "What's the price? If it's the kind of price you want to pay, then I'm quite happy to do it. It's just that you're shy and have been unwilling to do it."
How can Jiang Yanyu use his mouth...?
No, whenever Luo Qinglin thought of that scene, he felt it was blasphemous and unacceptable, as if the moonlight in his heart had fallen and been defiled by him.
Luo Qinglin shook his head, coughed lightly, and said in a serious tone, "After we go back, you go find a uniform and wear it..."
Jiang Yanyu raised an eyebrow, surprised that Jin Sican would think of such obscene things, and deliberately asked: "Wearing a uniform? What kind of uniform? What for?"
"Anything is fine," Luo Qinglin said, becoming more and more embarrassed. "A suit will do, too."
"Why are you wearing a suit? How would I know if you don't tell me clearly?" Jiang Yanyu asked deliberately.
Luo Qinglin stole a glance at the driver, then quickly leaned over to Jiang Yanyu's ear and stuttered in a low voice, "Fuck, fuck me."
The canary's voice was soft, which made people think of the groaning a few days ago. Jiang Yanyu smiled contentedly, "Okay, not only a suit, I'll give you a few extra uniforms, okay?"
Send a few more sets...
Luo Qinglin took a deep breath, nodded slightly, glanced at the driver, and pretended to be serious before moving back to the window to look at the scenery.
"There's only my grandmother here, and Starla can speak Chinese. What are you afraid of? No one else can understand." Jiang Yanyu said.
Can it be the same?
Only a vixen can say obscene things without batting an eyelid. How could a decent person not be nervous?
Luo Qinglin ignored him and continued looking at the rural scenery outside the window, feeling inexplicably nervous.
The car continued to drive towards its destination. The country road was quiet and deserted.
About five minutes later, a pure white castle appeared, several hundred meters away, surrounded by lush spruce trees.
Luo Qinglin took a deep breath, slowed down his breathing, and waited quietly for the car to stop.
However, after a few minutes, the car did not stop but continued to move forward.
"Your home..."
"That was Starla's house. My house wasn't there yet, but we'll be there in another twenty minutes," Jiang Yanyu explained.
Do we have to drive for another twenty minutes?
Isn't this several kilometers away...
Is this called living next door? Then how did Jiang Yanyu come to throw things at someone's door?
Perhaps seeing Luo Qinglin's confusion, Jiang Yanyu took the initiative to explain before he asked, "I didn't have a bicycle at that time, and it took me an hour to walk from home to here."
One hour...
Luo Qinglin couldn't imagine that a child would walk for an hour just to throw stones at Starla's door.
There is a strange feeling in my heart, sour and bitter.
Luo Qinglin didn't want to imagine what expression the smiling black-haired and brown-eyed child in the photo had when he walked here and then walked back home.
"By the way, Starla happens to be at home these days. If you want to see her, we can visit her house tomorrow." Jiang Yanyu said.
"Is this okay?" Luo Qinglin asked cautiously, "Will your grandmother agree?"
Touched by Canary's cautious look, Jiang Yanyu reached out and touched his hair randomly, making it even messier.
"She's not a witch, nor is she a bad in-law. She won't care where you and I go. Be good and don't be so nervous."
Luo Qinglin has seen Mayfield's photos.
He inherited the title and Mayfield industry in the last century. He was definitely not a simple person. His iron-fisted temperament could be seen from his facial features and demeanor.
"You don't have to be afraid. There are people who are more afraid of her than you. They would rather not go home on Christmas Eve every year." Jiang Yanyu gloated, his fox eyes slightly curved with a smile.
Luo Qinglin asked suspiciously: "Who is it?"
"My cousin."
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Jiang Yanyu's cousin was quite different from what he described.
During the casual chat on the way, Luo Qinglin thought that Ingram was a lazy, ugly, fat, and single man who was over 30 and still not liked by any girls.
When we arrived at Mayfield's house, we found that Ingram was a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. He didn't look like he was 30 years old, but more like an adolescent boy who had just reached adulthood.
Mayfield Manor covers an area of more than ten acres and is hidden in a small man-made forest.
It is said that this place was originally a barren plain. It was designed by Mayfield himself. He first built the castle in the center, and then had people move red sandalwood trees from far away and plant them, creating a forest surrounding it.
Enter from the outermost entrance of the forest, walk through the path in the woods, and drive forward, you will see a castle with a mixed style.
