Painting
On the way back, Guan Zheng was still in a daze, thinking about Yan Chan's last words, "I'll pick her up tomorrow."
Do you want to kiss me for whatever reason?
She subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, as if it still had the scent of jasmine.
Her heart became more and more confused.
The young marquis kissed her...
The young marquis actually kissed her!
Her pace became faster and faster, and gradually she began to jog, and now she was really running away.
Guan Zheng rushed into the bedroom, locked the door from the inside, and then rolled over on the soft bed.
She tried her best to restrain herself from making any strange noises.
She is really too excited now.
She wrapped the quilt around herself and rolled around on the bed like a caterpillar.
After venting her anger like this, she lay down flat and slowly buried her face in the quilt.
Only a pair of clear eyes remained, and the smile in them could not be hidden.
Guan Zheng was so happy that she almost fainted.
Dongxue was very worried because she was locked outside, fearing that her daughter would do something bad. After all, she looked strange when she came back.
Guan Zheng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, wondering if Yan Chan liked her a little bit.
Otherwise why would she kiss herself?
And... kissed so many times.
Guan Zheng was still immersed in joy at the moment, while Yan Chan was sitting alone in the study, lost in thought.
It is true that beauty can mislead people. She even forgot to ask Guan Zheng who the person she loves is.
Yan Chan searched his mind again, feeling that it looked like no one and yet it looked like everyone.
Although she was forced to board the Third Prince's pirate ship, she now really has to do some practical things for him.
Yan Chan felt a headache whenever she thought of her future father-in-law, Lord Guan.
Can't you just work diligently for the emperor? Why do you have to take sides so early?
I'm really not afraid that the prince, this living target, will be burned to death one day.
When Yan Chan thought of the dirty deeds she had collected about the prince's harem, her face immediately turned gloomy.
The East Palace looked bright and beautiful on the surface, but it was actually a mess inside. There were nearly ten concubines who died "accidentally", and countless maids and old women.
If Guan Zheng hadn't found me today, I would have probably fallen into that tiger's den.
Lord Guan is so cruel that he treats his own daughter like this.
But on second thought, Yan Chan felt that this statement was biased. Lord Guan was really good to his eldest daughter and specially chose his youngest son to marry her, and she was his legal wife.
He is really biased to the extreme.
If he really couldn't wait to stand on the prince's side, he could just promise Guan Qin to the prince. Why wait another year for Guan Zheng to reach the age of 15?
Maybe he's still watching.
Yan Chan was considering the feasibility of winning over Lord Guan.
Of course, the simplest and most direct way is for her to marry Guan Zheng directly, so that Lord Guan would be forced to board the Third Prince's boat.
Yan Chan started to play with the little gem she picked up again, and it was truly dazzling.
"Master, you called me."
"Go and clean up the house in the west of the city. If you can't finish it today, just clean up the backyard." Yan Chan instructed the servant.
The servant responded and withdrew, and hurried to arrange for the servants to go to the west of the city.
Although the place is a bit remote and the area is not very prosperous, the scenery is indeed nice, the house is elegantly renovated, and there is also a canal.
The next day.
Yan Chan got up early and went to the house in the west of the city. She walked through the backyard garden. Now was the best time for flowers to bloom. Yan Chan sat on a stone bench and ordered the servants to place the flower pots according to the direction she specified.
He also ordered people to purchase many exotic flowers and plants.
She had just eaten something and now had nothing to do, so she wandered around the backyard, thinking about what shape the gem should take.
Suddenly Yan Chan remembered that when she was playing with Guan Zheng's fingers yesterday, they were clean and she was not wearing anything.
It would be better to put it on the ring, Yan Chan was thinking in his heart.
The carriage swayed slowly as it arrived at Guan's house.
The time has come.
Guan Zheng hesitated for a while, and decided to leave Dongxue in the yard and go alone.
She was a little too excited last night, and now she is just nervous.
Guan Zheng sat in the carriage with her hands clasped together, muttering to herself that the young marquis would not change his mind easily.
Yan Chan drank some wine yesterday, maybe he was drunk.
