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

Ever since Zhu Zheng left Tingxiaoyuan, Rong Yan almost always stayed in the study, so he placed a soft couch in the northeast corner of the study and occasionally slept here.

This soft couch came in handy today.

But the process of finding this couch was a bit tortuous.

At the beginning of last night, it was indeed a spring breeze that turned into rain. Although it was the first time for the immortal official to bring rain, he was gentle and meticulous. Sometimes the rain was as light as morning clouds, and sometimes it turned into rain, lingeringly as if waiting for a tree to bloom.

Zhu Zheng was very confused in this tenderness. At the beginning, she seemed to be in pain and cried for a while. She remembered that her voice changed its tone at that time and the immortal official almost stopped.

She didn't want him to stop.

So she bit her lip and endured it.

Although he tried his best to be impervious to anything, he was still seen through, and heard a soft, coaxing voice in his ear.

His ten fingers were held tightly, his movements became gentler, and numerous kisses fell on her sweaty ears.

His coaxing voice was hoarse but really pleasant to the ear. Zhu Zheng felt a little dizzy and couldn't help hugging him and kissing his face, or trying to keep him from kissing her reluctantly.

This attempt to retain him was unsuccessful, and the immortal official could no longer judge his strength, so he began to increase his weight gradually.

The back of his knees was rubbed until they were burning hot. It seemed that there was a button that he had dropped on the desk. Zhu Zheng cried out softly as she was rubbed against the desk. Then, she was suddenly lifted up from the desk...

It was carried to several places along the way, and stopped for a while at each place, such as the windowsill, the chair, the square table... and finally rested on the bookshelf.

There was a life-length portrait hanging on the bookshelf. Zhu Zheng felt a little cold when her back touched the canvas. She couldn't help but hum twice with her eyes closed. The person in the painting also lowered his eyebrows. When Rong Yan saw it by mistake, his breathing suddenly became very heavy. The hand on Zhu Zheng's waist tightened a little, and he hugged her even tighter.

But no matter how tightly she held her, she had no place to exert force. The only force she felt was the force coming from the person in front of her, and she wished she could be turned into a book and stuffed into a bookshelf.

Zhu Zheng felt that it was swaying violently, and the bookshelf rubbed her back a little, but she felt it was still bearable. Her fingertips unconsciously entangled his hair crown and dropped it to the ground with a sound of shattering jade. Along with the slight sound of the bookshelf shaking, rows of sage books were shaken to the ground like snowflakes.

Kisses fell densely on her brows, cheeks, and lips. Zhu Zheng was tortured by the torrential rain and the spring breeze.

She scratched his back impatiently, calling out in a broken voice, "Sir, Sir..."

Rong Yan's eyes were burning, and his moist lips pressed against her ear, "...Don't call me sir."

"Thank you..." Zhu Zheng changed her words obediently, and a light and broken sound escaped from her lips, "Hmm..."

She didn't even have time to enunciate the last syllable of her words before he suddenly interrupted her with force.

Rong Yan was sweating a little, and under the cold moonlight, he was shining with a strange luster, very beautiful.

Zhu Zheng was too embarrassed to look at him any longer. Her eyes were fixed on Rong Yan's face. She had never seen him with such an expression before, so gorgeous, so carefree and forgetful. It was extremely embarrassing to make eye contact with him.

She wanted to look away, but he wouldn't let her. Once he noticed, he pinched her chin and asked her to turn around. It was as if they were in an endless storm at sea, but Rong Yan still insisted on looking into her eyes and kissing her lips.

The tides alternated as if never stopping. Zhu Zheng's eyelashes were wet, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

The corners of Rong Yan's eyes were red. She was worried that his body couldn't handle it, so she kept asking, "Are you okay?"

Every time you ask him, he goes crazy.

Until Zhu Zheng no longer dared to ask, and no longer had the energy to ask...

He couldn't help but make a note in his mind, wondering which evil person had given him such a vicious dose of medicine.

The bamboo leaves rustled in the autumn wind, and in the quiet night of early autumn, there was no peace all night.

When it was almost dawn, Zhu Zheng was put on a soft place and fell asleep immediately as she touched the bed.

Last night was a clear night, and today is a sunny day.

Two gray thrushes landed on the window frame and chirped twice loudly. The early morning sunlight illuminated the study obliquely, and a thin ray of light came through the bed curtains.

Zhu Zheng felt her breath was suffocating. She opened her heavy eyelids a little and saw an arm wrapped around her body, pressing on her chest.

Turning her head slowly, the man who was hugging her closed his long eyelashes, and the redness on his jade-white face faded, becoming as cold and lonely as the moon in the sky.

The last thing I remember about last night was that we played around twice on this little couch.

Zhu Zheng glanced at the string of pearls on the top of the tent and remembered that it had been dangling above her head last night. She suddenly felt smelly all over.

Not daring to look any longer, she secretly poked her head out, trying to find her clothes to put on.

The study was a mess.

Portraits of joy, laughter, anger and anger were scattered all over the ground, big and small, tilted here and there, looking even more numerous than they did last night in the night.

Thinking about what he had done in front of these portraits last night, a belated feeling of shame and indignation filled Zhu Zheng's head.

Especially now that her clothes were scattered here and there next to those portraits of people who were dressed appropriately, Zhu Zheng felt that she had to destroy this lewd scene immediately.

I looked around to the sides. I had been held and had not touched the ground all night, so I didn't know where my shoes had fallen.

"I woke up."

A voice came from behind.

