Chapter 76 Willingly "Don't rub it."
As soon as Jiang Cichen stepped into the mansion, he saw the housekeeper sweating anxiously.
The housekeeper was incoherent and didn't know how to explain. He just said, "Go to the backyard and take a look."
Jiang Cichen frowned, walked straight through the corridor, and stopped as he entered the backyard.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
The moonlight was like a stream of light, illuminating a slender figure in the yard. Luo Wan was standing on the clothesline. She suddenly turned around, spun lightly, and landed steadily back to her original position.
"Good!" Xie Yan and Chen Nanyuan applauded from the side.
Luo Wan bowed, as if the performance was over.
But that just now scared the butler again.
Jiang Cichen's eyes darkened, and his voice was thick with frost: "Who gave her the wine?"
The housekeeper stammered, "The girl drank it all by herself."
"Where has she been today? Who has she met?"
The housekeeper pondered, "The Crown Princess took the young lady to the Spring Flower Banquet, where all the young ladies from aristocratic families were present."
A hint of displeasure flashed in Jiang Cichen's eyes, and he asked the butler to leave without saying anything. When Xie Yan on the opposite side noticed that Jiang Cichen had returned, he also pulled Chen Nanyuan away with a smile.
Luo Wan saw their eyes fall on the back of him for a moment, then he stood up and left, and turned around to see what was happening behind him.
The young man leaned lazily against the wall, moonlight shrouding him, half his face immersed in shadow, the other half rendered in the moonlight, a clear and ethereal expression. His eyebrows were like ink, his eyes like deep pools, and he gazed at her quietly, his emotions unrecognizable.
Luo Wan jumped with light skills and landed in front of Jiang Cichen, but he was drunk and staggered.
Jiang Cichen quickly grabbed her arm and held her steady.
Luo Wan raised his head, looked at him carefully for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "It's you, aren't you in Yinan City? How come you came to Yunjing?"
The scent of plum wine lingered on her breath, sweet and slightly intoxicating. She had seen him in Yinan City when he was drunk. Although she couldn't recognize who he was, she knew that this was someone she had seen in Yinan City.
Although Jiang Cichen thought Luo Wan was interesting when he was drunk, like the time in Yinan City, he was well-behaved and free and easy.
She usually has a cool and reserved image, but once she gets drunk, she does some incredible things. For example, she wants to climb a tree in the Yinan military camp. What was she doing just now? Is she performing a juggling act?
Jiang Cichen was puzzled as to why someone who hardly drank alcohol was drinking alone.
But is there anyone who can make her drink alone?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Jiang Cichen flicked Luo Wan's forehead with his finger and asked, "Why are you drinking?"
Luo Wan covered his forehead in pain, but answered honestly, "I can't sleep."
Jiang Cichen almost laughed out loud: "Who told you to drink when you can't sleep?"
"The Crown Princess fell asleep after drinking the plum wine." She said it confidently and turned around to jump onto the rope again.
Jiang Cichen stopped her and said, "Go back to your own yard."
Fortunately, it was late at night, and most of the servants were asleep, so few people witnessed this scene. Otherwise, her reputation as the owner of Tingyu Tower would have been ruined. Luo Wan looked back at the rope reluctantly, but her actions were very obedient, following Jiang Cichen back to her own courtyard.
Luo Wan was gently pressed down by him to sit on the edge of the bed. Jiang Cichen leaned over to look at her, his tone coaxing: "Drinking is not conducive to sleep. It's a hangover, and you will have a headache the next day. If you can't sleep, ask the butler to get you some medicine, or ask him to prepare sleeping sachets and pillows."
Jiang Cichen saw her leaning to one side, her gaze drifting towards the void behind him, and said, "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
Luo Wan came back to his senses, raised his head and nodded obediently.
Jiang Cichen suddenly felt foolish, trying to reason with a drunkard. He turned around and sat down at the pear wood table under the window, his tone slowing down, "Go to sleep. I'll leave after you fall asleep."
Luo Wan was not sleepy at all. Her eyes fell on the table and saw the half-eaten plum blossom wine. She picked it up and handed it to Jiang Cichen, saying, "Would you like some?"
Jiang Cichen was stunned for a moment, but saw her stretching out her hand stubbornly. He took the jar of wine but did not drink it.
"Just finish your drink and leave," Luo Wan urged quietly, "Don't let Jiang Cichen find out."
So she thought he came all the way from Yinan City to Yunjing just to ask her for wine?
Jiang Cichen put down the wine jar and said, "Are you afraid that Jiang Cichen will harm me?"
Luo Wan complained angrily, "I'm telling you, Jiang Cichen actually dared to kiss me. Is there anything else he wouldn't dare to do?"
The accused man rested his hands on the table, supporting his head as he tilted his head to look at her. Moonlight streamed across his tall nose, illuminating a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be half-smiling, cold yet gentle.
Jiang Cichen raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Then he is too bad."
Luo Wan disagreed with him and retorted, "He's actually quite good to me. He blocked the sword for me, helped me overthrow the Chi family, bandaged my wounds, and even sent a message to Shen Zhiyan for me..."
As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "But I have been using him."
The people she trusted were all lying to her, and the people she let go of backfired on her.
In this world driven by power, where she has experienced countless kinds of pain, there are still people who are unwaveringly kind to her, but she dares not accept it anymore.
Jiang Cichen pinched her chin, forced her to look at him, and said, "You have some conscience."
He paused and added, "However, Jiang Cichen is willing."
She stared at him blankly for a long time, with drunkenness and sobriety intertwined and surging, and she felt that a scene was very familiar, almost overlapping in front of her eyes.
