Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

There are few furnishings in Rong Yan's bedroom, and most of them are in plain colors. However, on the desk in the corner, there is a porcelain Qilin, with a lively leaping posture, painted with gold and inlaid flowers in rich colors, which is quite inconsistent with the ink screen next to it.

Zhu Zheng felt that it looked familiar. She seemed to have bought a porcelain Qilin of similar style a long time ago.

She even remembered that she saw them in a porcelain shop in the east of the city. The shopkeeper said they were a pair, but unfortunately she didn't have enough money with her at the time, so she only bought the lying one.

When I got home, I liked it more and more as I looked at it. The next day, I decided to buy the other one as well. But when I asked about it, I was told that it had been sold.

They felt regretful for a long time at that time. Just because she had no money, the loving little pair were forced to separate.

Could it be that the other one was bought by Rong Yan?

There are such coincidences in the world.

But even if it is a coincidence, this is a trivial matter and I definitely cannot divert my attention to ask about it right now.

It’s not that Zhu Zheng is unromantic, she just has a problem: when she is nervous, she tends to think of all kinds of distractions.

What made her nervous right now was, of course, what Rong Yangang had just said.

Rong Yan's thoughts... first appeared in the Chengxu Villa. Since returning to Shengjing, the two of them have tacitly not mentioned a word.

At that time, she thought that people's hearts were fickle, and Rong Yan might be new to her for a while, but he was still new to her after such a long time. With his temper, he must have gotten into a dead end.

Moreover, after so many years, Zhu Zheng asked herself that her thoughts were not so innocent.

What answer did he want when he asked her this?

"Yes, obviously."

"No, not obviously."

It seems that neither of them is very suitable...

While Zhu Zheng was in a dilemma, she looked into Rong Yan's bright eyes and asked honestly, "Can I think about it?"

"How long?" Rong Yan asked, "Three days, five days? One month, two months? Five years, ten years, is that enough?"

"That's enough..."

Zhu Zheng just asked her to think about it for a while, but who would have thought that he would let her think about it for so long? Does that mean that this issue is not really urgent?

The candle on the table burned out, flickered with struggle, and then went out silently.

Zhu Zheng turned to look at the lights, and Rong Yan stroked her face and turned her back. In the dark night, his appearance seemed a little blurry.

"When you have made up your mind and everything has settled, we will leave here and go back to Chengxu Mountain together, or go somewhere else..."

Rong Yan suddenly started talking, his voice was low, "You like to be free, do you want to go to the grassland? Or the river valley? Go riding, go herding, go catching antelopes and butterflies, you can do whatever you want... as long as I can see... let me see you... morning and evening, day and night, we don't have to be apart anymore..."

The few words he spoke were fragmentary and incoherent, which was unlike Rong Yan's style. Zhu Zheng touched his forehead worriedly, "Isn't it time for you to go to bed, sir?"

His confession was regarded as nonsense. Rong Yan looked down at her helplessly and was silent for a long time. "Do you think I am not sober?"

He held her hand, turned his face to her palm, and sighed, "Then I'll get up tomorrow morning and tell you again."

Zhu Zheng shook her head, "No need."

Rong Yan was silent, said "hmm", and suddenly let go of her hand.

The window seemed to be not closed tightly, and a cool night breeze blew in from somewhere. He turned his eyes away from Zhu Zheng, clenched his empty hands, frowned, and remained silent.

"Are you sad, sir?" The person in front of him came closer and looked at him with his head tilted.

Even though this handsome face appears more melancholy when it is slightly sad, compared to the beauty of mono no aware, being vigorous and optimistic is more conducive to physical and mental health.

Zhu Zheng consoled him earnestly, "I said no, because I didn't feel that the adults were not sober."

After saying that, she reached out her hand again, put her arm around his shoulders, straightened up, moved closer, and patted him on the back slowly.

Rong Yan raised his eyes, and there was no sorrow on his face. He had been as unresponsive as a piece of wood since those words just now, staring at her straight, as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

"Um," Zhu Zheng was a little embarrassed, "Didn't you just say... you wanted to hug me for a while..."

His silence only made Zhu Zheng's abruptness more apparent. She lost the courage to coax him and stammered, "Well, if you don't want to hug me, forget it..."

Before she could pull away, her wrist was grabbed and she felt dizzy. Before Zhu Zheng could even scream, she was pressed down on the couch by Rong Yan.

"I want to." He whispered a word in her ear.

Zhu Zheng was caught off guard, her half-closed hand still hooked on his shoulder, her face buried in his disheveled chest, and her waist was also tightly held by a pair of hands, fitting perfectly together.