Zhu Zheng was startled, and immediately pulled the quilt over her with the half of her body that was sticking out, wrapping herself tightly.

Because there was only this one quilt, when it was pulled, most of the other person's arm was exposed and there was no quilt covering him.

It was still early in the morning, and the bed curtains were made of several layers of semi-transparent lilac-colored gauze, through which mottled spots of light shone.

In front of me was a collarbone and chest as white as jade, covered with long and thin red marks.

Of course she remembered who was the instigator, but there was nothing good about herself. At most, she was just... fighting back.

Zhu Zheng’s face was so hot that it seemed like it was melting. She wrapped herself in the quilt and wanted to turn around again.

Little did he know that his back was pressed against the edge of the bed and he almost fell off.

Rong Yan pulled the thin blanket, hooked her waist and pulled her back, staring at her face and asked, "Are you tired?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but a different kind of hoarseness from last night.

Zhu Zheng's face turned red when she heard this. She didn't expect him to ask this right away. It was not easy to answer.

"Um……."

Zhu Zheng hesitated for a while, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was a little hoarse.

"What about you...are you tired..."

She chose to throw the question back, after all, he was the one who had been working hard yesterday.

Rong Yan didn't answer.

Perhaps he also found it difficult to answer.

Zhu Zheng's eyes showed a triumphant smile. Rong Yan reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears. He paused on her face for a long time and said softly, "Sleep a little longer."

She actually didn't want to sleep. There wasn't enough space for two people to lie side by side on such a narrow couch. She could only hold him in her arms for comfort. But now both of them were naked, so it wasn't appropriate to hold him in her arms anyway.

Zhu Zheng blinked her eyes, wanting to talk to him for a while, perhaps to ask about his health, and also to be curious about what had happened.

Rong Yan was looking at her through the gap in the thin quilt, and the atmosphere seemed a little subtle.

There is a huge difference between moonlight and sunlight. She no longer has the recklessness she had yesterday. Compared with yesterday's impulsiveness and worry, now that she has just learned that people can be so close to each other, she doesn't know how to face him.

After a long silence, Rong Yan asked again, "Are you hungry?"

Zhu Zheng bit her lip and said, "I'm not hungry."

Rong Yan said to himself, "Eat something later, I'll have someone take you back."

Zhu Zheng felt a chill in her heart, and that little bit of shyness disappeared halfway.

that's it?

Zhu Zheng couldn't explain what reaction she wanted from him, but his current reaction made her unhappy.

So she took the initiative to say, "Last night..."

Rong Yan looked away and continued, "Last night... I recognized the wrong person."

Zhu Zheng was stunned.

After being stunned for a long while, he felt a nameless anger rising in his heart.

I called her name in her ear all night last night, and she almost got calluses from hearing it...

Who did you mistake for someone else? Who is Zhu Zheng? Who is Zheng'er?

Rong Yan could see that she was angry, and stared at her secretly, "Otherwise, do you really think we are married?"

His tone was calm, but to Zhu Zheng it sounded like sarcasm.

She thought that he might not remember and might be confused, but she didn't expect him to ask her so calmly.

The resentment of the past few days surged up, and Zhu Zheng could not hide her temper and said, "I'm engaged. The Grand Tutor personally granted me the marriage. Have you forgotten?"

Rong Yan's eyes darkened slightly, "I haven't forgotten, you should remember it too."

Even though she was a little slow, she now understood that Rong Yan was drawing a line in the sand and refusing to acknowledge his mistake.

It's so clumsy... so clumsy that it's ridiculous...

It was because she offered herself to him, coaxed him, deceived him, and used all her tricks to get him to take off his clothes.

She asked for it, she deserves it.

"Very good, it's a one-night stand. Your Excellency the Grand Tutor is a beautiful man, I don't feel at a disadvantage." Zhu Zheng was so angry that she wanted to get out of bed. When she stepped on the ground with her bare feet, her legs went limp and she became even angrier.

"Actually, I don't care at all. Anyway, I treat you... well..."

Rong Yan sat up, put one hand to cover her mouth, put another hand around her waist, and carried her to the bed.

He has experienced enough of how many sweet words and how many hurtful words this mouth can say.

Of course Zhu Zheng refused to let him hug her again.

She was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his tiger's mouth, but Rong Yan did not move and let her bite until blood came.

If she had been willing to bite him like this last night, perhaps he would have completely sobered up and would never have let the situation turn out like this.

The quilt came apart during the struggle, and Rong Yan picked up the quilt and wrapped the person in his arms. Zhu Zheng was wrapped in the quilt and couldn't move, flapping around like a fish in a pocket.

Until Rong Yan uttered a muffled groan, a tone that sounded familiar. He had made this sound many times last night.

Zhu Zheng was so frightened that she froze and dared not move. Then she realized what it was like for Rong Yan to be holding her in his arms. She couldn't breathe smoothly and could only shrink back into the quilt.

"You...you put on your clothes first..."

Rong Yan said calmly, "I can't reach it."

Zhu Zheng: "You..."

You are playing rogue, right?

Rong Yan hugged the person tightly with the quilt, as if he didn't remember what he had just said, and returned to the first topic.

"I didn't sleep a wink last night. Let me sleep a little longer."

Sleep on it, she wants to go home now.

Zhu Zheng tried to push him away with her head, but Rong Yan refused to let go. He pulled aside the quilt to reveal her face and rubbed his chin on the top of her hair.

"Sleep a little longer." His voice was very light, "Just a little while is fine..."