Chapter 219 What do you mean by having her in your heart? It’s just that you want her at this moment.
study
Yang Zhaozhao pushed the door open and stepped in. She first looked around. The landscape paintings on the wall, the small couch by the window... were quite elegant.
She found out that Marquis Anyang would come to the study at this time every day.
Yang Zhaozhao's gaze slowly shifted downwards, landing on the desk. It was neat and clean, with only a few books neatly placed on it.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came closer.
The corners of Yang Zhaozhao's mouth rose unconsciously. Here it comes!
She crouched down and quickly got under the table. But her skirt got caught on the corner of the table...
Soon, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound, followed by the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, each step touching Yang Zhaozhao's heart.
She curled up under the table, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt, her heart beating like thunder, feeling both excited and nervous.
She raised her head slightly and secretly looked at Marquis Anyang through the gap in the desk.
Although he is a bit older, he has a more mature and masculine charm and good physical strength...
As if he had sensed something unusual, Marquis Anyang frowned slightly and slowly glanced under the desk.
Meeting Yang Zhaozhao's captivating eyes, a different kind of interest surged in his heart. He curled the corners of his mouth and said with a low laugh, "Are you missing me?"
Yang Zhaozhao's cheeks flushed instantly, and she bit her lower lip slightly. Her eyes were full of shyness, yet with a hint of boldness, she said in a soft voice, "I think about you day and night. The Marquis has forgotten Zhaozhao since he married the lady."
The woman's coquettish voice made Marquis Anyang feel itchy.
He leaned down slightly and pinched Yang Zhaozhao's chin, "Little thing, are you jealous?"
Yang Zhaozhao bit her lower lip lightly, turned her head away, not meeting his eyes, and muttered softly, "The Marquis still asks, you ignore me like this, anyone who sees me will think that the Marquis hates me, how can I not be jealous."
Her voice sounded aggrieved, like a kitten forgotten by its owner, which made people feel distressed.
Straight into the man's heart...
Marquis Anyang laughed out loud at her appearance. He reached out and gently scratched Yang Zhaozhao's nose, his eyes full of doting, "My little darling, it's my fault for not paying attention to your thoughts."
"Knock knock knock..." There was a knock on the door.
Then, the respectful voice of the maid beside the Marquis' wife rang out, "Your Majesty has worked hard, and Madam has specially prepared ginseng tea, saying that it is to refresh your mind."
The voice was neither too loud nor too low, perfectly breaking the charming atmosphere that was originally overflowing in the study.
The smile on Marquis Anyang's face froze for a moment, and a hint of imperceptible annoyance flashed in his eyes. He winked at Yang Zhaozhao, wanting her to come out.
But the woman pretended not to see it and shrank under the table.
Her rosy lips pursed slightly, she silently made the shape of "no" with her mouth, and raised her eyebrows provocatively.
Marquis Anyang also became interested and raised his voice, "Come in."
The nanny pushed the door open and walked in, holding a lacquer tray with a cup of steaming ginseng tea on it.
She walked to the desk, bowed slightly, and placed the ginseng tea steadily on the table. "My Lord, the Madam also said that if you have any instructions, just send someone to tell her."
Marquis Anyang nodded slightly, picked up the ginseng tea, and took a sip. "Thank my wife for me. Tell her not to worry. Everything is fine here."
Yang Zhaozhao, who was hiding under the table, rolled her eyes. Instead of staying still, she reached out and gently teased Marquis Anyang's calf.
The fingertips moved lightly across the fabric, the movements gentle yet somewhat provocative.
Marquis Anyang's body stiffened slightly, and he almost couldn't control his expression.
He pretended to be calm, picked up the teacup and took a sip, trying to hide his strangeness.
The nanny seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a little strange, and her eyes subconsciously swept around the study.
"My Lord, you...?"
"Nothing, you can leave." Anyang Hou's voice became slightly tense and his speech speed became a bit faster.
Seeing that the nanny was still hesitating, Yang Zhaozhao became more and more bold in his movements.
The other hand also reached out quietly, gently pulling the corner of Anyang Hou's clothes, and even opened his mouth slightly and bit his leg through his pants.
Marquis Anyang almost choked and coughed violently a few times, causing some tea to spill onto his clothes.
"My Lord!" The nanny was horrified and hurried forward to help.
"None of your business!" Anyang Hou was a little angry and said in a high voice, "Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?"
The nanny was frightened by the sudden scolding and turned pale. She dared not say anything more. She hurriedly bowed and retreated.
When the sound of Mammy's footsteps completely faded, Marquis Anyang dragged Yang Zhaozhao out from under the table and said in feigned anger, "You little devil, you were almost discovered! I'll teach you a lesson!"
But he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He held Yang Zhaozhao tightly in his arms, and the study was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere again.
Yang Zhaozhao took the initiative to kiss Marquis Anyang's lips, pretending to be awkward and eager, and put her hands on the man's neck.
Marquis Anyang leaned comfortably in the chair, letting her serve him like this, one hand gently stroking her back, the other hand playing with her ink-black hair.
Occasionally responding to her would cause Yang Zhaozhao to tremble.
Afterwards, Marquis Anyang tidied Yang Zhaozhao's messy hair. "The mistress has just arrived, so we must consider her appearance. Although I miss you, I can't be too obvious. I'm sorry for putting you down."
Yang Zhaozhao leaned in the arms of Marquis Anyang, rolled his eyes, and said it was nice...
But she still nodded obediently, "Zhao Zhao understands. As long as the Marquis has this kind of affection for Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao will be satisfied."
"Zhao Zhao doesn't want to cause trouble for the Marquis. As long as she can be by his side often, she will be satisfied."
Marquis Anyang looked at her sensible appearance and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart. He gently touched her head and said, "Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."
"You go first. I still have some things to take care of. I'll come see you when I'm free."
Yang Zhaozhao nodded obediently, got up from his arms, tidied her clothes, looked up at Marquis Anyang, her eyes full of attachment and reluctance.
"Then Zhao Zhao will wait for the Marquis to come find me. The Marquis must remember this."
After saying that, he did not forget to gently hook the corner of Anyang Hou's clothes with his fingers.
She walked towards the door, looking back every few steps, deliberately trying to seduce the man and keep him there for a while longer.
But until she reached the door, there was only silence behind her, and Marquis Anyang had turned his attention back to the book open on the desk.
Yang Zhaozhao cursed the man inwardly and quickly left...
Behind the rockery, the nanny did not leave, but hid there.
She looked at Yang Zhaozhao's back, her brows furrowed. There was indeed a woman in the study who was seducing the Marquis!
"This Concubine Yang is so bold! She actually dared to do such a thing in the Marquis's study. She totally disregards the Madam!"
The nanny muttered indignantly, her face full of indignation. "Bah, brothel behavior..."
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