Inner Room
Guan Zheng swallowed her saliva. What she wanted to say would only make Yan Chan angry. Before she could reorganize her words and prepare to persuade the young marquis in a tactful way.
Yan Chan was already sitting on the bed holding her.
She released her hand from Guan Zheng's knee and began to take off her shoes and socks.
Guan Zheng was about to stand up when she saw Yan Chan turning to her with a look that was full of determination not to be refused.
Yan Chan moved quickly and in a few seconds she pulled off Guan Zheng's shoes and socks and threw them casually on the ground.
As soon as he grasped Guan Zheng's ankle, he turned around and found that she had already prepared tears, which were rolling in her eyes and were about to fall.
"Why are you crying?" As soon as Yan Chan's fingertips touched Guan Zheng's face, a tear rolled down her fingers and slid onto the back of her hand.
Yan Chan coaxed in a gentle voice.
"I'm scared." Guan Zheng couldn't stop crying, and she no longer had the calmness she used to have.
She lowered her head again, her body trembling uncontrollably, her hands tightly clinging to Yan Chan's arms on both sides.
At this moment, seeing Guan Zheng's tears, Yan Chan even wanted to let it go, but she really didn't want to let the duck in her mouth fly away like that.
So she remained silent for a while, just quietly hugging Guan Zheng to help her calm down.
Before today, she had never thought that there would be a day when she would be so patient that she could even let go of something like this.
"It won't make you feel uncomfortable. This process is very comfortable." Yan Chan was not giving up and wanted to try again.
If she were asked to give up, she believed that she would regret her decision the moment she agreed.
Yan Chan took Guan Zheng's hand and interlocked their fingers.
She had made up her mind that if Guan Zheng didn't agree, she would force her.
It's just that the process will be more difficult, but the ending is what she expects.
Yan Chan didn't move anymore, but just waited quietly for Guan Zheng's answer.
"I haven't reached marriage age yet, so don't do it to the end." Guan Zheng held her arm, her voice muffled. This was the biggest concession she could make.
She turned around, faced Yan Chan, and gently put her arms around her waist. This was Guan Zheng's intention.
She soon heard Yan Chan's response, and her face turned red in advance when she thought about what was going to happen next.
Guan Zheng held her in her arms helplessly, worried about where Yan Chan would start first.
The storybooks all say they have to kiss first, but they have already kissed before, do they need to kiss again?
Yan Chan held her and moved a little further inside, then reached out and hooked down the curtain.
As a result, the entire bed became even darker.
The sounds of each other's breathing became more and more obvious. Guan Zheng was still wondering whether she should take the initiative. After all, she was the one asking for help. Suddenly, she was startled by the hand wrapped around her waist.
The hands pinched the soft flesh on her waist. The owner of the hands seemed to like this place very much and was reluctant to leave.
The clothes were still intact on his body, but there was a bulge in the shape of an arc, which was going up along the waistline. No one knew where it was going and when it would stop.
Guan Zheng shuddered wherever the calluses touched her skin.
The temperature of that hand was even hotter than her body, but it could only take care of one part of her body and could not make her whole body warm up.
His palm continued to explore her body until it held her heart.
It was the collision of roughness and softness, the connection between the two people's heartbeats.
The clothes were pushed up, and the hem of the top stopped at Yan Chan's wrist, and quickly fell back to its original place.
Guan Zheng had not yet recovered from her kneading, and looked at the person behind her with a dazed look.
Are you dissatisfied?
"It doesn't matter if you wet my bed, but I don't have any extra clothes for you." Yan Chan said in a clear and leisurely voice.
Guan Zheng didn't understand what it meant. She only vaguely felt the belt around her waist being pulled up, and then she felt a chill under her body. When she regained consciousness, she finally saw what the white mass in the corner was.
She felt herself being grabbed again, harder than before.
The hem of her skirt was like a blooming flower spread on the bed. Guan Zheng knelt with her legs apart, and her belly, which was covered by the hem of her skirt, expanded and contracted.
Guan Zheng tried hard to hold back her broken voice, only one or two hums accidentally leaked out.
More of her skin was in contact with the air, and her collar hung halfway on her shoulders. Suddenly, the person behind her bit her.
When he let go, a tooth mark was left on his shoulder, not too deep or too shallow, just enough to leave a mark without drawing blood.
At the same time, her soft spot was also twisted and rotated.
Her mind was like exploding fireworks. Her toes curled up and she could no longer sit still. She leaned back with all her strength.
He fell into Yan Chan's arms, gasping for breath.
The teeth marks were well covered by her clothes, just as her softness had never been exposed to the air.
Yan Chan did not withdraw immediately, but instead soothed her still trembling body again and again.
It's just that the force is gentler and the movements are simpler.
Just as Yan Chan had thought, she really couldn't let go of this place.
She pushed Guan Zheng's skirt up again until she could clearly see what she was holding in her palm.
It was covered with her masterpieces, and she had carefully touched every part of it.
