60 Tenderness
◎Use a little force, like scratching an itch.
Although the sun came out in the afternoon and it was a little warmer, the temperature returned to being chilly in the evening.
Wei Ziyan hadn't been able to bathe during the two days she'd been bedridden, and she'd been feeling unwell. So, today, she took a nice bath. She comfortably returned to her bedroom, only to find Yan Qi lying in bed.
"I'll warm your bed." He stood up and made room for me, wearing only thin pajamas.
Wei Ziyan turned away, too embarrassed to look at him. She found his veiled rhetoric somewhat amusing. She climbed onto the bed and sank under the covers, waving to the man still lingering by the bedside. "I'm going to rest now."
"It's a bit cold tonight. Can I...sleep here?"
As expected, Wei Ziyan thought to herself, and with a forced expression, she looked at the person who had spoken out in a strange way, "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
"There's no carbon in the study, so of course I'm afraid of the cold."
"Then ask Leng Xiang to add a charcoal brazier for you."
"...The window over there is still drafty."
"The window over here isn't closed either!" Wei Ziyan pointed in that direction, "You opened it."
“…”
Unable to find any other excuses, Yan Qizheng simply gave up and sat down on the edge of the bed: "You have to tell me what it will take for me to come back and sleep."
"You're saying it as if I'm chasing you away, and you didn't insist on going to the study?"
"..." Yan Qizheng paused, "Are you still angry with me?"
What a blockhead!
Wei Ziyan sighed inwardly and asked, "Didn't I tell you not to come back and sleep?"
Yan Qizhen was stunned when he heard this.
"You've been complaining about the study being inadequate. I never said anything about not letting you sleep back here. However, I only have one quilt, and I can't give it to you..."
"I won't steal your quilt."
Yan Qizhen was already overjoyed. Without waiting for her to finish her words, he immediately went out and told Leng Xiang to bring the quilt and pillow from the study.
Wei Ziyan lay down in bed, sleeping on the inside as usual to make room for him.
The maids had been waiting for this moment, and in the blink of an eye, they swiftly brought in quilts and pillows. Yan Qi turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, feeling a mixture of emotion and joy.
The curtains were filled with a faint fragrance, all of which were familiar to him.
Turning his head to look inside, he saw the person lying flat on his back, eyes closed, sound asleep. But how could he be so quiet? He had endured it for so long, and it had been so turbulent for so many days, and he just wanted to hold him in his arms and cherish him.
Especially when he recalled the brief kiss in the afternoon, the blood in his body suddenly became hot.
Yan Qizheng tentatively reached his right hand into the quilt beside him, found a soft palm, and held it in his palm. Seeing that she did not struggle, he became bolder, turned sideways, and moved closer to her.
"Zi Yan..."
He called out softly, held her face with his left hand and gently turned her over.
Wei Ziyan lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were shy and timid. Yan Qizheng took a deep breath and couldn't help but kiss her, gently touching her, then slowly moving down, sliding across her delicate cheek and landing on her soft lips.
Their breaths intertwined, and he finally slowly pressed his lips against hers.
Just as soft and alluring as he'd imagined, he couldn't help but sigh, but it seemed to startle her and she retreated. Yan Qizheng placed his hand behind her head, preventing her from retreating and continuing to linger with him...
After a while, Yan Qizheng separated his lips from Wei Ziyan and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Did I kiss you when I was drunk?"
He remembered.
He kissed the forehead, not the mouth.
Those fantasies only exist in dreams, so they still feel unreal at this moment.
Across the quilt, Yan Qizheng held her in his arms: "Am I dreaming now? Pinch me?"
Wei Ziyan was originally too embarrassed to speak, but upon hearing this she couldn't help but smile and pinched his arm without any hesitation. But it was hard and she couldn't pinch it.
A laugh escaped Yan Qizheng's throat: "Use a little more force, like scratching an itch."
Hearing this, Wei Ziyan raised her hand and pinched his face hard. Yan Qizheng smiled, caught the hand on his face, and put it to his lips.
"If you feel unhappy in the future, pinch me, don't say anything angry."
"What did I say?"
Wei Ziyan didn't know what angry words he was referring to for a moment. Yan Qi was holding her hand tightly and speaking in a firm tone.
"It's best to forget about it. Don't even think about divorce! I can't push you to someone else, no matter who he is!"
