Chapter 471: Hard to Coax
Ying Zhilin felt itchy inside when she laughed at him.
He grabbed Wen Yan's hand and whispered, "What if it is? What are you going to do?"
Wen Yan held his hand in return: "That means you agree to help!"
Yingzhi Lin realized it later and he fell into Wen Yan's trap.
But isn't this his routine?
Ying Zhilin: "I can help, but you can't let me work in vain."
"What do you want?" Wen Yan asked back, feeling a sense of unease gradually rising in her heart.
"Master, don't you know best what I want?" Ying Zhilin suddenly approached, and the elegant sandalwood scent on his body instantly surrounded her.
"You...what do you want to do!" Wen Yan leaned back and distanced herself from him.
"Master, don't you always know what I want?" Ying Zhilin untied his belt neatly.
The loose official uniform had no belt, and the collar was open, revealing his strong chest.
Wen Yan rolled her eyes and looked away.
Ying Zhilin took her hand and put it into his arms.
Wen Yan quickly pulled her hand away, suddenly realizing: "Ying Zhilin, you did it on purpose!"
Yingzhi Lin naturally did not admit it and cried out that he was wronged.
He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and choked up, "Master, if you want me to work for nothing, just say it directly. Why bother to act like you're negotiating with me?
I made a request, but you didn’t agree and even wronged me…”
As Ying Zhilin spoke, his eyes became red and tears appeared in his eyes.
Even though she knew he was pretending, she still couldn't be angry. "...That's not what I meant."
"Then what does the master mean?" Ying Zhilin suddenly let go of her hand. "I have overstepped my bounds. Please punish me, master. If you want me to do something, just tell me directly."
He lowered his eyes, stepped aside, groveled, and was about to kneel down.
Wen Yan grabbed his arm and said, "What do you want to do? Do you really think of yourself as a male concubine?"
"Master, don't you like it?"
Wen Yan pursed her lips: "You force me like this!"
Ying Zhilin half-knelt in front of her, held her hand, and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand: "I'm not forcing you, I'm begging you to have mercy on me.
I'm handsome and obedient, and I can help you with your worries. Isn't it good to have a male lover like me?"
What's good about it!
Wen Yan roared in his heart.
Her reaction was a little slow.
Ying Zhilin pressed on, "Please pamper me!
As long as you pamper me, I am willing to do anything you ask me to do."
"Touch my face? Is my skin smooth?
Touch my arms and my waist muscles..."
Ying Zhilin posted it himself.
He held Wen Yan's hand and did whatever he wanted to her, and from time to time she let out a moan that made people feel distracted.
Looking at Ying Zhilin half-kneeling in front of him asking for sex, it was hard to associate him with the self-disciplined, polite, upright and humble man he was when they first met.
Is it because of me that he became like this?
Is it because of my own ambiguity and unclear boundaries that gradually turned him into what he is now?
Wen Yan couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
She felt that she had harmed him by forcing a serious scholar to become a prostitute.
She also inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment, as she was the one who pulled a gentleman down from the altar and turned him into a frivolous and charming man.
Moreover, he only showed his degradation to her.
When men were "persuading prostitutes to become good women and luring decent women into prostitution," were they in the same mindset as she is now?
Just when she was stunned.
Yingzhi Lin is already pressing forward step by step.
He kissed the back of her hand, forearm, shoulder, neck, jaw and finally her lips through her black shirt.
Each stroke was done carefully and seriously as if he was leaving a mark on her.
Ying Zhilin's kiss was both gentle and domineering.
After Wen Yan was kissed a few times by him, she was unable to resist.
Ying Zhilin pinched her waist, put his finger against her earlobe, and asked her in a whisper, "Do you want to stay under the grape arbor or go back to your room?"
Wen Yan felt half of her body numb, and her voice became hoarse: "Whatever you like."
It wasn't her who did the work anyway.
"You..." Ying Zhilin took a breath, his body tensed, and he buried his face in her neck, "Are you trying to tease me to death?"
"Then you should die in front of me!"
Ying Zhilin chuckled softly, "The title of the first male favorite to die in the master's bed in Dayong sounds quite good!
Such deeds should be recorded in history books and passed down through the ages!"
He suddenly picked her up and strode back to the room.
**
The next day.
Wen Yan slept until she woke up naturally.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I found Ying Zhilin's handsome face close to me.
"You're awake!" Ying Zhi Lin Chong smiled sweetly at her and came over to kiss her.
Wen Yan subconsciously stepped back.
Ying Zhilin kissed nothing.
Wen Yan felt a little embarrassed and was unsure how to treat him.
"Um..." She wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.
Ying Zhilin's eyes were red, and he looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."
He rolled over and got out of bed, like a poor puppy whose meat bone had been taken away.
Wen Yan's conscience was instantly condemned.
Her hands moved faster than her brain to grab the hem of his shirt.
Ying Zhilin fell back onto the bed, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
He lowered his eyes, not looking at Wen Yan, his expression stubborn and aggrieved.
Wen Yan racked her brains to come up with an excuse to appease him: "Can you please stop getting angry so easily? Who wouldn't be scared when they wake up early in the morning and see someone else next to them? I didn't react for a moment."
"I can't." Ying Zhilin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear fell.
He mustered up his courage and looked at Wen Yan with tearful eyes, "Do you know how happy I was when I woke up in the morning and saw you by my side?
It was as if the whole world was bright, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the birds outside the window were singing to congratulate me..."
Wen Yan felt more and more guilty.
Unable to find words of comfort, she could only grab him by the collar and silence his unfinished words with a kiss.
Ying Zhilin got what he wanted, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably.
Wen Yan let go of him and wiped the tears from his face: "Okay, don't cry, it's all my fault."
"It's not enough."
Wen Yan thought he was saying that the apology was not enough.
She adjusted her posture and apologized to him again solemnly: "It's my fault. I won't make you cry again..."
"It's not an apology, it's just that a kiss isn't enough!" Ying Zhilin looked at her with a smile through his tears.
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment.
Ying Zhilin had already taken the initiative to kiss her.
After a while, Wen Yan responded soothingly.
Ying Zhilin took advantage of the situation and grabbed the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.
Ying Zhilin seemed to have endless energy.
When Wen Yan was freed again, she was so tired that her waist and limbs were sore and she was out of breath.
"You must be hungry. Have some snacks first, and then I'll take you to eat." Ying Zhilin carried the cleaned Wen Yan back to the dressing mirror.
He gave her a snack and combed her hair himself.
Wen Yan was really hungry.
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