◇ Chapter 45 He probably became a homosexual
After Chen Yanheng finished hooping the general shape, An Qin began to apply paste on the bamboo frame and carefully spread the snow-white rice paper on it, leaving only a small hole at the bottom for placing a candle.
While An Qin was spreading the paper, Chen Yanheng quickly made a bamboo frame with a rabbit head the size of a palm. By the time An Qin had evenly applied the paste on the surface of the rice paper, Chen Yanheng had already covered the entire surface of the rice paper with the small rabbit head.
The weather was nice today, so they had lunch and finished the work in no time.
An Qin was not good at calligraphy or painting, and he was still hesitating about what to write while holding the pen.
Chen Yanheng had already used dye to delicately paint the rabbit head lantern. With just a few strokes, he had outlined the rabbit's unique red face, and added two strokes of pink to the bulging plugs on both sides, making the rabbit head even more adorable.
It was really inappropriate for a grown man to hold such a small lantern. An Qin held the big fat rabbit lantern that was half a leg high, frowned slightly, then pursed his lips, carefully wrote "peace" on the rabbit's heart, paused, and put down the pen.
The word "shun" was written with so many gestures that he couldn't remember how to write it.
Anyway, peace means smoothness, and the meaning will not change if two words are missing.
Yueshan Manor also teaches assassins to read, but An Qin's talent lies in martial arts, and he has little interest in reading and writing. Therefore, he can only write a few simple words, and his handwriting is nothing special. However, he knows all the characters. After all, if he wants to be a secret guard and stay by the owner's side, he cannot be illiterate.
"What did you write?"
Shen Yanheng noticed the movement here, finished the last stroke, and walked over slowly.
An Qin glanced at the rabbit head that had become very exquisite, and suddenly felt depressed. He lowered his head to look at the two creepy characters on his face that looked like stains, and turned sideways to block Shen Yanheng's sight.
He said calmly, "Nothing."
Chen Yanheng: "You're hiding it from me. I want to see what kind of obscene words and phrases you've used."
This person always had a way to turn any of his emotions into shame and anger. When An Qin heard this, his body trembled, his pupils twitched suddenly, and then the lantern in his arms was pulled away by his ears.
"Peace—an—" Chen Yanheng repeated the words above in a low voice, then leaned forward and tilted his head to look at An Qin, "A blessing for me?"
How is that possible!
This is sheer nonsense! It's just a pipe dream!
An Qin frowned and turned back with a tense face. Chen Yanheng had already taken the initiative to pick up the pen and added his own name before Ping An.
After all, he was a civil servant, and writing was his forte. Chen Yanheng's handwriting was vigorous and powerful, just like his arrogant and unrestrained personality, and very beautiful. At first glance, the word "peace" looked like two crickets with slanted legs.
An Qin was inexplicably angry, but he was not angry because his blessing to An Xiner and the owner of the manor had been added with Chen Yanheng's name without his permission.
Just as he was about to snatch the big rabbit lantern back, remove the piece of paper, apply paste again and write again, Chen Yanheng added another stroke to the last stroke, drawing a full heart, and then, An Qin's name appeared on the white paper.
An Qin became extremely embarrassed and angry this time. Chen Yanheng dipped some cinnabar and filled the hollow heart with a deep red color.
An Qin's pupils shrank.
Chen Yanheng smiled, grabbed it and left, went to the paint table, and carefully colored the big rabbit.
An Qin pursed her lips, walked silently to the pile of bamboo strips, blocked Shen Yanheng's view with her body, picked up a thin bamboo thread, and began to weave it according to Shen Yanheng's movements just now.
Before he could even come up with a rough idea, Chen Yanheng had already painted the lanterns.
The lanterns were very beautiful, even more beautiful than the ones An Qin had seen during his previous missions.
The rabbit is painted with clothes, like a fairy in human form. The two names on the heart are framed by a round frame, like a lantern held by the rabbit.
When Chen Yanheng put the candle in and lit it, the rabbit lantern reflected a bright light, making the colors on its body even more vivid, and even the small words on the heart seemed to be glowing.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sound of a bustling crowd could be heard outside the Taifu Mansion.
An Qin's heart beat along with the candlelight, his Adam's apple rolled as he looked at Chen Yanheng who was holding a lantern. The man was dressed in white, with wide sleeves fluttering gently in the wind. His handsome face was illuminated by the lantern, looking particularly gentle, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if he was a god who had come to the human world specially for this day.
Especially the seven words on the heart of the rabbit lantern. Compared with the elegant five words, his words are not even ordinary, just like mortals are so insignificant in the eyes of gods.
An Qin's heart suddenly felt heavy. Chen Yanheng came over with a lantern in his hand and asked, "Would you like to try it?"
The lantern is much heavier with the candlestick base and candle added, but it is a piece of cake for an adult man.
An Qin nodded and took the rabbit lantern from Chen Yanheng. His hands felt warm when he took it. Watching the lantern bloom with colors in his hands, his cold expression gradually began to melt, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Chen Yanheng: "How about this? Do you want to try it?"
He then conjured up the cute little rabbit head from his sleeve like magic. This palm-sized lantern didn't even have a candle in it, and I'm afraid there weren't any candles this small on the market.
An Qin nodded and was about to reach out to take it, but Chen Yanheng deliberately held it a little further away. In his other hand, he passed by An Qin with a night-shining pearl the size of a soybean but emitting moonlight.
Under An Qin's puzzled gaze, Chen Yanheng stuffed a soybean-sized night-shining pearl into the rabbit-head lantern. The delicate lantern, only the size of a palm, suddenly lit up, emitting a soft and holy white light, which immediately overshadowed the lantern lit by candlelight.
Then, Chen Yanheng raised his hands and placed the rabbit head on his head, side by side with the white jade crown, as if a white rabbit was curiously peeking out from behind the jade to spy on the world.
An Qin was stunned for a moment, and Shen Yanheng grabbed the young man's wrist and pulled him into his arms without him being able to refuse.
Chen Yanheng pushed An Qin to the edge of the table, took his hands and held his cheeks, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He lowered his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes looking affectionately at the bewildered assassin before him. His thin pink lips parted slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "How does it feel?"
An Qin suddenly turned back into the cooked shrimp, his whole face quickly burning with heat, his heart beating non-stop, and he suddenly retracted his hand, but was held tightly by Chen Yanheng.
"you!"
An Qin wanted to put on a stern face and glare at the other person to hide his inner panic, but he watched helplessly as Chen Yanheng forcibly pulled his hand to his lips and gently kissed the back of his hand as if it were a treasure.
Wet.
An Qin thought blankly, his chest beating even more violently, so violently that he could only hear his own heartbeat.
The handsome man's face got closer and closer, and the unique fresh floral fragrance of his body filled An Qin's nose. The thought of pushing him away only flashed through her mind, but her body was completely out of control and she let him press her onto the table.
It's over.
An Qin closed his eyes in despair, feeling a pair of moist lips pressing against him. Not to mention any rejection, he could only smell the fragrance filling his nostrils.
A bit addictive.
It's a taste he likes very much.
A smell that can dispel the dullness in your heart, and bring peace of mind and satisfaction.
He probably...also became a homosexual.
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