Luo Qinglin couldn't describe the style of the castle, he just felt it was both solemn and exquisite. The large frame had the heaviness of Norman architecture, while the carvings on the stone walls had an ancient Chinese charm.
The fountain in front of the castle is also a product of a mixture of styles. It looks like Maria and Mazu, which is very strange.
The car passed through the small gate in the wall, and Ingram was standing by the gate, wearing a neat suit, and stopped Jiang Yanyu's car.
"Louis, let me in!" Ingram said in English, banging on the car window as he spoke, like a ghost suddenly jumping out of the woods.
The car door was not locked. Ingram opened Luo Qinglin's door and rushed into the car without caring whether there was anyone inside.
Luo Qinglin was startled by the handsome man who suddenly appeared, and moved towards Jiang Yanyu, giving Ingram the opportunity to get into the car.
Boom!
The door closed and the car continued to move forward.
Luo Qinglin was squeezed in the middle. Ingram did not introduce himself first, but looked at him as if he were a new toy, getting closer and closer, almost touching Luo Qinglin's face.
Jiang Yanyu groaned impatiently, reached out to hold Luo Qinglin in his arms, and slapped Ingram on the forehead, opening his face.
"hiss......"
Ingram was still restless after being beaten. He stared at Luo Qinglin for several seconds and suddenly said, "Luǒ, qǐn, lìn!"
This pronunciation of "Luo Qinglin" was extremely unstandard, with no tone in the correct pronunciation, as if someone was speaking a dialect that he had never heard of before.
Jiang Yanyu glared at him and said in English: "Be quiet and don't disturb my little baby."
"Little darling" is back in action. Luo Qinglin felt his scalp tingling when he heard this. He turned his head and winked at Jiang Yanyu, asking him to stop saying such cheesy words.
Ingram frowned at the disgusting name, rolled his eyes, and made an exaggerated vomiting expression.
“Instagram, if you make any more noise, get out of the car and walk in by yourself,” Jiang Yanyu threatened.
“Ingram,” Ingram corrected. “Not Instagram!”
“Instagram.” “Ingram!”
"Instagram." "Ingram!"
The two men quarreled from the entrance of the wall all the way to the castle gate.
Luo Qinglin was caught in the middle, his ears hurt and his hair was spinning because of the noise. He thought that Jiang Yanyu's bad and childish character was really traceable.
The castle gate was half open, and the golden light from inside leaked out from the crack. No one was waiting outside, and it was quiet.
When Luo Qinglin got off the car, he could clearly feel the gaze from above. He didn't know whose it was, but it was extremely oppressive and made him feel a little uncomfortable.
The weather in Winchester in December was chilly, and as soon as I opened the car door, the wind blew into my shirt.
Jiang Yanyu picked up the pink cotton jacket she brought and carefully put it on Luo Qinglin, buttoning it up before letting him get out of the car.
Ingram looked at the attire of the two men, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He had just lost the argument with Jiang Yanyu, and didn't want to talk to Jiang Yanyu, so he wanted to talk to Luo Qinglin secretly.
"luǒ.qǐn.lìn......"
Luo Qinglin felt awkward, so he had to say in English: "Just call me Lin."
Ingram nodded and made an exaggerated 'ok' gesture, "Didn't Louis tell you what day it was?"
Are there other days besides Christmas Eve?
Luo Qinglin winked at Jiang Yanyu, and Jiang Yanyu said loudly in Chinese: "It's the day for lectures." As if he wanted everyone to hear his words.
Squeak...
There was a creaking sound of old wood twisting overhead.
Luo Qinglin looked up and met Mayfield's eyes.
Mayfield's eyes are light in color, also amber, but a little lighter than Jiang Yanyu's.
Her hair was completely white, she wore an emerald green hat that half covered her face, and around her neck she wore a newly sold acacia lock from La Pluie. The original acacia lock was strung together with a thin thread, but the one around Mayfield's neck was modified to be strung together with a thick red thread.
Mayfield had no expression on his face. He lowered his head and looked down, his gaze slowly moving from Luo Qinglin's face to Jiang Yanyu.
"Jiang Yanyu, I think you won't turn back until you hit the wall. You only remember the food but not the beating."
"Go to your room and change your clothes before you come out. Bring your boyfriend with you to change, or I will punish you and your boyfriend by locking you up in the attic and not allowing you to eat for two days!"
