Chapter 55: The Clouds Are Cleared and the Sun Is Shining If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have pretended! ...
With her palms resting on the man's broad and strong chest, Wen Ying watched Yan Jing's lips moving. The gentle words passed through her ears but left no trace.
[In order to obtain intelligence, should there be corresponding rewards? ]
Wen Ying often heard such words. In the past, people who said this usually asked her to kill someone or bring disgrace to someone.
But Yan Jing obviously didn't mean that.
After a while, Wen Ying raised her eyes and looked into the pool of black ink: "What do you want?"
Easy to hook as always.
A smile spread from his eyes. Yan Jing lifted the girl's wrist, guided her palm to touch his cheek, tilted his head slightly and kissed her palm lightly. Wen Ying could clearly feel his breathing when he spoke sideways:
"That depends on Miss Wen's sincerity."
The man's last tone was like a hook dipped in honey, just waiting to lure the unstable girl closer and then swallow her in one gulp.
After the rain, the sky cleared up. Yan Jing leaned against the window, and the light and shadow cut the corners of his lips into an alluring arc.
I pressed my palm against his cheek, and felt a steady pulse under the thin layer of skin and flesh. The bones and blood nurtured by the aristocratic family for hundreds of years even had a calm and regular heartbeat.
It makes people want to break the rules and see all the ugliness beneath his dignified appearance.
However, Wen Ying used the back of her hand to push away Yan Jing's hand that was placed on her chin, narrowed her eyes and pretended to be fierce, "Forget it, I have a way to find out myself."
Ah...is it really not that easy to get her to take the initiative?
A hint of desolation flashed across Yan Jing's eyes, but in the blink of an eye, it shattered into the usual smile. He skillfully paved the way for the girl and changed the subject: "Miss Wen is beautiful and intelligent, so it's natural for her to be so..."
The last syllable was still hanging in the air when he suddenly felt the softness on his lips and the sweet fragrance coming over him, and his pupils shrank instantly.
His fingertips dug deeply into the edge of the rosewood table, and his mind, which had always been victorious, stopped at this moment.
The sky and the earth are dark, and all things are silent, except for the person before me, who is as bright as the morning star and the golden crow.
After Wen Ying came back from outside, she never wore a mask again.
She used her true mask to embrace Yan Jing's desire.
After a moment, the shadow on the ground swayed, and Wen Ying's body retreated a little. She looked at Yan Jing's reaction and laughed, saying only one sentence: "Master Yan, breathe."
The familiar teasing pulled his thoughts back from the sky. Yan Jing looked at the smugly smiling girl in a rare daze, and then chuckled after a moment: "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Why do you have to make fun of me, Miss Wen?"
“This is not a reward.”
After saying this, Wen Ying leaned forward again, crushing all the man's plans between their lips.
If it's not a reward kiss, then what's the point?
What else could it be?
The right hand that was pushed away hung in the air, and finally fell on the girl's lower back, slowly tightening and getting closer.
Wen Ying felt the heartbeat beneath her palm. The cold and snow-cold flesh and blood of the cold and exiled immortal had been boiled by her into a boiling torrent of turbidity.
At the moment when the delusions and desires surged, she suddenly thought of something like the sun coming out of the clouds:
The two are in love, heaven and earth are witnesses, and she no longer has any worries.
If this is the case, then why should we hide our true feelings?
Her hand slid down slowly until her fingertips hooked onto the belt around the man's waist, but just as she pulled it up a little, she was stopped by a big hand.
"Miss Wen, I haven't proposed marriage yet, it's not right."
Yan Jing's beautiful face flushed unnaturally, the deep color in the corners of her eyes was filled with sparkling moisture, and her hoarse voice still remembered the teachings of self-discipline and restoration of propriety.
"You keep an unmarried woman in the backyard, is that in compliance with the rules?" Wen Ying said softly, kissing his forehead gently, and a teasing smile appeared on her warmed cheeks. "Lord Yan, admit it, we have been rebellious from the beginning."
"If this gets out, it will damage your reputation..."
What is the reputation we are talking about at this time?
"What is a good reputation? It can't be exchanged for gold or silver, and it can't replace military merit. Why should we care about it?"
Blocking Yan Jing's refusal with her lips, Wen Ying loosened the red ribbon, and the metal ornaments on the end of the ribbon brushed across the man's belly as his robe widened.
In the intertwining of cold and heat, twenty years of gentlemanly etiquette finally collapsed and turned into dust.
Yan Jing extended his arms, kissed the girl's lips, picked her up with one arm, walked slowly into the bedroom, and closed the door.
Until Wen Ying's back touched the soft bed, she looked at his handsome eyes so close to her, and suddenly she felt a little flustered, and she couldn't help but wrinkle his clothes.
Yan Jing keenly sensed the girl's uneasiness, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, he lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions, his voice was hoarse but still gentle: "Miss Wen, if you don't want to..."
He was responded with a soft kiss that brushed the corner of his lips, but it made his heart skip a beat.
Yan Jing looked at the girl who didn't even dare to look him in the eye, and laughed dumbly. He reached out and turned her face back, smiling as his eyes moved: "Miss Wen, a son of an aristocratic family values his reputation the most. Please remember my face and be responsible for me."
This was the first time that he regarded himself as a young master of a noble family, but it was for the purpose of asking her for status.
Wen Ying couldn't help laughing, but her smile was soon overwhelmed by other more overwhelming emotions.
