◇ Chapter 44 It’s my first time too
When Chen Yanheng saw the blush on An Qin's face and the ashamed and angry look on his face, as if he wanted to die on the spot, he could guess with his little finger what he dreamed about last night.
Chen Yanheng supported his chin and stared at An Qin jokingly. His pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes were full of ambiguity, which made people shudder at the sight of them. An Qin stood up quickly, almost knocking over the dishes, and stomped his feet in small steps.
But he obviously didn't intend to say it. He kept his mouth tightly closed, determined not to open it.
As long as he doesn't say anything and denies it, no one will know.
Just like when you are being interrogated, just don't confess.
An Qin clenched his fists, his expression more serious than ever before, and took a deep breath. Realizing that his actions were too exaggerated, he held onto the edge of the table again, ready to sit down and continue eating.
As his buttocks touched the bench, Chen Yanheng hooked his long hair and said, "In my opinion, we should go to Wushan together and be overwhelmed by the red waves. Do you think I can do it, or the me in my dream can do it better?"
An Qin stood up again as if he had sat down on fire.
Chen Yanheng looked up at him.
An Qin avoided his gaze, his jaw tensed, his Adam's apple rolled, his face flushed coldly, and he uttered four words: "I'm not dreaming!"
Shen Yanheng laughed, his eyes becoming more curved.
An Qin leaned slightly to the side, because Chen Yanheng's words made him feel particularly hot even though it was only early morning.
The single layer of clothes made him sweat a little, especially at the collar buttons, which seemed to be tightened by something, making it difficult for him to breathe.
But fortunately, it was just a dream, and unless he admitted it, Shen Yanheng would never know the truth.
He was just teasing him, making fun of him, irritating him, framing him, and making up stories!
An Qin thought of this and calmed himself down.
Seeing that Chen Yanheng didn't respond except for a light laugh, it was obvious that he was indeed talking nonsense. An Qin frowned, then tentatively sat back and picked up the bowl.
As he ate more, the heat on his face subsided a little, and his attention gradually shifted away from the pile of clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he could always see the man sitting opposite him, smiling at him. An Qin couldn't help but think: It is absolutely impossible for Chen Yanheng to hold such a high position just by being gentle and elegant, but the Chen Yanheng he saw seemed to always be as gentle as the wind.
“…”
As soon as I thought about it, I recalled everything from the first time I saw him to the present.
The handsome and elegant man in my memory overlapped with the smiling tutor in front of me, interspersed with several scenes of beauties injured in battle, pale but still smiling.
An Qin's heart skipped a beat. He put down the bowl, and the irritability on his face was hidden under his stern and cold appearance, with only a little red left on the tips of his ears.
Chen Yanheng watched An Qin's every move and naturally took in every subtle change.
He stared at the pair of ears that looked like blood-red mutton-fat jade and said gently, "Little liar."
Chen Yanheng continued, "I brought this Misty Incense from the palace specially. If I could have a dreamless night, those imperial doctors would probably have to go home and farm."
An Qin: “…” His expression, which had finally returned to its calm state, showed a hint of cracks.
An Qin even thought he had misheard. Otherwise, how could he hear someone using drugs so naturally, and even taking him in with them...
Chen Yanheng: "I had a lot of beautiful dreams."
An Qin suddenly clenched his fists, lowered his head, and said nothing.
The ears that were almost calming down with only a little redness left suddenly turned red, and the scorching heat dyed the cheeks that had finally calmed down crimson again, making them look like a boiled shrimp.
How can people be so shameless!
How could such a shameless person be connected with the owner of the manor? He must be relying on his thick skin to cheat and deceive people. The owner of the manor is so honest and upright. Even if he has planned everything, how could he be the opponent of such a scoundrel!
“Shameless!”
Chen Yanheng grinned: "How can a couple's affairs be called shameless?"
Can what scholars do be called stealing?
This heartless guy gave him deadly drugs.
Now I think he is shameless.
"You don't allow me to touch you, and you don't allow me to have fun in my dreams? Besides, aren't you also..."
An Qin was filled with shame and anger, and was about to draw his sword and stab him, but Chen Yanheng held his hand, gently holding it instead, and changed his tone: "If you don't like it, I won't say it. Today is the Qiqiao Festival, let's make lanterns together. When you release the lanterns, the wishes will be especially effective."
Before An Qin could react, he was led out by Shen Yanheng.
Although they said they were making lanterns, in fact, the paper and bamboo strips had already been prepared.
There was also a booklet on the stone table in the yard. When An Qin flipped through it, he found that it contained instructions for making all kinds of lanterns.
His eyes fell on a rabbit lantern, and he remembered that An Xiner particularly liked cute plush pets, and a tenderness appeared in his eyes.
They were protected by Fengyue Villa, but because of this protection, the assassin's family could not leave the village at will.
But this is certainly not because the owner of the villa threatened them with their family's lives to force them to work hard, but because most of the assassins are people with miserable life experiences. Fengyue Villa has arranged to recruit their families as well, not to mention that there is food and drink in the villa, and there are doctors to see if they are sick. Naturally, they will not let Fengyue Villa be exposed.
An Xiner has never left the farm since she entered it ten years ago.
Ten years ago, the lively Qiqiao Festival belonged to everyone, but not to beggars like him and An Xiner.
My sister likes rabbits, so this rabbit is not difficult to make. He will go back and make it for An Xiner.
"Want to be a rabbit?" Chen Yanheng walked over in surprise, stuck close to An Qin, and picked up the book from under his nose.
An Qin remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
Chen Yanheng: "How did you find out that I'm a rabbit, huh?"
An Qin: “…”
What else does An Xiner like besides rabbits?
An Qin took a deep breath and elbowed Shen Yanheng, trying to knock him away.
I thought of a lot of cute little pets in my mind, and my mind was full of the evil big white rabbit with red eyes and the cute weasel that always stole food from my neighbor, causing Sister Li to curse at me.
An Qin: “…”
Or a rabbit.
An Qin secretly memorized the steps of the rabbit that he had just glanced at, thinking it would be a piece of cake. However, when he actually picked up the bamboo stick, he found it difficult to even make a circle.
"I'll do it." Chen Yanheng came closer and took two thin, smoothly shaved bamboo strips from An Qin's hands. He easily formed the spherical shape of a rabbit's head, puffing out his chest slightly, and said proudly and modestly, "This is my first time doing this, too."
I just accidentally got up a little earlier than usual this morning, so I practiced for an hour to kill time.
【Author’s words】
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