“…”
Wei Ziyan's head turned, and she remembered that he had remembered that sentence: "If you don't want me, forget it. After we get divorced, there will naturally be someone who is willing to take me!"
Wei Ziyan couldn't help but laugh and apologize, mumbling: "You said it was just a rant...it doesn't count..."
"You were just angry, I was speaking from the heart."
Yan Qizheng's tone softened, and the look he gave her was even more tender: "I only like you..."
Suddenly, the affectionate words entered Wei Ziyan's ears, and her face flushed. She lowered her eyes in shame and dared not meet his gaze, but he put his lips to her ear.
"I also...as long as you..."
The scorching breath rolled over the soft earlobe, and the temperature became hotter and hotter.
"The quilt is too thick... I can't hold it comfortably..." Yan Qi's voice came out in a hoarse voice with his increasingly heavy breathing. Wei Ziyan's face became hotter and hotter, and her voice became thinner.
"So... what do you want?"
The next second he released himself, yanking the covers off between them, pulling her in and covering them again.
"so."
Suddenly, there was no obstacle between the two of them. Wei Ziyan's left shoulder was against him, and her slightly cool thigh was touched by the hot temperature that did not belong to her, which made her heart hang in the air in an instant.
"But... it's a bit crowded..."
The whispers were as thin as a mosquito's, and Yan Qizheng didn't know whether he was angry or amused. Considering that she wasn't fully recovered yet, he didn't plan to do anything. They were just lying down, and this was already crowded?
"Then this."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm, passed it under her neck, bent his elbow, and pulled her into his arms.
Wei Ziyan's face was now pressed against his chest, her heart pounding fiercely, and she could hear a similar sound in her ears. At first, she thought her heartbeat was too loud, but then she realized that the sound was coming from under her chest where she lay.
It was Yan Qizhen's heartbeat.
Wouldn't he...
As nervous as she is?
"you……"
She was still thinking of mocking him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, someone lifted her chin, and a hot breath hit her in the face. Yan Qi lowered his head and sealed her mouth.
It wasn't the gentle touch they'd made during the day, nor the tenderness and caress they'd felt just now. Instead, he pressed down on her lips with a firm pressure, rubbing and grinding them. Wei Ziyan was held in his arms, with no room to retreat. Within moments, his kisses had left her breathless, and she couldn't help but gasp.
The voice was so captivating that Yan Qizhen felt so hot all over that the sound that came out of his mouth was hoarse and muffled.
"Yan'er..."
The remaining concerns eventually outweighed his desire for her, and he threw back the quilt and got out of bed.
"You go to sleep first."
Having read two books, Wei Ziyan immediately understood what Yan Qi was doing. Her cheeks burned even hotter, and she suddenly understood what he had meant by "If you come closer, I'll be rude to her."
Wei Ziyan was wrapped in a quilt alone, her heart pounding with a hint of sweetness.
However, after waiting for a long time, she was already drowsy before Yan Qizheng came back. When she fell into his cool embrace again, she only opened her eyes drowsily for a moment before hurriedly meeting Zhou Gong.
Yan Qi was kissing her forehead but there was no response. He lowered his head to see her with her eyelashes closed and her red lips slightly parted, looking as if she was ready to be picked. His thoughts, which had just cooled down, became restless again.
He deserves it for what he has done. He has to be so angry! If he had no troubles in his life, why would I have to endure it until now?
The feeling of kissing and hugging, but not being able to go to the end, really made Yan Qizheng extremely tormented! If time could go back, he would definitely wake up his stupid head!
However, since she could go back in time, why not go back to the time of their engagement? When she was in love with her beloved brother Yan, she had grown up with him as a childhood sweetheart.
This way, she wouldn't fall in love with anyone else. In fact, it would be impossible for her to even meet that person.
Then, when she reaches marriage age, he will marry her and they will live happily ever after in harmony...
Yan Qi was immersed in his own beautiful fantasy, but he didn't expect his body to wake up quietly with the vigor of blood. The soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms was really deadly...
After taking another deep breath of the fragrance in his arms, Yan Qi reluctantly moved out of the bed, grabbed the quilt thrown at the end of the bed, and wrapped himself up alone...
Wei Ziyan, who had already fallen asleep, was completely unaware of this. She slept exceptionally soundly that night, and when she woke up, she felt relaxed and refreshed.
The only slight regret was that when I opened my eyes, the other side of the bed was empty.
