Chapter 47 Infiltrating Everything made it seem as if she had never left...
Jiang Zhiyao is currently in front of the small wooden door behind the kitchen of the Yan family mansion.
After hesitating for a moment, she took out the key she had used before.
"Click." It's the same lock as before.
Jiang Zhiyao let out a soft breath, unsure whether she was relieved or hesitant, she gently pushed open the door and went inside.
In fact, Jiang Zhiyao had only been away from the Yan residence for a few days, but now that she had come back, she felt a sense of disorientation and unfamiliarity.
Passing by the garden, looking at the pavilion and flowers she had designed herself, Jiang Zhiyao suddenly felt a little sad.
But after only a moment of reflection, Jiang Zhiyao became nervous again and tiptoed across the covered bridge.
Strange, she remembered that there were servants patrolling the manor at this time, so why was it so quiet today? But it was convenient for her.
Jiang Zhiyao skillfully bypassed a pavilion, entered the courtyard, and finally arrived at the dormitory.
The room was pitch black and quiet. The only sound came from the trees in the yard, their leaves rustling as the wind blew them down.
A cool breeze swept through, and Jiang Zhiyao shivered, her previously feverish mind calming down a bit.
Then she realized what she was doing.
Jiang Zhiyao covered her head in frustration, unable to understand how she could have done such a thing.
When it comes to Yan Zhenxi, all her thoughts and actions seem to spiral out of control.
It's not too late to leave now.
Jiang Zhiyao comforted herself in her heart, then turned around, wanting to leave.
What a loss!
She had only taken one step when Jiang Zhiyao suddenly realized something.
She's already come this far.
Jiang Zhiyao turned back and looked at the closed door. The night was very quiet, so quiet that it amplified the turmoil deep inside her.
She took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door that was just inches away.
Just as she expected, Yan Zhenxi had already retired for the night. Jiang Zhiyao walked past the screen, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the bed.
Yan Zhenxi appeared to be asleep, lying flat with her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. However, the blanket was not properly covering her, and part of it had slipped down, revealing her open white undergarment.
He'll catch a cold, Jiang Zhiyao frowned, wanting to cover him with the blanket, but she restrained herself.
It would be easy to wake him up. Jiang Zhiyao knew that Yan Zhenxi was probably not sleeping soundly at this time, and if she approached and made any movements, she would be discovered.
Jiang Zhiyao then took out a small amount of sleeping incense she had brought and added it to the incense burner next to her.
She only brought a small amount, and the incense will be used up soon. No one else will notice tomorrow morning.
Jiang Zhiyao sat on the couch to the side, quietly waiting for the incense to burn out.
While waiting, she finally stopped focusing her gaze on Yan Zhenxi and, by the moonlight, saw the room clearly.
A faint sense of doubt lingered in her heart; the room looked exactly the same as it had before she left.
The cushions on the couch were still in their original places, her favorite tea set was still placed to the side, and everything on the dressing table was arranged as before.
Some pieces of jewelry were still on the table, not yet put away, as if the owner had selected them and placed them there to use the next day.
Even the bouquet she chose before leaving was still in the vase, just like before, but several days have passed and it still hasn't withered.
Jiang Zhiyao looked at it carefully for a while before realizing that it should be freshly picked, but the variety might be the same as the ones she had chosen before, and even the height of the different flowers and plants was the same.
Everything looked as if she had never left.
Jiang Zhiyao quickly figured out the reason; it was probably just because Yan Zhenxi's eyesight had improved and he was still used to the original layout and furnishings of the room.
She shook her head, banishing the unrealistic thoughts that were lurking in her mind, and then kept watching the wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner.
Jiang Zhiyao didn't look into the inside of the bed. It was dark there, and only a little moonlight could shine in. But if she looked closely, she would find that even where the rag doll she had taken was now occupied by another rag doll that looked exactly the same.
About half an hour passed before the sleeping incense burned out.
Yan Zhenxi's breathing seemed to become more steady, and Jiang Zhiyao then moved her stiff body slightly, stood up, and walked to the bedside.
She first covered herself with the blanket, then, not daring to make a sound, gently poked Yan Zhenxi's cheek.
There was no reaction; Yan Zhenxi looked like he was really fast asleep.
Jiang Zhiyao poked Yan Zhenxi a few more times, no longer as cautious as she had been at the beginning.
Then, as if she were pushing her luck, or as if she were venting her inexplicable anger, she became bolder and pinched Yan Zhenxi's cheek.
After letting go, some reddish finger marks were left on Yan Zhenxi's fair cheek. Upon seeing this, Jiang Zhiyao immediately felt a little guilty and gently touched the spot, as if trying to wipe the red stain clean.
But the result was that the area became even redder.
Never mind, Jiang Zhiyao put her hand down. Serves her right.
Seeing Yan Zhenxi fast asleep, Jiang Zhiyao felt indignant.
Why can he sleep so soundly all by himself, as if nothing has happened, and he doesn't even wake up when this happens to him?
Jiang Zhiyao was very angry.
Jiang Zhiyao bent down and bit Yan Zhenxi hard.
It bit Yan Zhenxi's cheek on the other side, where it wasn't red.
"Very good." After letting go, Jiang Zhiyao thought to herself as she looked at Yan Zhenxi's flushed cheeks.
The frustration in my heart dissipated considerably.
Standing and bending over was tiring, so Jiang Zhiyao simply sat down on the floor beside the bed.
