12 Painting Plum Blossoms
"I only held your waist, but didn't control your hands."
Jiang Yan has become addicted to the pleasure of sex lately, and always rushes back to the mansion to spend time with Cui Huaifeng after court.
Cui Huaifeng was practicing calligraphy in the study today. He ignored Jiang Yan's various attempts at goodwill and concentrated on writing.
Seeing that her attempt to tease him failed, Jiang Yan stood quietly to the side, watching him pick up the pen and put pen to paper. She didn't find it boring and occasionally helped him grind the ink.
The two of them stayed quiet for just over an hour before Jiang Yan's mind couldn't help but become active again.
She walked to Cui Huaifeng's side, stretched out her arms to hold his thin waist, and did not put her body weight on Cui Huaifeng.
Cui Huaifeng paused, holding the brush, and sighed, "It's inconvenient for me to write like this..."
"What's the inconvenience? I just hugged your waist and didn't hold your hands." Jiang Yan said righteously and even hugged her tighter.
Cui Huaifeng said helplessly: "You are always right."
Jiang Yan chuckled a few times, raised his head slightly, looked at the new rice paper he had just spread out, and said with a smile, "Huaifeng, please write something for me too."
Cui Huaifeng tilted his head slightly. "What do you want to write?"
"Let me think about it. I'll read it to you."
"good."
"Don't say there are tears when we meet, after drinking we can talk about our joys again, Feng Ping..."*
Cui Huaifeng wrote two words before realizing something was wrong. He frowned and said, "Don't say those erotic words."
Jiang Yan blinked his eyes and said innocently, "It's just flirting between husband and wife."
Cui Huaifeng was too lazy to argue with her, so he turned his pen and wrote: It's hard to meet and hard to part.
When Cui Huaifeng was writing, there was an indescribable tranquility in his body. He looked focused, and his fair neck was bent in a beautiful arc. Jiang Yan lowered her head and kissed the back of his neck.
Jiang Yan's warm breath sprayed on his neck. The soft touch made Cui Huaifeng shrink his neck uncomfortably, "Don't kiss, it's itchy."
"Okay, as you say." Jiang Yanmu stopped pestering him and rested her chin on his shoulder, praising him nonchalantly, "My husband's handwriting is really beautiful, his handwriting reflects his personality."
Jiang Yan teased him, "Does this word belong to me alone, or does it belong to others?"
Cui Huaifeng fell silent for a moment, then said, "I once wrote for the Zhao family, but it wasn't just calligraphy; I also painted."
"Oh, what's the content?" Jiang Yan's eyes darkened a little, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"It's related to plum blossoms." Cui Huaifeng hesitated and told it frankly. He thought it might not be a big deal.
"Very good," Jiang Yan said with a forced smile.
Cui Huaifeng noticed that Jiang Yan was a little unhappy. She had too many ways to vent her jealousy and anger, and he really couldn't handle it. Cui Huaifeng put the pen on the pen holder and was about to find an excuse to leave.
Jiang Yan didn't give Cui Huaifeng any chance to speak. As soon as he put down his pen, Jiang Yan forcefully dragged him into the inner room.
Without waiting for Cui Huaifeng to react, Jiang Yan took the rope that tied the bed curtain, tightly clamped his wrists, and tied him to the head of the bed.
Cui Huaifeng struggled to break free but failed, and said anxiously: "Jiang Yan, untie it."
Jiang Yan pretended not to hear and walked out of the study with an expressionless face.
A moment later, Jiang Yan came back in with a bowl of red jam and a new brush in his hand.
Cui Huaifeng was still trapped in the same spot, his fair and soft wrists reddened from the friction of struggling. He looked at the item in Jiang Yan's hand and said weakly, "Jiang Yan, what are you doing..."
Jiang Yan's eyes curved, "What else can I do? Paint plum blossoms."
Jiang Yan sat beside Cui Huaifeng, dipped the brush in red jam, reached out to pull his robe, and then picked up the brush to leave a mark on Cui Huaifeng's shoulder.
Several lifelike plum blossoms bloomed on Cui Huaifeng's shoulders. Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and gazed at Cui Huaifeng, very satisfied.
Cui Huaifeng stared at Jiang Yan with his red and rheumatic eyes, biting his lower lip tightly, as if accusing Jiang Yan of his bad behavior with his eyes.
Jiang Yan laughed happily, wiped the jam off with a handkerchief, and then slowly untied Cui Huaifeng.
Cui Huaifeng didn't care about the pain in his wrist and the stickiness in his shoulder. He pushed Jiang Yan away angrily, straightened his clothes, and quickly walked out of the study.
Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, realizing he had gone too far, and he hurriedly chased after him.
【Author’s words】
*Huanxisha·Don't say there are tears when we meet, Five Dynasties·Ouyang Jiong.
*Dream of the Red Chamber.
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