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

To be fair, just looking at Rong Yanqing's cold and aloof appearance, one would always think that he would disdain to do such a thing, or that he did it out of necessity, and he was gentle and considerate, and stopped at the right time.

This is what Zhu Zheng used to think.

Then I realized I was totally wrong.

When he gets on someone, he is so forceful and unreasonable that he almost wants to eat the person up.

The kiss in Zhu Zheng's memory was brutal, but not nearly as passionate as this one. Rong Yan's force was quick and fierce, without any preparation, and with a sense of refusing to refuse, he completely swept away her breath.

Zhu Zheng dodged backwards with trembling eyelashes, but Rong Yan pinched her jaw tightly and forced her to tilt her head back to meet him. A hand held the back of her neck firmly, making it impossible for her to escape.

The ebony armchair was pushed back by the two people, and its thin legs were shaking unbearably.

Zhu Zheng had nowhere to get support, so she grabbed Rong Yan's clothes tightly and tried to comfort him clumsily, hoping that he would be gentler.

The small action had the opposite effect. Rong Yan's breath froze, and he suddenly put his arms around her waist and stood up holding her.

The feeling of floating in the air was not real yet, so he hugged her and pressed her down again.

The two inseparable figures fell on the wooden round table in the center of the room. The lychee jelly on the table was swept to the ground and shattered into pieces. The candlestick was also knocked to the ground, rolled out, and struggled to put out the light.

The room fell into darkness again, with only the sound of a symphony of breathing. Zhu Zheng was sucked and bitten by him, and her mind was blurred. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and his heavy force trapped her under him, as if she was pressed into the Five Finger Mountain.

The kiss started without any warning and ended even more abruptly. Rong Yan was breathing heavily between her lips one moment and suddenly let her go the next.

It took Zhu Zheng a long time to come back to her senses. She met Rong Yan's slightly out-of-focus eyes, which seemed to contain infinite sorrow and pain. The corners of her red lips were pulled apart, forming a bitter arc.

Before she could speak, Rong Yan stood up, took out a ball of cloth from his sleeve and stuffed it into her hand.

"Next time, remember to hide well..."

Zhu Zheng didn't need to see what was stuffed into her, she was suddenly awakened. When she was taken to the carriage by Nie Ruke, she was furious and suspicious. No one had ever thought of this bloody letter soaked in chicken blood.

To be honest, although the handwriting of Wen Boqiu's letter written in blood was chaotic, every word was sincere and heartfelt, and it was written with great literary talent.

The literary talent is so great that even the frenzy has a charm, highlighting the true feelings.

And this sincere and heartfelt feeling was just thrown on the ground and picked up by Rong Yan.

Thinking back to the clumsy lie and Rong Yan's cold reaction, Zhu Zheng suddenly realized what was going on and wanted to punch herself.

Now that the culprit was caught red-handed, there was no way for him to defend himself. It was just like "two separated lovers finally heard each other's news", so they "didn't even have time to put the letter away" and "couldn't wait to meet each other".

"I went there because I was afraid someone might die..." Zhu Zheng sat up from the table, "Master Wen drew a circle around him and imprisoned himself. He was so depressed that he threatened to die. But today we have already..."

When Rong Yan heard her say "we", his expression did not relax, but became even gloomier.

"really……"

The two unexpected words, which he whispered in a low voice, were filled with disheartenment and endless chill.

Before Zhu Zheng understood what he was saying, she heard him say, "You don't have to tell me what you said or did."

He closed his eyes and raised his hand to press his brow, blocking his vision, as if he didn't want to look at her again.

The words Zhu Zheng was about to say were blocked in her mouth. Looking at his dull expression, she suddenly felt that she was being too sentimental.

"Oh..." Zhu Zheng wiped the remaining breath on her lips with the back of her hand and jumped off the table angrily, "I'm a little tired. If you want to stay here, then stay. I'll go sleep next door."

Rong Yan didn't respond.

Zhu Zheng was feeling upset and turned around to open the door.

As soon as her fingertips touched the door, her arm was suddenly pulled away, and she was lifted up by her legs, with her back pressed against the door panel.

In the darkness, a pair of dull eyes locked onto her tightly, as if containing the sorrow of being abandoned.

Zhu Zheng was unable to react in time. Just as she uttered the word "how...", a violent kiss came upon her again.

Rong Yan pried open her lips and teeth with ease, attacking her breath mercilessly.

Only this time, those amber eyes did not close. They stared at her like a hawk while she was doing evil, as if they wanted to see through her.

Rong Yan's invasion was thorough, he hugged the person in his arms and kissed her deeply without restraint, but it was not enough, he suddenly tore open her clothes with one hand, buried his head and bit her neck, causing Zhu Zheng to moan.