It was a bit chilly, and Jiang Zhiyao frowned as soon as she sat down. Then she got up and took the soft cushion from the couch by the window.
After sitting down, Jiang Zhiyao leaned over the edge of the bed and casually played with Yan Zhenxi's eyelashes with her fingers.
Jiang Zhiyao blinked and stopped what she was doing after accidentally knocking off one or two strands.
After staring at Yan Zhenxi's face for a while, Jiang Zhiyao felt a great sense of satisfaction. The vague unease of the past few days was soothed, and the emptiness in her heart was filled.
So Jiang Zhiyao began to reflect on and condemn her own abnormal behavior today.
They clearly agreed that they would only catch a glimpse of Yan Zhenxi from afar in the capital, but now they're practically at each other's bedside.
Jiang Zhiyao finally picked up the shame and other things she had abandoned all night.
Jiang Zhiyao frantically tried to stand up and leave.
But as soon as she made a move, Yan Zhenxi, who had been quiet on the bed, started to move.
Jiang Zhiyao's eyes widened, and she quickly stopped trying to stand up and lay down on the ground.
Yan Zhenxi moved slightly, then fell silent again.
After lying on the ground for a while, holding her breath, Jiang Zhiyao finally cautiously sat up and looked at the bed.
Then Jiang Zhiyao let out a sigh of relief. Yan Zhenxi had only turned over, and her wildly beating heart was calmed down again.
Yan Zhenxi was now facing Jiang Zhiyao, who was lying on the edge of the bed. She could even feel Yan Zhenxi's breath on her skin.
It's a little itchy.
Jiang Zhiyao couldn't pinpoint where the itch was; it could be her cheek, her heart, or both.
Under the moonlight, the sleeping Yan Zhenxi looked even more handsome, gentle, and dashing, captivating Jiang Zhiyao even more.
After staring at Yan Zhenxi's thin lips for a while, Jiang Zhiyao seemed to be bewitched and kissed him.
How come she didn't know that Yan Zhenxi had this bad habit of sleeping with his mouth open? The thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before all of Jiang Zhiyao's senses were focused on those two soft lips.
Like someone who has been thirsty for a long time finally finding water, Jiang Zhiyao felt like she couldn't stop.
The atmosphere of the night and the soundly sleeping Yan Zhenxi gave her an unprecedented feeling.
However, Jiang Zhiyao was not too bold. She simply rubbed Yan Zhenxi's lips together, gently tracing his slightly parted lips and teeth with the tip of her tongue.
As if breathing unconsciously, Yan Zhenxi's tongue darted out slightly, gently brushing against Jiang Zhiyao.
Jiang Zhiyao froze for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and swallowed, before reaching inside.
Yan Zhenxi's light rubbing just now seemed to be just her imagination, but Jiang Zhiyao found the feeling and method she had before.
After Jiang Zhiyao and she separated, her face was flushed, her eyes were slightly moist, and her lips were like polished red petals, still stained with a little honey.
When Jiang Zhiyao came to her senses, she pursed her lips, feeling a little tired. She still preferred the way Yan Zhenxi kissed her first.
Moreover, Yan Zhenxi no longer kisses her deeply and then pecks her a few times as a comforting kiss, which suddenly made Jiang Zhiyao feel a little sore.
But seeing Yan Zhenxi still fast asleep on the bed, seemingly oblivious, with the glistening tears on his lips silently condemning her for sneaking in and stealing the flower nectar, Jiang Zhiyao's cheeks flushed again.
Not daring to look at Yan Zhenxi again, Jiang Zhiyao immediately left the room.
The door was gently opened and then closed.
Yan Zhenxi opened her eyes on the bed, her face full of pleasure, and chuckled softly.
But then the tug aggravated a small wound on the tip of her tongue, and Yan Zhenxi hissed softly.
Recalling the accidental bump Jiang Zhiyao had made when she recklessly probed in, Yan Zhenxi couldn't help but laugh again, her eyebrows beaming with joy.
He reached out and touched his face where Jiang Zhiyao had bitten him earlier; her teeth marks were still there.
That bit really hard, you naughty Yao.
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Upon waking, Jiang Zhiyao sat on the bed for a while with blank eyes, not daring to recall what she had done yesterday.
She would never have done such a bad thing before; she would neither have had such a bad thought nor had the guts to do it.
Could I really be a pervert?
Jiang Zhiyao thought bitterly, it seems I'll have to lock myself up tonight. I absolutely, positively can't do this again. But thankfully, no one will find out what happened last night.
After she finished washing up, she forced herself not to think about what happened last night.
Because she returned too late last night, Jiang Zhiyao woke up much later this morning and naturally didn't see Yan Zhenxi going to court this morning.
Fortunately, customers at Jiang Zhiyao's shop usually don't arrive too early, so she didn't lose any business because she opened late.
Before lunch, Jiang Zhiyao saw Yan Zhenxi returning to the mansion.
Yan Zhenxi still maintained his aloof and noble demeanor, but Jiang Zhiyao no longer felt resentful. The moment she saw him, she recalled the image of him lying on the bed with his eyes closed last night, his lips rosy from her kiss.
However, after glancing at Yan Zhenxi briefly, Jiang Zhiyao quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.
Yan Zhenxi was in a good mood today. When he saw Jiang Zhiyao lower her head, the smile in his eyes deepened, and his gaze turned to her without restraint.
The only slight pity is that the mark Jiang Zhiyao left last night is now gone.
I really hope Ayao can come looking for him tonight; he'll definitely leave the door open for her.
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