The cool air lingered around Guan Zheng's upper abdomen but could not reach any higher. It was tightly covered by the warm palm and never left for a moment.
Guan Zheng lowered her head to see her situation clearly, but her view was blocked by the pile of clothes. Yan Chan's slight breathing fell into her ears.
As if it was meant for her to hear.
Suddenly, one hand left, and Guan Zheng soon knew where it went.
Yan Chan stroked her cheek and turned her head towards her. She wanted to see Guan Zheng's messy appearance.
He hadn't intended to kiss her, but she looked so alluring, so Yan Chan leaned over and covered her slightly open mouth, their lips and teeth entangled to drown out all the panting sounds.
It was not until Guan Zheng's head felt so dizzy and she seemed to be about to faint that she let go reluctantly.
He then gently kissed Guan Zheng's ear, letting his breath completely linger on it.
Guan Zheng felt as if her whole body was soaked in hot water, as if she was about to evaporate, and her hands and feet were hanging limply and out of control.
Yan Chan rolled up Guan Zheng's skirt to her knees, and her fair calves were immediately exposed to the air, and they did not look dim even in the dim light.
He placed his palms on her calves, brought her legs together, and sent her to the next level.
Guan Zheng, who was already sensitive, could not stand the slightest teasing. It seemed as if even the gentlest breeze could bring her to the peak.
She leaned sideways in Yan Chan's arms, not having the energy to care about what she looked like now, but it must have been extremely messy.
They agreed not to do it until the end, so she would not touch Guan Zheng today. There is a long way to go, and she has enough patience.
Without thinking, Yan Chan knew that there must be a muddy area there, so she took out the handkerchief she had prepared in advance and gently wiped it for her.
"Let go." Yan Chan coaxed softly, the handkerchief was clamped by Guan Zheng.
It was so exciting that Guan Zheng trembled again before she could completely calm down.
Seeing that she couldn't hear him at all, Yan Chan had to harden his heart and pull out the handkerchief himself.
The consequences are imaginable.
"I really can't do it anymore, Yan Huaiqi." Guan Zheng sobbed, her cheek pressed against Yan Chan.
He had no idea that he had called the young marquis's name.
"Let's not do that anymore. I'll help you clean it up." Yan Chan stroked her back to help her calm down.
Guan Zheng nodded and rubbed against her in her arms, and then she stopped crying.
She sat up straight and let Yan Chan tidy up her clothes. Her eyes were already slightly red when she saw that Yan Chan looked tidy except for the collar of her clothes which was wrinkled by her, and she felt like crying in her heart.
"Young Marquis."
"Why don't you call my name?" Yan Chan hummed and took the clothes from the corner.
"Guan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly retorted: "When have I ever called the young marquis by his name?" She turned her head and stared at her ankles. The hem of her skirt had fallen down due to her movement, leaving only her ankles exposed.
Yan Chan looked at Guan Zheng's red ears, smiled and didn't continue the topic.
She half-knelt on the bed and hung up the curtains again. She never thought that time passed so quickly and the sun was about to set.
Yan Chan sent Guan Zheng to the door, watched her get on the carriage, and then turned back to the house.
Silently tidying up the messy bed.
Guan Zheng's breath had not completely dissipated yet, as if she was still by his side.
Yan Chan sat on the armchair, rolled up the painting that the two of them had completed together, and took it back to the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery.
Guan Zheng was sitting in a wobbly carriage. She was already drowsy and now it was even harder for her to keep her eyes open.
He raised his hand to rub his eyes, preparing to lie down on the small table and take a nap.
Her lower abdomen still felt tight and painful, so she moved her weak legs and adjusted herself into a comfortable position.
She didn't wake up from her light sleep until the carriage stopped. If she had been a moment later, it would have been completely dark.
She soaked in the steaming hot tub, picked up the flower petals scattered on the water surface and put them on her arms.
After playing for a while, she seemed to find it boring, so she sank her arm into the water, and the petals stuck on it floated up from the bottom of the water again.
She had already taken a short nap in the carriage and did not feel sleepy yet.
Guan Zheng brushed away the petals in front of her body, wanting to see if the red mark on her chest had faded.
She noticed it when she was taking off her clothes just now.
It's not shocking, but it's extremely ambiguous.
Even the feeling of Yan Chan pinching the tender bud with two fingers is still vivid in his mind.
She didn't dare to think any further. The heat made her face start to turn red, so Guan Zheng scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, trying to stop herself from thinking about the messy things in her mind.
The water droplets wet the loose hair on her forehead, and even a few playful petals slid down her cheeks into the water.
Guan Zheng blinked, and drops of water dripped down her eyelashes. She curled up in the bathtub.
During the day, Yan Chan held her so tightly... Guan Zheng knocked her head and started to have wild thoughts again without realizing it.
At night, Guan Zheng lay on the bed, unable to sleep. She tossed and turned, not knowing what she was thinking about, and her face suddenly turned red.
She pulled the quilt over her head and finally rolled to the innermost side of the bed.
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