That was the first time they came to the general's mansion, when Jiang Cichen climbed over the wall and through the window and kissed her.
Suddenly, she raised her hands to support his shoulders, bent down and leaned over, slightly tilting her head to kiss him.
This time was different from the light kiss Jiang Cichen had given her before.
First they touched lightly for a moment, and Jiang Cichen felt the fabric on his shoulders being gripped by her, and then his lips were gently sucked.
His heart suddenly exploded.
All I could hear was my own heartbeat, which was like a drum, hitting my eardrum again and again.
Before he could recover, the soft touch on his lips was about to leave, and he almost reflexively pressed the back of the woman's neck and pressed her towards him.
The kiss suddenly became eager and deep, a violent kiss falling on the slightly cool lips, prying open the teeth without giving any room for rejection, and lingering endlessly.
Luo Wan was forcibly pulled over by him, sitting astride his lap, her hands gently resting on his shoulders. Her whole body tensed, and all the blood in her body rushed to her head. She couldn't think, nor did she want to think.
The strange tide gradually overwhelmed her mind. Please allow her to abandon everything and indulge in this moment.
Jiang Ci Chen held her waist with one hand and kissed her, and put his other hand on her back, feeling her thin and bony back through the thin clothes.
He sucked greedily, turning it over and over again, and the light aroma of plum wine passed into Jiang Cichen's mouth.
In the silent night and empty room, their noses touched, the young man's suppressed moans mixed with the tiny whimpers of the person on his lap who was kissed too hard, their lips and tongues rubbed and intertwined stickily, and along with the sucking and kissing movements, there was a faint sound of water that made people blush.
Jiang Cichen felt that his mind was no longer clear, his whole body was hot, and his lower body was swollen. The person on his legs was not letting him feel comfortable, moving around randomly.
Jiang Cichen pinched her waist, and while they were breathing, he pressed his lips against hers and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't rub it."
Luo Wan was slightly dissatisfied: "It's annoying."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Wan felt a sudden weightlessness. She was picked up by Jiang Cichen. She clung to him tightly, as if she was drifting in the ocean of desire, grabbing her only piece of driftwood.
Their breaths fanned over each other's necks and ears.
Then there was a flurry of clinking noises, and Jiang Cichen knocked all the candles and teacups by the window to the ground. The surroundings instantly darkened. Cold moonlight streamed into the room through the wide-open windows, illuminating the falling pear blossoms.
Jiang Cichen carried Luo Wan to sit on the table. The moonlight shone on them, casting two intertwined figures on the ground.
Jiang Cichen lowered his eyes and looked at her. Her fair cheeks, which usually did not show any blush even when drinking, were now stained with an erotic blush. Her eyes were hazy, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she slowly flowed out.
He rested his forehead against hers, swallowed slightly, and asked with a smile: "Luo Wan, you like me too, right?"
Luo Wan's heart trembled. The two of them were close to each other. Jiang Cichen's voice was very low, lazy and hoarse, but with a slight smile.
She thought they were all crazy, monsters driven by desire and without reason.
She didn't say anything, grabbed Jiang Cichen's collar and kissed him again.
But this time, Jiang Cichen was not satisfied with just the lip-to-lip contact.
Luo Wan felt his hand around her waist slowly tighten, pulling her close to him. There was no gap between their bodies, and they could hear each other's heartbeats so clearly.
His kiss moved from his lips to his chin, and then to his neck, hot and lingering.
After struggling for who knows how long, he loosened his grip on the back of her head and placed it heavily on the table. Luo Wan was forced to lean back under his pressure, half of her body lying on the table, her hands easily held in his hands, crossed and raised above her head.
His kiss was like a torrential downpour, its overwhelming scent enveloping her. The pear blossoms were still falling, a few petals stained her loose black hair and his shoulders.
However, after a moment, Jiang Cichen suddenly stopped, buried his face deeply in her neck, and breathed heavily.
Then he propped himself up and looked at Luo Wan, seeing her fair collarbone and a touch of crimson bellyband straps exposed under her collar which was slightly opened due to their previous affection.
His eyes darkened and he reached out to tidy it up for her.
Jiang Cichen's gaze fell back on her lips again. He couldn't help but pinch her face, then carried her back to the bed and covered her with the quilt.
Luo Wan poked half of her head out from under the quilt and asked boldly, "Are you leaving?"
Jiang Cichen turned around after hearing this and asked, "Why, do you want me to sleep with you?"
Luo Wan nodded.
He chuckled, bent down to look her in the eye, and said with a curled lip, "Sure, just marry me."
Luo Wan thought for a moment, his eyes suddenly cleared up for a moment, and he said seriously: "I can pay you silver."
"What did you say?"
Jiang Cichen narrowed his eyes. At this moment, not only was his lower abdomen hot and uncomfortable, but his heart was also burning with fire.
What is he?
Jiang Cichen gnashed his teeth in anger, his Adam's apple rolling: "Don't drink next time."
Luo Wan felt that he was a bit fierce and difficult to talk to, so she crawled back into the quilt.
*
Jiang Cichen returned to his room, and the image of Luo Wan lying on the table kept appearing in front of his eyes.
He was not a gentleman, but he was certainly not the type to take advantage of someone who was drunk.
He sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and reached out to hold it.
Jiang Cichen thought that he had never been a strong-willed person. He had spent most of his time in the military camp since he was a child, training and fighting all day long. He had no time to think about matters between men and women, but tonight he almost lost control.
No matter how I move my hands, I can't get back the passion I just had.
After he quickly finished his work, he took a shower and went to bed.
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