Who would have thought that the teacup contained the tavern's Drunken Immortal Wine? If you don't drink the wine, it looks just like water and you can't even smell it.
Guan Zheng gently opened the window and glanced out. The carriage seemed to be moving further and further away.
She looked at the scenery outside the window, her fingers that were holding the window curled up together, and her mind began to wander again.
In the study in the backyard, Yan Chan spread the paper on the table and was sketching the pattern of the ring with a brush in hand.
She drew many styles, but always felt that something was missing.
Yan Chan racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a better idea, so he simply threw the manuscript aside, attached a new one, and drew something casually.
She thought maybe she should go out and have some fun to find some inspiration.
Yan Chan carefully outlined the peach branches, lightly touching them with the brush. There were also a few peach branches inserted in the narrow-necked vase on the table.
The sunlight from outside filtered through the intricately carved windows, casting shadows on her paintings.
Yan Chan did not devote himself to painting, but was distracted and kept paying attention to the movements outside the house.
This drawing is just for fun.
"Creaky" the door was pushed open gently. Yan Chan didn't look up, she knew it was Guan Zheng who came.
She had heard Guan Zheng's footsteps many times and could distinguish them.
As soon as Guan Zheng pushed the door open, she felt that the room was a little dim, only compared to the brightness outside.
The doors and windows are closed, which means swallows and cicadas.
Guan Zheng took a quick look at the interior of the house. It had everything you could need, and every item was cleverly placed there. It must have taken a lot of thought.
"Close the door and come here." Yan Chan's voice came from the other side of the table.
Guan Zheng saw that she didn't even raise her head and knew it was her who came, and she felt a little complicated.
She closed the door gently, and with a creak, the light she had brought in was blocked out.
Guan Zheng walked around the screen and the flower table, walking slowly towards Yan Chan. The green smoke from the incense burner filled the air and wrapped around her clothes as she passed by.
Guan Zheng nervously tugged at the handkerchief in her hand, trying to control her breathing, and stood two steps away from Yan Chan.
Yan Chan heard the footsteps disappear, so she looked up at Guan Zheng who was still keeping a distance from her, feeling a little nervous, and couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.
We kissed yesterday, didn't we?
Yan Chan leaned over and pulled her fingers that were clutching the handkerchief, and asked her to stand in front of him.
Guan Zheng moved her lips, but ultimately said nothing, letting Yan Chan take the lead.
Her tense body still betrayed her inner resistance.
She didn't hate Yanchan, she was just afraid of him.
"Can you paint?"
Guan Zheng felt a warm breath around her ears, and even some hair brushed against her cheeks.
She only needed to turn her head slightly to see Yan Chan's profile close at hand.
"A little bit." Guan Zheng pursed her lips and looked at the painting in front of her, as if she could stare a hole in it.
Yan Chan did not respond, but instead held her right hand and led her to outline small peaches on the peach branch.
Guan Zheng looked at Yan Chan's hand, which was now pressed against the back of her own hand, and her thoughts drifted away again.
Our fingers are intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish between you and me.
The warm palm wrapped around him tightly. Suddenly, the pen tip went wrong, and the wide ring on Yan Chan's middle finger scratched his hand.
She cried out in pain, Yan Chan's hand stopped, and her middle finger trembled slightly.
"Miss Guan Er has such delicate hands. How come she bleeds with just a slight touch?" Yan Chan let go of the hand that was holding Guan Zheng, and reached forward with his left hand to take off the wide ring on his finger.
The warm touch disappeared from Guan Zheng's hand. She lowered her head and watched Yan Chan taking off the ring, as if he was holding her in his arms.
The tips of her ears gradually turned red. She turned sideways to take a look at Yan Chan's expression, but unexpectedly her eyes met hers. Guan Zheng was startled and quickly turned back. Her eyes kept wandering, but she didn't dare to peek at her again.
Yan Chan curled the corners of his mouth, and seeing Guan Zheng's timid look, he had a lot of bad thoughts in his mind.
She had wanted to try something different today, and now she was even more interested.
The clean hands took off their clothes and held Guan Zheng again.
This painting still needs to be finished, and she has plenty of time today.
Just get Guan Zheng back safely before dark.
