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

The bright moonlight fills the window.

Zhu Zheng was caught off guard by the word "not married" and was speechless for a long time.

As soon as he said this, Zhu Zheng seemed like some lustful and obscene lecher.

Of course, in fact she was indeed very anxious.

But she had good reasons for her impatience!

"Now I think of not getting married." Zhu Zheng frowned and said, "Didn't we all..."

"No." Rong Yan's voice was very light.

"what?"

"I said no..." He lowered his eyelashes and looked into her eyes.

Zhu Zheng’s head buzzed.

After drinking that cup of "Drunken Spring Night", she only remembered that her mind was full of confusion and love. How could there not be...

Rong Yan's breath was heavy, but his warm lips were as light as feathers, falling densely on her face, and his words were concise and to the point.

"…You fell asleep."

Zhu Zheng was completely stunned.

She recalled more than once what happened on the night of the poetry party. It was the first time she was so close to Rong Yan. She was too nervous from beginning to end. In addition, she had very little experience. She only vaguely felt that it was different from the "next day" mentioned in the book...

As for why it is different, she also had many theories.

For example, she is indeed strong because of her daily exercise, for example, the drunken spring night is actually a cup of thoughtful and perfect tonic, and for example, the Grand Tutor is actually strong on the outside but weak on the inside or has some unspeakable secrets...

In short, everything was calm and there was nothing unusual.

It turns out that there is really nothing...

Zhu Zheng was stunned for a long time, recalling the vivid morning when they first met, and asked stupidly, "But my clothes..."

Rong Yan's hot breath touched her ear. "You took it off yourself."

Zhu Zheng was even more stunned, "What about your clothes..."

Rong Yan: "You took it off too."

Zhu Zheng: “…”

"If I don't let you take it off, you'll bite me." Rong Yan drooped his eyes and gently stroked her lips to accuse her, "There are two small fangs hidden in your mouth, and they hurt a lot when they bite people..."

Zhu Zheng's mind turned into a mess, and Rong Yan's eyes became blurred again. Seeing that the person in his arms was distracted, he was a little dissatisfied, so he pinched her face and made her look at him.

"It still hurts..."

Rong Yan's voice was so soft and hoarse that it made people feel infinite grievance.

How could it still hurt...

Zhu Zheng swallowed and said with a guilty conscience, "When did you bite me?"

Rong Yanren frowned as he felt restless. He thought about it for a while and said vaguely, "... not long ago."

nonsense……

They haven't seen each other for some time, and it was obvious that he was bringing up old issues and making new ones on her.

Seeing Rong Yan's confusion, Zhu Zheng felt the powerlessness of the conversation and was not prepared to continue to tangle with a fool. She still remembered her grand plan and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

"How about this..." Zhu Zheng suggested in a roundabout way, "Sir, take off your clothes and I'll massage you, okay?"

Rong Yan's eyes were filled with burning heat and sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but pull her closer to him.

“Blow, blow…”

"Okay, okay...blow, blow, blow, it's okay to blow."

Under the moon, their figures leaned against each other. Zhu Zheng coaxed him softly for a long time, and finally persuaded him to loosen his clothes by himself.

The collar was unbuttoned, revealing a jade-white collarbone with a hint of early lotus red. Of course, there were no teeth marks on it.

Zhu Zheng pretended to blow it, thinking about whether she could take off this iron-like clothes if she bit him again...

"Is it done?" She looked up after blowing and asked patiently.

"Go down a little." Rong Yan said in a hoarse voice.

Zhu Zheng followed suit and blew under his collarbone again.

Rong Yan breathed deeply, "Further down..."

Zhu Zheng tilted her head, confused. Where was next?

Seeing that she didn't understand, Rong Yan pulled her hand over his heart and said, "Here."

“…This is where it hurts the most.”

His body temperature could be felt through his half-open shirt, and his heartbeat beneath her palm was chaotic and powerful, shaking her palm as if she was holding a ball of sudden rain.

Zhu Zheng's face had already turned red. She leaned closer to him, opened her clothes a little, and blew gently towards that place.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes, the moonlight projected her beautiful outline on his chest, her dark eyes glowed softly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, betraying the throbbing she was trying to conceal.

The undercurrent surging in his blood made him dizzy. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her over and kissed her lips again.

This time the kiss was delicate and soothing. Rong Yan felt like he was holding a piece of candied fruit in his mouth after drinking enough bitter medicine. He wanted to swallow it immediately, but was reluctant to eat it all in one gulp.

Zhu Zheng couldn't help but let out a moan when being kissed.

Half lying on the desk, with no place to put her legs, she could only hook them around his waist, her long hair hanging down, her shoulders and neck supported in his palms, forcing her head to tilt back, her graceful curve like a thin jade ruyi.

Zhu Zheng's experience of reading a lot of books told her that just kissing is useless, even if you kiss your mouth until it's broken.

Since the poetry gathering happened overnight without incident, it meant that neither of them had much experience, which made the difficulty increase dramatically.

But once Zhu Zheng has made up her mind about something, she rarely gives up halfway.

One hand reached out and wrapped around Rong Yan's neck, tightly entwining and kissing him, while the other hand repeated the same trick and quietly wrapped around his collar.

It was much easier to reach in after the collar was unbuttoned. Zhu Zheng seized the opportunity and went all out. She grabbed his outer robe and inner garment and tore them apart together. The tasseled laces were pulled apart, and several round jade buttons fell off and clinked to the ground.

Rong Yan closed his eyes and kissed her intently, occasionally making muffled low moans between her lips.

The white jade-like chest was open, revealing a light crimson color, and the blue veins on the arms were like winding streams in the snow.

Zhu Zheng suddenly felt that victory was within reach. She finally found her belt after pushing through the layers of clothes...

His hand was caught again on the spot.

Even if the top is completely torn off, no one is allowed to touch the lower part.

Zhu Zheng started to get annoyed.

She was a girl who had risked everything, but she was so anxious that she was sweating all over her forehead when she met such a chaste and virtuous man.

You are such a stinking stone, you are deceiving yourself! If you are really so chaste, you should just not let anyone kiss you on the mouth!

Zhu Zheng was really driven crazy by him and was almost crying out of anxiety.

"What do you want? Do you know that something bad will happen?"

The person in his arms had raised eyebrows and a face full of worry. Rong Yan's eyes were red, but his expression revealed complete confusion.

Even though his limbs were almost dried up by the fierce fire, the occasional burst of clarity in his struggle would still tell him to stop. This was enough, and he could not go any further, no matter what.

As to why it couldn't, it wasn't clear at the moment.

When this man is conscious, he can still talk about reason, but when he is unconscious, he is just like a big square, straight, dry and hard lump of wood.

Zhu Zheng scratched her hair anxiously, it was already half past midnight, Rong Yan's whole body was abnormally red, the medicine had long since worn out his effect, and when his life was at stake, he was still here, being stubborn about whether or not to get married.

Unless you marry him right here and now, he would rather suffocate to death than lose his chastity, right?