Mayfield's face showed annoyance and his eyes were slightly wide, but he was still speaking strange Chinese. The intonation was all right and the word order was correct, but it sounded weird, like something from an ancient martial arts drama.
Mayfield started speaking Chinese, and Luo Qinglin finally understood why Jiang Yanyu also had a hidden sense of weirdness when speaking Chinese?
——Jiang Yanyu was taught Chinese by Mayfield, and it was a foreigner who taught Chinese to a Chinese person.
There were people in the hall of the castle, and they could all hear the noise outside.
After being reprimanded in public, Jiang Yanyu curled his lips and pulled Luo Qinglin away instead of going directly through the main gate.
"Where are we going?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"Go to my room."
The two walked for several minutes, went around to the back of the castle, and entered through a small door at the back.
Jiang Yanyu pushed open the door, and a narrow path came into view, with walls on both sides and a dim, carpeted path in the middle.
The path was not wide enough for two people to walk side by side, so Jiang Yanyu let Luo Qinglin walk in front and walked behind him, holding the person tightly in his arms and walking forward like conjoined twins, walking slowly.
The path was only ten meters long, but because the two of them were sticky, they couldn't reach the end after walking for a long time.
After finally walking out of the path, I found a spiral staircase on the right. This staircase should be the spare staircase for the back door. It is hidden in a narrow place and not easily discovered.
Jiang Yanyu took Luo Qinglin up the stairs, walked around the stairs several times, and reached the third floor.
Luo Qinglin looked up and saw that the end of the stairs was still very far away. The ink painting on the ceiling was far away, so there were probably four or five floors above.
This house is full of awkward Chinese style.
Why would someone paint ink paintings on the ceiling?
Luo Qinglin glanced at the ink-and-wash rose on the mural, thought to himself, how strange, and followed Jiang Yanyu to the third floor.
After walking through the winding corridor, Jiang Yanyu casually pushed open the door at the corner of the aisle.
Luo Qinglin thought he would see a bright, large, luxurious and beautiful room, but when he pushed open the door, he was shocked.
The room was very small, even cramped. It contained a 1.8-meter-long bed, a set of wooden tables and chairs, and a small wardrobe. And this wardrobe was not even as big as the one in their home in Beijing.
The windows on the wall were made of old wood, and they made a dull creaking sound when the wind blew. Looking out from inside, one could see the endless rosewood forest behind the castle.
If it were placed in an ordinary person's home, this room would be considered shabby, with only three pieces of furniture. In a castle like this, it looks like a servant's room.
Luo Qinglin stood at the door without moving, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Jiang Yanyu pushed him in, closed the door, and pushed him down on the bed.
The bed was very hard. When Luo Qinglin fell down, Jiang Yanyu stretched out his hand to protect his head so that he would not hit it.
"You used to..."
"This is my room. Isn't it cute?" Jiang Yanyu said with narrowed eyes and a slight smile.
Jiang Yanyu's expression was very strange, a look he had never seen before. Luo Qinglin couldn't describe the strange feeling, he just felt uneasy.
Luo Qinglin subconsciously hugged Jiang Yanyu and pulled her closer to him, "Yeah, very cute."
The wind outside hit the window, making a creaking sound.
There was deathly silence in the room, and no one spoke.
After hugging each other for a while, Luo Qinglin felt less uneasy and asked, "How long have you lived here?"
"One and a half years, or two years, I can't remember."
"Then we moved to London? The place where we lived a few days ago?" Luo Qinglin asked in a low voice.
"Um."
Luo Qinglin asked one question and Jiang Yanyu answered one.
"Then are we going to stay here tonight?" Luo Qinglin looked around and asked hesitantly.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu stood up straight, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he became like he was when he first arrived in London, in a bad mood and wanted to lose his temper.
"What? You don't want to?" Jiang Yanyu's face darkened and his tone was unusually impatient.
Jiang Yanyu had never spoken to Luo Qinglin in this tone before. If he had, it was just acting, not as real as it was now.
Luo Qinglin knew that the vixen had misunderstood him and thought that he disliked this room.
Luo Qinglin coughed lightly, his eyes dodged a little, and hesitantly said, "I'm not unwilling, I'm just worried about the sound insulation here."
"Soundproof?" Jiang Yanyu frowned slightly.
Luo Qinglin turned his head and pointed his chin towards the creaking wooden window, stuttering and whispering, "If you can't help it again tonight, will others hear my voice? I'm afraid others will hear the noise."