She had never imagined that the pair of bony hands could be so hot, burning her to the point of being defeated. She had no choice but to press her knees against the man's chest, as if to push him away, but her fingers dug into his arms, preventing him from retreating an inch.
The jade ring hurt her waist, so he took it off and threw it at the soft pillow at the head of the bed. It still carried the girl's body temperature, and the emerald green seemed to be stained with a hint of pink.
The tip of her nose brushed against the tassel of his earring, and the blood from the bitten tip of her tongue was swallowed up. The taste of rust brought out an even crazier addiction.
When the ribbon gripped her wrist, Wen Ying could have easily broken free, but she pretended to be trapped and watched him gradually go down.
The sound of water oozing out from his lips was as sticky as honey, and the slippery touch made her body tremble slightly and spasm involuntarily.
Wen Ying tilted her head back and curled her fingers. She tried to control herself to the limit, but ended up failing.
The general who was invincible on the battlefield was now retreating step by step.
"Jinglang..."
"Miss Wen... Ying'er, look at me..."
"Don't take your eyes off my face, please."
The proud bow their heads, their integrity is shattered, madness grows, and the night is still long.
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The rays of morning light were blocked outside the bedroom. Wen Ying curled up in a warm thick quilt, vaguely feeling the suffocation. She struggled a little impatiently, but found that the embrace was holding her even tighter.
The heat surrounded her. Wen Ying could no longer bear it. She opened her eyes with difficulty from her tiredness and happened to meet a pair of satisfied dark eyes.
Seeing that she was awake, Yan Jing was in no hurry to let her go. Instead, he reached out and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, easily bringing out the bright color. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Good morning, Miss Wen."
He clearly had never given her any relief from the beginning to the end, so why did she look so refreshed?
But she had severe back pain.
Thinking of this, Wen Ying couldn't help but glare at him and wanted to say something harsh, but when she saw his innocent and slightly aggrieved look, she couldn't say anything.
Never mind, if you really have to count it, she still got the better deal.
"Good morning." Wen Ying responded softly, and then felt an unbearable heat again. She wanted Yan Jing to stay away from her.
But he inserted his fingers into her hair, the warmth in his eyes could turn winter snow into spring water, and his gentle tone was filled with a faint pleading: "Just a moment, stay a little longer."
Wen Ying knew that she should have been cruel enough to refuse, but when she met those eyes, she was speechless.
The hateful bamboo green snake is sharp-tongued and good at using its beauty to seduce people.
Just wait, one day, she will get tired of this face, and then he will no longer be able to use such tricks.
By then, Yan Jing will be bewitched by her.
She will have the last laugh in the beauty trap.
Wen Ying couldn't help but raise the corner of her lips when she thought of this. She rubbed his neck in a good mood, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Wait."
She seemed to have forgotten something.
She tried hard to recall the things she hadn't understood yet, and then suddenly realized -
"What's up with that telescopic spear?"
"Geng You can't use a gun, and neither can you. Why did you bring a telescopic gun with you before entering the enclosure?"
Obviously, she had completely forgotten about taking this opportunity to ask the Third Prince.
Yan Jing didn't remind her. He thought about it for a while and said frankly, "That gun was originally given to you. I just brought it with me just in case."
The original plan was to hand it over when Wen Ying followed her clues and found the truth step by step.
It was just that Wen Ying suddenly broke into the plan, causing it to be delivered a little earlier.
"I see." Wen Ying resolved some of her doubts, but then she remembered more confusions. "That's not right. That telescopic spear is extremely delicately made. It definitely cannot be made in just one or two months. As far as I know, you probably didn't know me a few months ago. How could you make a spear just for me?"
Moreover, the gun's extreme portability and maneuverability perfectly match her fighting style. If it was really made for her, it can be said to be a prophetic prediction.
Yan Jing smiled without saying anything, just looked at Wen Ying.
Under his gaze, Wen Ying gradually understood something, and finally asked tentatively, "When did you find out that Li Ming and Wen Ying were the same person?"
"Yes, when?" Yan Jing curved his affectionate eyes, as if encouraging her to continue guessing.
She knew Yan Jing had known it a long time ago, but when exactly?
The moment you saw the dawn? After the collaboration? Or earlier?
Wen Ying didn't have a very good memory and couldn't guess more, so she chose a simpler and more brutal method.
She raised her head and kissed the man's Adam's apple, forced her eyes to open wide, and said softly, "Good Yunlang, good Jinglang, tell me."
She had begged for information in this tone before, but to no avail.
But things are different now.
Yan Jing narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and said with a smile: "Miss Wen, I was the one who saved you back then. Combined with the timing of Li Ming's appearance, this is not difficult to guess."
Didn't you know that from the very beginning?
Wen Ying was stunned, then she thought of something and stood up suddenly: "No!"
"That is to say, you intended to let Wen Ying help me get rid of the wrongful charge from the very beginning, so you allowed Li Ming to find out the truth. If I had told you directly that I am Wen Ying, wouldn't we have recognized each other and joined forces a long time ago?!"
In the end, she ended up taking a big detour by being too clever.
"I should have stopped pretending! You should have told me you knew it earlier!" Wen Ying was furious and wanted to punch Yan Jing, but she was afraid of really hurting him, so she just patted his chest, as if in a coquettish tone.
Yan Jing looked at her with a light smile and held her in his arms: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble and go back to sleep."
How could I have told her earlier?
If they join forces directly, they can only become strategic allies. How can they chat on the couch like they do now?
Stupid girl.
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