Chapter 89 Chapter 89 "Most frequently..."
Xue Yuanyin stood in front of the door and did not move until Zhang Jingxuan asked her to make way for him. She subconsciously moved aside. When he walked into the room slowly and turned to ask her for a towel, she realized belatedly what decision she had just made.
Zhang Jingxuan seemed oblivious. He picked up the handkerchief she had placed next to her bag and asked, "Can I use the handkerchief?"
Xue Yuanyin: “…”
Can she tell you not to use it?
She said, "You can use it."
Xue Yuanyin sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Zhang Jingxuan to finish drying his hair, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jingxuan's abdominal muscles.
Count them...hiss, it's not worse than before, it must feel so good to touch!
Zhang Jingxuan usually does things in a leisurely manner, and this moment was no exception. His every move was particularly leisurely, even revealing a sense of procrastination and looseness.
After wiping his hair, he took off his outer robe without changing his expression, revealing his naked upper body. He slowly wiped off the water droplets. Halfway through, he seemed to realize something was wrong. He glanced at her and said gently:
"I might have to undress a bit later. You've seen me in all my glory, so I don't think you'll mind."
Xue Yuanyin: “…”
If she couldn't see that he did it on purpose, she wouldn't be named Xue.
But she finally said calmly, "I don't mind," forced herself not to look at him anymore, turned to the side, and gave him enough space:
"You can take it off as you like. I won't watch."
Zhang Jingxuan clenched the handkerchief in his hand slightly. The wound on his back hadn't healed yet, and the water was causing a dull pain, making his already calm voice seem even more emotionless.
"So I faded?"
Xue Yuanyin turned her back to him and said, "Take it off."
Zhang Jingxuan stared at her back, his lips slightly straightened, and asked slowly:
"Do you mind taking off your clothes, including your trousers and underwear, and using your handkerchief?"
Xue Yuanyin swallowed his saliva, looked at the wall in front of him, and pretended to be calm:
"I don't mind. You can do what you want with the handkerchief. I'm giving it to you."
The air was silent for a while, and no one was willing to speak first.
Zhang Jingxuan finally threw away his handkerchief, put on his outer robe, and walked towards her. Looking at her back, he felt a little surprised and helpless. He supported his arms on both sides of her body, leaned forward slightly, glanced at her sideways, and whispered:
"Xue Yuanyin, are you angry with me?"
The masculine scent from his body almost enveloped her. His hot breath brushed against her cheek as he spoke. Xue Yuanyin's cheeks felt itchy and her earlobes felt hot. She couldn't help but turn her face to the side, avoiding his lips that were so close to her, and said calmly:
"Who's mad at you? You're overthinking it. I'm just not interested in your body anymore."
Zhang Jingxuan continued to approach her and pointed out:
"You're not interested, but you can barely move your eyes when you see my chest and abs? You're clearly into it. You flirted with me so much before, so why are you afraid to touch me now?"
Xue Yuanyin was speechless.
Zhang Jingxuan paused for a moment and took the initiative to explain:
"I didn't intend to have anything to do with the Prime Minister's Office. Neither my father, mother, nor grandfather wanted to agree to it. When the Emperor asked me in the Golden Throne Hall, I made it clear to all the ministers that I had made up my mind. You've always been smart and clever, so why are you so timid this time?"
Xue Yuanyin was guessed at and immediately retorted, "I didn't!"
Zhang Jingxuan looked at her obviously guilty expression and said, "You have a grudge in your heart, do you think I can't see it?"
Xue Yuanyin bit her lip and remained silent for a moment. There was really no point in running away any further. She turned her head and looked at him calmly and said:
"Zhang Jingxuan, if I like someone, I will be very selfish. I am possessive of him. I want to mark every inch of his skin with my mark. I want him to be convinced by me and be my servant. Zhang Jingxuan, do you understand what I mean? Do you dare to say that you are not testing me when you say these words?"
He was incredibly intelligent, but so was she.
He was always too tactful, too reserved. She was no longer the sixteen or seventeen-year-old she was back then, but already nineteen. She didn't dare to impulsively accept him. Besides, he still hadn't completely opened his heart to her, so why should he ask her to accept him completely?
Zhang Jingxuan's eyes were calm, and he met her frank gaze for a few breaths. Finally, he took the lead in giving in and whispered:
"Xue Yuanyin, I have a condition this time. I will accompany you to escort the Marquis of Qing'an, and you will come back to the capital with me to discuss marriage."
"Discuss marriage? I haven't even agreed yet, and you want to marry me without any evidence?"
Xue Yuanyin snorted softly, raised her chin proudly, and said pointedly, "Young Master Zhang, it seems you haven't said something yet, right?"
Zhang Jingxuan suddenly laughed, his low, hoarse voice rolling into her ears: "Miss, you really know how to test me."
After a slight pause, he said helplessly, "Do you really have to listen to me say those blunt and cheesy words?"
He leaned over slightly, touched her earlobe with his fingertips, pinched it hard as if to punish her, and whispered:
"Isn't that love note enough?"
Xue Yuanyin's earlobes were burning from his hot breath. She couldn't help but move away slightly, averting her eyes, and pretending to be calm:
"That letter is so cryptic, what could it possibly mean? Besides, what woman doesn't love to hear sweet nothings? You're such a gifted writer, so full of poetry, can't you say a few sweet nothings to please me?"
Zhang Jingxuan chuckled softly.