Yan Qizhen got up early alone as usual.
"Where are the others?"
"My son-in-law went to the stable early this morning." Qiu Luo said as she helped her get dressed. "I heard from Du Juan that he left just after dawn. It must have been more than an hour."
Wei Ziyan pouted.
Just coaxed her into going horseback riding...
Du Juan hadn't combed her hair for two days, and she claimed that she would make a unique and beautiful bun for her today.
Ping'er said the last butterfly was good, but Qiuluo said she wanted a different style. Lengxiang folded her hands, thinking that no matter what style Dujuan came up with, she could find a suitable dress for the young lady.
"I'm not going out today." Wei Ziyan sat in front of the dressing table, finding the girls' energy funny.
Ping'er said quickly: "Just prepare for tomorrow."
I see.
Wei Ziyan was even more amused: "I'm going to a banquet, not to choose a concubine."
"You can't say that. After all, when we go to the palace for a banquet, the ladies of each family will definitely be dressed up, and we can't lose the limelight. Besides, the young lady is so beautiful, wouldn't it be a waste of her natural beauty if she didn't dress up properly?"
Ping'er's words were unanimously agreed with by the others, making Wei Ziyan feel a little embarrassed. Well, let's just wait and see what kind of fairy they're going to make her out to be.
Three quarters of an hour later, Ping'er placed the mirror back on the table, and she finally got a glimpse of her current appearance. Her eyebrows and eyes were painted, her lipstick was thickly powdered, her hair was in a high bun, and it was adorned with golden hairpins and step-shake ornaments, just like her wedding day.
Looking at the cloud brocade robes with peony and bird patterns held by Leng Xiang and Qiu Luo on the left and right, Wei Ziyan quickly raised her hand to stop them.
"Stop it, what do you want me to do?"
It would be better for her not to go if she were to dress like this.
“When your eldest master comes back and sees this, he’ll think I’m going to—” The remaining words got stuck in her throat, and Wei Ziyan’s eyes were fixed on the face that appeared quietly.
"What do you want?" Yan Qizhen walked in and just as he asked the question, he was suddenly stunned when his eyes fell on her face.
As far as I can remember, such a beautiful and breathtaking scene only happened on the wedding day.
The maids tactfully withdrew. Wei Ziyan blinked, straightened herself, and took off her hairpin in front of the bronze mirror. Just as she pulled it out, a hand wrapped around hers and inserted it back.
She saw Yan Qizheng's face in the mirror, and the next second, a hand gently pinched her chin and turned her face. Wei Ziyan raised her eyelashes and fell into his deep eyes.
"do what?"
He just stared at her without saying a word, which made her feel embarrassed.
At this moment, the heartbeat of drinking the wedding wine together was still fresh in his mind. A trace of regret tugged at the corner of Yan Qizheng's mouth, his eyes lingering on the red lips before him: "I was thinking... what a pity to miss the wedding night..."
In broad daylight, these words were already embarrassing. Seeing him staring at something with ill intent, Wei Ziyan hurriedly covered her mouth: "It's all lip balm, people can see it."
It means, you can’t kiss.
The worst that can happen is just a few more lipstick marks, is that not acceptable?
Yan Qizheng imagined with some regret that if he forced her to go to the "bridal chamber" now, she would probably be sent to sleep in the study again, with no hope of returning...
"If you won't let me kiss you, who will I paint for?"
Yan Qi casually picked up the handkerchief on the table and gently wiped the lip balm on her lips.
"It's because they want me to be painted like this before entering the palace tomorrow..." Wei Ziyan muttered helplessly, and suddenly paused.
"No." Yan Qizhen paused and then continued, using more force than before, as if he wanted to wipe her clean thoroughly.
"I put so much on it and swallowed it all."
Hearing the displeasure in his tone, Wei Ziyan figured out some of the hidden meaning behind his words and almost burst out laughing.
"How can something on your face be eaten?"
As soon as she finished her teasing words, he grabbed a piece of her face and leaned forward, pretending to bite her. She dodged left and right with a startled laugh, almost sliding off the chair.
Yan Qizheng put his arms around her and asked with a half-smile, "Do you understand now?"
"Zhi-ri, Zhi-ri!" How could Wei Ziyan dare to provoke him again? She nodded in surrender and was finally let go. He called Ping'er to wash her face.