Although few people in the Guan family really care about her, they can't be too presumptuous. Yan Chan wants to keep Guan Zheng in this house.
But due to etiquette and laws, this idea can only be an idea and cannot be realized.
Seeing that the young marquis seemed to be really focused on painting, Guan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and began to think about how to paint better.
She was so focused that she didn't even notice that Yan Chan had stopped. Now it was Guan Zheng who was painting with Yan Chan's hand.
Yan Chan looked at Guan Zheng's defenseless appearance and felt a little angry, even though she was completely defenseless against him.
But that won’t work either, there are so many bad people in the capital.
Yan Chan felt a little conflicted. When Guan Zheng was on guard against her, she was unhappy. When Guan Zheng was not on guard against her, she was still unhappy.
Guan Zheng was adding some color to the painting, unaware that a hand was quietly wrapping around her clothes.
When Yan Chan's hand passed through her clothes and pressed against her upper abdomen, Guan Zheng almost dropped the brush in her hand.
She was so frightened that she dared not move, and her originally relaxed body was now tense like a string again.
"Little...young Marquis." Guan Zheng put down the brush steadily with trembling hands. She took a step back but unexpectedly her back touched Yan Chan's body directly.
"Yeah," Yan Chan responded to her in a good mood.
Guan Zheng covered the back of Yan Chan's hand, trying to stop her movements, but as her palm moved, Guan Zheng couldn't help but tremble. The callus gently scratched her upper abdomen, and the rough friction made her feel a little strange.
Yan Chan sat down, and Guan Zheng was also pressed on her by her movements.
His palm gently stroked from left to right, and his upper abdomen rose and fell with Guan Zheng's breathing, even irregularly.
Yan Chan held her in his arms and leaned back.
"You don't want me to touch you." A lazy voice came from behind, with a slightly imperceptible smile.
Guan Zheng's heart was pounding wildly, and her breathing was also disordered. Hearing Yan Chan's words, she subconsciously shook her head, and seemed to be entangled for a long time before she said aloud: "I let you."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was only speaking to herself.
Yan Chan leaned down again, and the two people who had just separated were pressed tightly together again.
"It seems to me that Miss Guan Er seems very reluctant." Yan Chan took her hands out and placed them casually on the armrests.
The hair behind her also fell from her shoulders and neck, sweeping on both sides of Guan Zheng.
"...Young Marquis, I won't force it." Guan Zheng stared at her legs and clenched the hem of her clothes with both hands.
As if he had made up his mind, he turned his head, put his arms around Yan Chan's neck, closed his eyes and kissed her.
This kind of thing becomes easier with practice, so she kissed Yan Chan the way she kissed her.
But after all, her experience was still a little shallow, and she didn't know the right method, so the kiss only stayed on the surface.
The four red lips were pressed tightly together. Yan Chan didn't expect Guan Zheng to be so "bold". She widened her eyes slightly.
Seeing that Guan Zheng seemed to be completing a task and didn't know the fun in it, Yan Chan patiently seduced her step by step, from shallow to deep, deepening the lingering kiss.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the rubbing of clothes and kissing.
She couldn't hold back, she seemed to be suffocating. Guan Zheng struggled and pushed Yan Chan's chest. Seeing that she was trying to catch up with her, she even bit Yan Chan's lips in panic.
Yan Chan let go of Guan Zheng, raised his hand to cover his bitten lip, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his palm moved to her lower back, and his lustful eyes fell on Guan Zheng again.
"I didn't mean it." Guan Zheng stuck to Yan Chan carefully, as if this could make Yan Chan not angry.
"Then Miss Guan Er, please compensate me in other ways." Yan Chan stroked the messy hair on Guan Zheng's face, wondering if there was a maid in this house who could comb her hair well.
"Then...young marquis, please bite me too." Guan Zheng paused, grabbed Yan Chan's collar and spoke hesitantly.
"Of course." Yan Chan put his arm around her legs, picked up Guan Zheng and walked towards the inner room.
After walking around another screen, Guan Zheng saw the bed behind her and couldn't help but panic. The wrist that was tightly hooked around Yan Chan also tightened slightly.
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