He knew what she wanted to hear, which was just those words that expressed love directly. She wanted to hear him say that he liked her directly.
But he himself was not a very frank person, and he suddenly gave her that implicit letter that revealed his true feelings because he was worried that she would think too much.
However, the current situation was neither urgent nor affectionate, and she wanted to hear him express his love directly, which was really putting him in a difficult position.
The air was silent and tense for a while. Zhang Jingxuan finally withdrew, his tone softer than before, as if to coax her, and explained tactfully:
"Qiaoqiao, you should understand me. I'm not good at saying more straightforward and cheesy love words."
Xue Yuanyin snorted, knowing that Zhang Jingxuan would not suddenly change his personality and continue to be so dishonest. She bargained with him:
"If you want to marry Captain Xue, you have to show your sincerity."
Zhang Jingxuan knew that she was still resentful of how she always lost to him, so he nodded casually.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Miss. Please tell me how I can show my sincerity."
Xue Yuanyin coughed lightly and said vaguely:
"There are so many ways. Those storybooks about scholars courting high-class ladies all use all sorts of tricks... Aren't you incredibly intelligent? Why are you asking me this kind of question?"
Zhang Jingxuan laughed, but she hadn't agreed to the marriage proposal yet. He couldn't let her be satisfied so easily, so he didn't agree and just said:
"What you said is too extreme for me. Let's discuss it later."
Xue Yuanyin curled her lips in disappointment.
It was getting late, Zhang Jingxuan stood up and took a towel to wipe his hair. It was true that his hair was not dry.
Xue Yuanyin looked at him sitting on the wooden couch, and another idea began to stir in his mind.
Now was different from the past. She finally had the upper hand and seemed to be able to be more unscrupulous. So she followed her heart and quickly sat on him when he was not paying attention.
Zhang Jingxuan paused while wiping his hair, raised his head, and said:
"Are you sure you want to mess with me in the middle of the night?"
Xue Yuanyin mumbled "No," then smiled and whispered:
"I suddenly thought of a question and wanted to ask you."
The tone of voice made it clear that this was not a good question.
Zhang Jingxuan looked at her for a while, and seeing the expectation flickering in her eyes, he finally put down the handkerchief, put his arm around her waist, and said:
"What do you want to ask?"
Xue Yuanyin felt a little embarrassed, but curiosity outweighed shame. She didn't ask directly, but laid the groundwork first and said:
"I heard that there are prostitutes in many military camps. You have been in the border for more than two years. Have you ever..."
Zhang Jingxuan didn't hesitate: "No."
After saying that, he pinched the soft flesh on her waist: "Who do you take me for?"
Xue Yuanyin hadn't intended to ask this. She uttered an "oh," and her cheeks grew hot as she thought about what she was about to ask. Under his calm gaze, she leaned over to his ear and said,
"Zhang Jingxuan, when you're tempted, you should at least find a way to relieve it... Have you ever masturbated while thinking about my face?"
The question was like a bolt of thunder, making the air suddenly quiet.
Zhang Jingxuan's eyes gradually became deep, and he looked at her without saying a word. She was sitting on his lap, her face slightly red, but she was smiling contentedly. It was obvious that she didn't want to get an answer, but just wanted to verify her guess.
He stretched out his palm and gently patted her buttocks, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Why are you asking when you already know the answer?"
Xue Yuanyin was almost startled by his pat on the buttocks. Her face flushed crimson in an instant, and the blush spread to her neck, and she said in embarrassment:
"Why did you hit me... there?!"
How can you treat them like children... Xue Yuanyin was so ashamed that her mouth felt hot even when she said that word.
Seeing her embarrassment, Zhang Jingxuan patted her twice with a sense of mischief and said:
"You're being punished for asking questions even though you already know the answer."
He gestured: "Go down, I'll dry my hair."
Just now she sat on his legs and rubbed them. Only a saint could remain calm in such a situation, but unfortunately he was not one of them.
The young master has already raised his head slightly. If this continues, he will be the one who suffers.
Xue Yuanyin pretended not to hear, snatched the handkerchief from his hand and put it aside, then sat on his lap and refused to get up. She leaned down slightly, staring at him without blinking, and said:
"Oh, I haven't finished asking! Since you've masturbated before, how many times? How often? How did you masturbate...was it all by imagining my face and body?"
Zhang Jingxuan pinched her waist tightly, as if to warn her. But she was not afraid at all, and even looked down at him with a provocative smile.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he suppressed his desire. He looked at her for a long while, but he could do nothing about her. He said:
"Do you really have to ask so many questions?"
Xue Yuanyin's cheeks flushed, but she still smiled cunningly and said:
"I finally caught you this time, how can I not ask you clearly?"
Zhang Jingxuan slowly exhaled, a wave of heat rising in his lower abdomen. He could no longer control the changes in his body. However, since she had just accepted him, he was afraid that he would have to hold off on any intimacy.
But if he did that, it would be much harder for him.
His palm wanted to caress upwards, but he restrained himself in the end. He just gripped her waist tightly, kneading it slowly. His lips touched her ear, and his slightly hoarse voice was lowered a little:
"When the war breaks out, I can't think of these things. Maybe not even once in a month. When the fighting stops, the barracks are very boring, and I think of you more often than usual, and sometimes I can't help it. The most frequent time is..."
After a pause, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Twenty-one consecutive days, once a day."
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