"The eldest master just thinks the young lady is too pretty and he doesn't want others to see her." Ping'er pouted and whispered to her secretly. Wei Ziyan pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word.
Immediately, Ping'er told her: "The eldest master brought back some delicious food, it smells so good!"
Didn’t you go horseback riding? Why did you bring back food?
A hint of doubt flashed through Wei Ziyan's mind, but the mention of delicious food piqued her interest. She quickly cleaned her face, not putting on any powder, but only applying some facial cream to protect her face, and hurried out to see what the delicious food was.
Before he even reached there, he heard Yan Qi asking Qiu Luo in the outer room, "What else did your young lady do for me secretly?"
"When my son-in-law left home, the young lady wrote a letter home, but she didn't send it."
"A letter from home? Where is it?"
"It's gone. It was originally placed..."
"Hmm!" Wei Ziyan coughed lightly and walked over slowly.
When Qiu Luo saw her young lady coming, she immediately fell silent and avoided him. Wei Ziyan sat down next to Yan Qizheng and looked at the small square boxes on the table. "What are these?"
"The dried fruits you like." Yan Qizhen opened the lids one by one.
After riding a horse for a while in the morning, I saw that it was still early, so I went out to find a candied fruit shop and bought these for her.
"And a bag of fried tofu."
Wei Ziyan had just happily picked up a piece of dried fruit when she saw Yan Qi spreading out the oil paper. The aroma of fried tofu suddenly spread. No wonder Ping'er had said it was delicious. It smelled similar to the shop Xu Ji had discovered last time. She had been unlucky enough not to have eaten that time, but today she finally made up for it.
"How did you know I wanted to taste this?"
"If you want to know, you will know it naturally."
Yan Qizhen answered in a pretentious manner. Wei Ziyan pursed her lips and glanced at him, sure that it was Xu Ji who told him.
The fried tofu had been sitting around for a while, and now it was just barely hot enough for her to eat. Wei Ziyan stuffed it into her mouth one by one. Seeing how she was enjoying the meal, Yan Qizheng leaned towards her with a smile on his face.
"Have you ever written me a letter?"
His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he looked at her, perhaps sincerely hoping she had written it. Wei Ziyan also wished she had written it, but she… hadn’t had the time yet!
"No..." He uttered two words regretfully and vaguely.
Even if telling the truth would disappoint him, I can't make up a lie to make him happy, right?
"It's just..." Wei Ziyan explained haltingly, "The night you left home for Northern Xinjiang, I... felt unhappy, so I wrote something... something to relieve my depression. Qiu Luo mistook it for a letter home."
The night he left home? To relieve his boredom?
After a few words, Yan Qizheng grasped the key, and an impression immediately formed in his mind. It was the day she left home in a fit of anger, when the maid Qing'er handed him a stack of papers, saying that she had found them under the young lady's pillow.
He still hasn't forgotten what was written there. It begins with "a disgusting bastard," and the entire thing is a list of his hateful, despicable, and shameless insults...
Yan Qizheng couldn't help but let out a wry smile: "You scolded me so harshly, you really do hate me."
"Have you seen it?" Wei Ziyan was suddenly startled.
Yan Qizhen nodded his chin at her, his expression seeming a little hurt.
"No..." She hurriedly explained, "You accused me of seducing you, and then walked away. I, I couldn't find you to ask for an explanation, so I had to vent my anger on paper..."
Yan Qizheng was even more amused and confused: "Who told you to come in dressed like that while I was showering?"
"I just wanted to bring you some clothes!"
"You didn't pour water on me on purpose?"
"I..." Wei Ziyan's face flushed, "Didn't you ask me to go there?"
The beautiful dream after that night's interlude now lingered vividly in Yan Qizheng's mind. The person before him had a flushed face and pouty pink lips, which made him feel mesmerized. His hand automatically reached up to cup the tip of her chin, wanting to lower his head -
"There's someone in the room." Wei Ziyan stepped back slightly, her ears burning with embarrassment.
Yan Qizhen didn't let go.
"I told them to get out."
"Don't..." Her face became even more embarrassed.
Calling someone out in broad daylight would only make things more obvious, wouldn't it? Wei Ziyan couldn't bring herself to do that. But if it were at night, he would be the one who would suffer!
Yan Qizhen reluctantly wiped away the fried tofu grease on his lips with his fingertips, then straightened his body and withdrew his hand.
"After eating, I'll take you out for some exercise."