This is really a solid hug.

Rong Yan's clothes were so thin that they were almost invisible. Fortunately, there was something in between, otherwise it would be like hugging a...

Wait... is there something in between?

By the time Zhu Zheng realized what was between them, her poor belly had already been half-flattened.

Her hair stood on end. Was Rong Yan too unrestrained with her, a "pregnant woman"? If the way he held her like this, as if a mountain was pressing down on her head, was it torn apart and the unknown stuff inside rolled all over the bed, it would be a terrifying night talk.

The person in his arms began to move cautiously. Rong Yan looked down at her, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zheng: "My body itches..."

Rong Yan: "Where?"

Zhu Zheng swallowed, "My stomach."

The considerate Grand Tutor pretended to lend a helping hand.

“Sir, wait a minute!” Zhu Zheng grabbed him as if facing a formidable enemy, “It suddenly stops itching…”

Rong Yan did not withdraw his hand, but instead held her hand and pressed it down on her tilted, bulging belly.

Zhu Zheng tensed up and waited for his judgment, but she only felt her body sink. She heard a sentence, "What surprise have you prepared for me in a few months..."

Rong Yan took his hand away from her belly, grabbed her wrists and tied them above her head. His eyes, as deep as a lake, came very close to her and looked into her dark eyes.

Zhu Zheng didn't know whether this was a test or something else. She felt a chill on her back and dared not move.

Is tonight a good time to confess?

Or is there a good time to confess?

This matter will be exposed sooner or later, but Zhu Zheng is still unsure. What she is unsure about is what to do with her sister. If the father of that child is Gong Yihao, what will Rong Yan plan to do?

She hasn't figured out the twists and turns yet and doesn't dare to reveal them rashly.

Rong Yan saw a nervous and alert look. He leaned over, pulled her closer to his chest, and said, "That's all."

"Anything is fine..." he whispered to her, "I will accept it even if I have to pour out my heart and blood or break my bones and intestines."

Zhu Zheng didn't know what he was admitting, and she didn't have the habit of tormenting people, so she couldn't help but complain, "You make me sound like a monster that eats raw meat and drinks blood..."

"I'd rather you were that." Rong Yan stroked her face, his fingertips resting on the red mole on her cheek, and said softly, "Invulnerable to swords and guns, free from disease and disaster, free and unfettered, live forever."

Being a monster is so good. Zhu Zheng was amused by his serious tone and pinched his face. "Okay, okay, I will be a big monster with a green face and fangs, and eat young men like you with red lips and white teeth..."

"Here you go." Rong Yan's sparkling eyes only reflected her. "Where do you want to start?"

The bed was spacious, but Rong Yan went too far and squeezed her into a corner. They were very close to each other, so close that Zhu Zheng could see the shadow cast by his long eyelashes and smell the slightly bitter smell of medicine in his breath.

No wonder there is a saying that there are sick beauties. Her originally dull expression became tinged with a layer of crimson from the corners of her eyes to the tip of her nose and onto her lips due to the fever, making her look particularly seductive.

A faint smile appeared on her face as she spoke, which was in line with what Zhu Zheng had just said: "red lips and white teeth".

She unconsciously looked at the corner of his lips, and inappropriately remembered that she had indeed bitten this place before, when the two of them were entangled in love, and their lips and tongues were filled with the smell of blood.

Zhu Zheng swallowed inexplicably, her mind wandering for a while, but she still remembered to answer his question.

"Of course, cannibalism starts with the heart and liver."

Rong Yan took her hand and put it on his chest, "Here?"

He suddenly moved closer, his lips almost touching Zhu Zheng's ear, and said in a sighing tone, "...I've already been eaten by you."

His voice was like grinding jade on sand, and its heat hit Zhu Zheng's ears. The hand he held felt a constant vibration under her palm, and even her heart began to pound.

Rong Yan's body was still a little hot, which showed that Zhu Zheng's hands were cold. She struggled subconsciously, but was held tightly instead, and she reached into his open collar.

Zhu Zheng was so scared that she wanted to pull her hand back, but she didn't know where she grabbed him, causing him to let out a muffled sound that was quite embarrassing.

She stood there in a daze, forgetting to pull her hand back, her face completely red.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the dim room was silent, with only the sound of the two people's breathing being heard.

Rong Yan's breath was heavy, and his eyes were like melting snow on the mountain tops, with the bitter scent of cold plums blowing on Zhu Zheng's face. She closed her eyes for some reason.

Unexpectedly, he was hugged in his arms and turned over, and a thin blanket was wrapped around both of them and covered over their heads.

His voice rang behind my ear, "Not tonight..."