After saying this, Luo Qinglin seemed to feel too ashamed. He raised his hands and covered his slightly red face, not daring to look at Jiang Yanyu.
"You..." Jiang Yanyu was stunned for a moment. The gloomy emotions that had just been aroused in his heart disappeared instantly, all blown away by Luo Qinglin's shy look, and turned into another kind of desire.
The heat on his face was so strong that it made his head dizzy. Luo Qinglin quickly changed his words, "I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."
After finishing speaking, Luo Qinglin shifted his gaze over again, gave Jiang Yanyu a delicate look, and then moved away evasively, as if a little bird had deliberately tickled someone with its feathers, making the person itchy and unable to bear it, and ran away irresponsibly, deliberately coming to seduce others to be bullied.
Bad emotions and the words that come out of your mouth without thinking because of losing control of your emotions are all stuck in your throat and exhaled from your respiratory tract like smoke, leaving no trace.
My heart feels soft.
Jiang Yanyu regretted his madness just now. He felt that no matter how upset or in a bad mood he was, he shouldn't have spoken to Luo Qinglin in that tone.
Jiang Yanyu sighed slightly, leaned down, put his lips on Luo Qinglin's ear and said, "You are not talking nonsense, I will definitely not be able to help myself tonight."
Luo Qinglin turned his head and looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide open like a frightened little bird.
"What should I do then?" Luo Qinglin took his words seriously and asked in a low voice, "What if others hear my voice..."
Jiang Yanyu raised the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said: "The sound insulation here is indeed not good, but others can't hear it. I will help you solve it."
Luo Qinglin blinked, seemingly puzzled.
Jiang Yanyu then placed her palm on his lips, covering them with a little force, "This way, no one else can hear it.
Luo Qinglin wanted to speak, but his lips were tightly covered and he could only make indistinct whimpers.
"See, this way it will be very quiet and others can't hear it." Jiang Yanyu let go of his hand, curved his eyes and said with a smile.
"But......"
Luo Qinglin recalled the ridiculous noises he made at home in London and said uneasily, "There shouldn't be any lubricants or condoms here."
Jiang Yanyu still smiled with his eyes narrowed, and took out a tube of portable lubricant and five or six square packaging bags from his trouser pocket.
"I carry them all with me."
Fully equipped, Luo Qinglin couldn't help himself. He pretended to frown for a moment, looking conflicted, but quickly "compromised".
"Okay, then I'll try to keep my voice down." Luo Qinglin reluctantly "agreed".
It was clearly Canary who proposed it first and she wanted it, but now she is pretending to agree reluctantly and being reserved.
Jiang Yanyu chuckled and shook his head, directly and ruthlessly exposing Jin Sican's thoughts, "Your mind is full of dirty things, and you pretend to be serious."
Luo Qinglin glared at him, but did not refute. He muttered softly, "I just want to be in every room of yours... This is not a dirty thing, this is called collecting experiences. If you don't want to, then I will do it myself."
Collection experience?
Jiang Yanyu laughed and asked, "You come by yourself? How do you come?"
"I..." Luo Qinglin said with a red face, "Literally, I will do it myself."
As he was talking, Luo Qinglin felt ashamed, and smoke was coming out of his head. He had to change the subject and asked about the main business, "Aren't we going to change clothes in the room? Are there a lot of people waiting for us in the hall?"
"I don't know," Jiang Yanyu said indifferently, "Anyway, I don't plan to change my clothes. I'm going to wear this one out. If you want to change, you can choose one yourself. There are several suits in the closet, but they are all my size, so they won't fit me."
"You're not going to change?" Luo Qinglin asked in surprise.
"Of course, this is the shirt I carefully selected, why should I change it?"
Carefully......
Luo Qinglin looked at the cheap print on the shirt and didn't see any carefulness in it.
"Then I won't change! I'll just go out dressed like this." Luo Qinglin gritted his teeth. It was rare for him to play around with a vixen, completely losing his mind.
"Really? Why?" The smile on Jiang Yanyu's face became even more intense, with a sense of success.
Because you are unhappy as soon as you come here and want someone to go crazy with you.
Of course Luo Qinglin wouldn't say it so bluntly. He imitated Jiang Yanyu's usual bad-intentioned expression and threw her a very frivolous look.
"Because I'm your wife, I'll never let you be alone."
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