At first, Wei Ziyan thought that the "activity" Yan Qizhen was talking about was just a walk, but he took her out of the yard and walked all the way to the horse farm in the backyard.
It was unbelievable! After all these days of marriage, she had never been to his stable.
Now that we were there, we saw that the place was not big, or rather, very small. There were only two ordinary brown horses in the stable, nothing compared to the white dragon kept outside.
"This place is simple and cannot support precious species." Yan Qizheng explained to her, "I just use it to kill time occasionally for entertainment."
Wei Ziyan looked around and clicked her tongue: "This is the place you never wanted me to come to before."
Hearing her bring up the old story again, Yan Qizheng could only smile and flatter her: "From now on, this place is yours. You can come whenever you want."
Wei Ziyan smiled, "That's about right," and approached the stable. The two ordinary horses looked pretty much the same, so she didn't need to choose, so she just picked one at random.
After she mounted the horse, Yan Qizheng held the reins and led her for a slow stroll. Only after she had adjusted to the horse did he let her ride on her own. Even then, he kept trotting along, as if afraid that she, being frail, might make a mistake.
The sun is not very bright today, and there is a cold wind blowing across her face from time to time, but her heart is warm.
"What are you happy about?"
A voice from below brought her back to her senses. Wei Ziyan suppressed the corners of her mouth and said, "No, I'm laughing at you."
"What are you laughing at me for?"
"I'm laughing at you for being blind. How could I be as delicate as you think I am?"
Yan Qizheng looked up at an angle, a smile in his eyes: "Aren't you delicate?"
"Yes! If you don't believe me, I'll show you how to do it."
"……good!"
Following the sound of her response, he suddenly grabbed the saddle handle, stepped on the stirrup, and with a neat turn, he sat behind her.
"Run for me."
she:……
That's fine! Wei Ziyan squeezed her legs against the horse's belly and started to run.
The place was small, so she couldn't run as freely as she could in the wilderness, and the cold wind blew strongly on her face, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She felt happier and happier the more she ran.
After running for an unknown number of laps, the person behind her pressed his palms against her face from both sides. The burning heat from his palms made her aware of the coldness on her face.
"Are you cold?" The same scorching temperature pressed against her ear, making her neck shrink in itch.
"Not cold" came out of his mouth. The person behind him was silent for a while, then leaned close to his ear and asked, "Are you cold?"
Seeing through his little thoughts, Wei Ziyan couldn't help but laugh: "Cold."
As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, she was unexpectedly wrapped in a broad embrace. Yan Qizheng took the reins from her hand, slowed the horse, and held her in his arms for a leisurely stroll.
Wei Ziyan, in a playful mood, deliberately reached behind her to rub his face with the back of her cold hand. Yan Qizheng then pressed the top of her head with his force. After she screamed and dodged, he rubbed her ears left and right.
In the midst of their playful exchanges, he suddenly turned her face and kissed her on the lips. Seeing her frozen, Yan Qizheng asked with a smile, "Do you want to kiss me back?"
"It's not cheap for you."
"A bargain for me?" He leaned forward, bending his neck, and smiled even more recklessly: "You don't like me kissing you?"
"Yan Qizheng!"
After all, Wei Ziyan wasn't as thick-skinned as him, so how could she resist? Unexpectedly, he still wouldn't give in: "Other people's wives call me husband, what should you call me?"
“…”
Wei Ziyan's face flushed and she lowered her head and ignored him.
"You can also call Brother Yan back."
“…”
Wei Ziyan lowered her head even lower.
"This isn't okay? Why was it so easy to call you that before? Brother Yan, it's all my fault..."
Yan Qi was trying to imitate her tone, but she had barely begun to do so when she suddenly turned around and covered her mouth with her hand: "Stop talking!"
Wei Ziyan was almost embarrassed to death!
Wasn't it just her pretending to be pitiful and tricking him into saying that on purpose?
"Are you feeling ashamed now, Sister Ziyan?"
Yan Qizhen's eyes curved with laughter. He stretched out his arms to hold the man who was so anxious and embarrassed that his hair was about to explode, and comforted him with kind words.
"I was wrong, don't be angry, ma'am."
"lady."
"Good Yan'er."
These sounds made Wei Ziyan lose her temper completely.
Especially the last word "Yan'er", which made her think of last night when he called her in his passion. It was like a ball of fire that could melt her...
【Author’s words】
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