Chapter 267: Young, playful
At this time, Cheng Gongjin, who had just finished dinner, was painting in his study.
What he painted was Yu Qinghuan today, wearing a thin red shirt, with gold rings and bells hanging on her wrists and ankles.
Cheng Gongjin was an excellent painter, and he painted her graceful and graceful appearance as she enjoyed herself under him in great detail. Just as he dipped his brush into cinnabar and was about to outline the red ropes wrapped around her body, he heard Xiaoying reporting from outside.
"Master, Miss Yu said she wants to have someone stay at the mansion tonight, and the young master also said he wants to stay tonight."
Cheng Gongjin's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
The tip of the brush hovered above the rice paper. He just stared at the face in the painting, his heart churning with emotions... It seemed that he hadn't fed her enough tonight.
Seeing that there was no movement in the study, Xiaoying asked quietly, "Master, do you want me to go and ask them to leave the house?"
Cheng Gongjin had a calm expression. He was young and a bit playful.
"No problem."
...
That night, after washing up, I changed into pajamas and lay on the couch.
Seeing the figure in front of him slowly taking off his clothes, Yu Qinghuan's heart was beating like thunder.
God knows, even during the time when she dreamed most frequently, there had never been such a scene.
As the candlelight flickered, Xie Zhili had already climbed onto the couch, passed over Yu Qinghuan, and went to the innermost position.
As he passed by, he deliberately rubbed Yu Qinghuan twice, which startled Yu Qinghuan so much that her neck turned red and her eyelashes trembled nervously.
She had a hunch that Xie Zhili would definitely not be content tonight, but now, she had no choice.
Mu Huaian hung his outer robe on the screen and then walked over here. After two people slept on the originally wide bed, there was only a little space left outside. He didn't mind and just lay down.
The room was eerily quiet. Yu Qinghuan was squeezed in the middle and sighed slightly.
She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep quickly.
...
Mu Huaian did not monopolize the space and even gave some space to Xie Zhili.
No one spoke, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, yet they were secretly competing to see who was better.
Mu Huaian's Adam's apple rolled and he turned his head to look at Yu Qinghuan. He never thought that one day he would do such an outrageous thing.
He didn't want to lose to Xie Zhili, and if Yu Qinghuan liked her, he could accept it.
Outside the window, the night wind blows through the treetops, making a sound.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Qinghuan saw Mu Huaian approaching him...and lost all his mind.
The moonlight shines through the screen window onto the overlapping figures. In the room, it is impossible to tell whose breathing is coming.
That night, someone shouted for water twice in the house.
In the corner of the yard, a somewhat lonely figure stood there for who knows how long, as if torturing himself.
The night wind brushed across his stiff shoulders, but could not blow away the sound in his ears.
"Master?" Xiaoying approached hesitantly, holding the cloak, but saw Cheng Gongjin raise his hand to interrupt her.
His eyes were terrifyingly dark in the moonlight, but his tone was calm, "Tell the kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup tomorrow."
Xiaoying was stunned, not understanding what her master was thinking for a moment.
Madam Yu was screaming like that in the room, but the master was not angry and even asked the people in the kitchen to make a nourishing soup for her?
"Yes, I will give the order right away."
...
The next day, when Yu Qinghuan woke up, everyone had left.
She leaned lazily on the soft pillow, stirring the chicken soup in the bowl with a porcelain spoon between her fingertips and sipping it.
Sang Ru stared at her for a long time and felt that the girl looked rosy today, like a flower drenched by spring rain, so beautiful.
She spoke cautiously, "Miss, last night I saw Lord Cheng coming, in the yard..."
At that time, she saw it from a distance, but she didn't dare to go up and talk to her, nor did she dare to knock on the door to remind the girl.
Yu Qinghuan's hand holding the porcelain spoon stiffened slightly.
After all, Cheng Gongjin is the prime minister of the dynasty and a descendant of a famous family. How could he have such a habit of eavesdropping?
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