His hot lips pressed against her jade-white neck, kissing and biting at the same time. It was obvious that he was bullying her at will, but his heavy breathing made people feel the obvious pain.

The door panel behind her and the rings and bracelets of the person in front of her made Zhu Zheng feel uncomfortable. The places he touched brought a trembling feeling, making her grab his arm with trembling fingertips helplessly.

Rong Yan paused, a long sigh came out of his chest, and he stopped his reckless movements, "If you are so scared... why don't you push me away..."

He buried his head in her neck and said hoarsely, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Zhu Zheng was so busy breathing heavily that she had no time to answer his question.

Rong Yan seemed to have completely collapsed, with his entire weight on her shoulders, and he let out a strange sigh that was neither a smile nor a laugh.

"Zhu Zheng, I really..."

Really, he didn't say anything else.

Zhu Zheng was exhausted by the man in front of him. She was trapped between him and the door panel, her eyes still a little dazed.

People should have a conscience. She did push him away just now. She was grabbed as soon as she stretched out her hand. There was no room for resistance.

Her lips and tongue were numb from the kisses. Zhu Zheng took a break and saw him lying on her shoulder motionless. She whispered, "If you have anything to ask, you can just ask me directly. Why ask weird questions like, "Am I afraid? Are you pathetic?"

Rong Yan stopped talking again.

Zhu Zheng pushed him and said, "When I came back just now, you were also silent like now. I explained the origin of this to you, but you refused to listen. You confused me. What are you angry about?"

What are you angry about?

Rong Yan was also thinking about this question.

He rarely gets angry. The only time he gets angry is when things go against his will, when things are embarrassing and unexpected, or when he is offended by something he is not prepared for. Most of the time, he is just hating his own powerlessness.

When Rong Yan heard that Wen Boqiu had asked for leave from the Imperial Academy during the day, he was a little nervous and rushed back to Tingxiao Garden. An Fengxue only said, "The young lady has ordered that you are not allowed to follow me this afternoon."

He went to the backyard for the first time, and sure enough, he didn't find Zhu Zheng. There was only this earnest letter written in blood on the ground, which seemed like a declaration left there on purpose.

Even so, he still searched and waited all night long, his heart gradually sinking into the dark abyss. Thinking about what they were saying and doing, he felt as if he was being tortured to death.

During the long torment, Rong Yan even thought that maybe she would never come back.

At this moment, Zhu Zheng suddenly opened the door, smiled and talked to him as if nothing had happened, concealed her whereabouts without any scruples, and even... when he impulsively offended her, she let him take what he wanted without any resistance.

He looked at Zhu Zheng's slightly swollen lips, which were a deep red due to his harsh treatment of her. Her neck was covered with bite marks that he had deliberately made, which were very eye-catching.

In fact, it was at this time that I really got angry.

I'm not angry at her, I'm angry at myself.

She took this matter so lightly that it left him at a loss as to what to do.

It was like this when we first met, it was like this when Cheng Xushan was like this, and it is like this now.

She didn't seem to understand that things in this world can only be done with the person you love, and cannot be used as a means of pleasing others or as a bargaining chip.

He has never forgotten the words "my heart belongs to someone" for a moment. These few light words are like a long and endless thorn, which hurts him and makes him unable to sleep all night.

But when she asked for something else from him, he actually felt lucky, and ignored the thorn even though he was hurt, testing her indulgence again and again.

But when he was clear-headed occasionally, this namelessness, this meaninglessness, this heartlessness would remind him how shamelessly he coveted her, to the point that all the morals and etiquette he had observed for more than twenty years became a joke.

He was angry about being indulged, but he took advantage of this indulgence to become more reckless and indulged himself. Realizing his own despicable hypocritical behavior made him even more angry and mad.

"Are you listening, sir? Why don't you answer?" Zhu Zheng asked him.

Looking at the face in front of him that he had been longing for day and night, the hypocrite now despised himself while thinking about continuing to play dumb.

After all, once the bubble bursts, there's nothing left.

Rong Yan turned his head and said, "I don't have anything to ask."

He was quite domineering when it came to kissing his relatives, but now he becomes peaceful again.

Zhu Zheng refused to give up and turned his face around, "Sir, can we have a frank chat and say everything we want to say?"

Rong Yan drooped his eyelashes and wanted to take back Zhu Zheng's hands and put her down. Zhu Zheng sensed that he was trying to avoid her and held on tightly, refusing to let go.

Their hands were chasing each other around her slender waist, and they were pressed tightly together. Zhu Zheng saw off the hand for a few times, and suddenly felt something was wrong. She suddenly remembered something that she had forgotten long ago.

Before she went to look for her sister, she hid her cowhide belly in the third hole of the curved bridge connecting the front and back yards...

Rong Yan noticed her stunned look, his eyes darkened with coldness, and he said calmly, "If necessary, I can pretend I didn't see it."