Because he had to work with Mu Zhan, he couldn't write poetry. It's impossible to write in front of the person who wants to send love poems, it's really shameful to the toes, and it can't be saved.
If he wanted to stay alone, Mu Zhan would think a lot. He simply sat in Mu Zhan's arms and didn't move, and thought about it first.
He leaned back lazily, his entire back was pressed against Mu Zhan's chest, he raised his head slightly, rested the back of his head on Mu Zhan's shoulder, touched his chin with his fingers, and thought seriously. Thinking about it this way, the current sitting atmosphere was unexpectedly suitable for inspiring him.
He unconsciously raised his head, only using a hair band to tie the long hair behind his head, gently swept the side of Mu Zhan's neck, picked up a little itch, which spread quickly, and even his heart was a little itchy.
Mu Zhan was in no mood to do things immediately, and his attention was all in one place.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on top of Wen Mingyu's head, pressed it lightly, and said, "Don't move."
Wen Mingyu subconsciously tilted her head to look at him, but she could only see a perfectly curved chin and a small half-faced face.
"Oh."
He responded obediently, but really didn't move, and threw himself into thinking again. However, a certain person is not so attentive. Even if the person in his arms does not move, there are still many places between the two of them. It is not so much that Wen Mingyu disturbs him by moving around. It is better to say that he himself Disturbed.
Mu Zhan couldn't help moving his hand on Wen Mingyu's waist and rubbed it. Wen Mingyu shuddered suddenly and was forced to return to her senses, looking at Mu Zhan, "What are you doing?"
Mu Zhan lowered his head with a look of concentration on his affairs. He turned his head when he heard the voice, showing a somewhat puzzled expression.
Wen Mingyu hesitated, was it really just an unconscious action, like fiddling with the corners of the test paper when he was thinking about how to solve the problem.
So, he didn't say anything and continued to think about himself. But it didn't take long before Mu Zhan rubbed it again, and when he touched it, Wen Mingyu couldn't help shaking, and his waist was itchy and soft.
Now, how could it be impossible to see that Mu Zhan did it on purpose.
Wen Mingyu glared at him, but Mu Zhan didn't hide it, and said frankly, "I can't concentrate when you are by my side."
Wen Mingyu straightened up, looking like she was about to get up, "Then shall I go to the side?"
Saying so, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly, a little arc that couldn't be suppressed.
Mu Zhan refused without hesitation, "No, I won't move you."
As soon as Wen Mingyu got up a little, he was hugged by Mu Zhan and pressed back again, pressing him even tighter. Next, Mu Zhan really didn't make any small moves, but tried his best to focus on his work.
After an hour, everything was done. Wen Mingyu immediately poked him twice in the waist, and went back in revenge.
The result, with a poke, was found to be hard.
Wen Mingyu suddenly studied the abdominal muscles. When the muscles are in a relaxed state, they are soft, elastic, and feel surprisingly good. Only when they are taut will they be hard. Mu Zhan's muscles are not very exaggerated, but moderately thick, with just the right amount of strength and beauty, as if it were a work of art.
Mu Zhan let him play for a while, then grabbed his wrist, his voice was low and hoarse: "If you touch it again, you will regret it."
The hot breath blew through the earlobe, making his sensitive ears turn red at once, Wen Mingyu heard the meaning of his words, and instantly retracted his hand, too obedient.
Mu Zhan was a little pity, as if he was regretting that there was no excuse for punishing him.
Then, as if he remembered something, he took out a thin chain from his sleeve pocket. It was quite similar to the previous one, but there were many differences. Obviously, the material had changed. But Wen Mingyu couldn't see what it was doing.
Mu Zhan leaned over, put his hand on his knee, slid down the slender and well-proportioned calf line, clasped his ankle, then undid the buckle, and wrapped the light golden chain around Wen Mingyu. On the foot, the size is just right, not too bad.
"This chain will shrink, even if you become a rabbit, it will not fall off."
Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled it, and found that it was elastic, and the chain would stretch with his hand. I don't know what metal it is, but it looks like it's made of gold.
Mu Zhan said: "It is indeed made of gold, but it has been specially treated during production, and it has become what it is now."
Wen Mingyu was just curious, but didn't want to study this aspect, so he quickly shifted his attention and observed this delicate chain. This time, a small and beautiful bell was added to it, which was also light gold. There are patterns carved on it, and when the feet are shaken, a sound can be faintly heard.
"Then if I walk with this on, won't others hear it?"
Wen Mingyu felt embarrassed just thinking about it and wanted to take it off.
But Mu Zhan stopped him, "The voice is very low, only people who are very close to you can hear you if you shake so much."
It's almost as if only the two of them could hear it.
Wen Mingyu tried it, and it was exactly as Mu Zhan said.
He jumped out of Mu Zhan's arms, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, walked a few steps at will, walked slowly without making a sound, and only made a little stride. In the quiet hall, it is easy to ignore the small crisp bell sound.
Wen Mingyu didn't take it off.
While he was trying, Mu Zhan sat in the same position and watched his movements silently. As he walked, his white ankles were faintly exposed under the hem of his clothes, and the delicate light-gold chains made his skin more and more jade white and smooth. , The arc of the instep is very beautiful, even the toes are a touch of pink, and the bells are shaking, making people seem to be in a trance.
He watched Wen Mingyu walking barefoot on the carpet, his eyes became darker and darker, and suddenly he had the urge to stop stepping there, come over, step on him, and then he firmly grasped that Only the ankle, pulled over, and kissed along a little bit.
And Wen Mingyu didn't know what he was thinking at all. After trying it, he found that it was fine, and the thin chain looked good, so he accepted it calmly.
He pondered again in his heart, how to avoid Mu Zhan, write down the poems he just thought of, and send them out.
When he looked up again, he saw Mu Zhan's hand resting on the table, his fingers pinched between his eyebrows, his eyes half-drooped, and the pheromones around him were a little restless.
Wen Mingyu walked over subconsciously and asked, "Tired? Are you in a bad mood?"
Mu Zhan put down his hand, looked up at him, and nodded, "Well, I'm very tired."
Wen Mingyu was shocked, because he had asked Mu Zhan before about something like this, but Mu Zhan would never admit it. It seemed that he had to maintain a smooth and impeccable appearance at all times, and would never show weakness.
When asked this time, Wen Mingyu didn't have any hope that he would nod, and planned to think of another way, but he didn't expect that Mu Zhan would actually say tired. And the amount of business handled just now is obviously not much, it is nothing compared to the past. Mu Zhan was busy all the time and slept very late a few years ago, and he never said that.
Is it because their relationship has changed
Moreover, Mu Zhan is acting like a spoiled child, right
Although the expression is still light, but the boyfriend is coquettish, who can stand it? !
He used to think that Mu Zhan was a coquettish, arrogant and arrogant, but now it seems that he has to change it, he is acting like a coquette!
Wen Mingyu likes Mu Zhan like this, and feels that the two are closer. People only act coquettishly when they are very close to people, not to mention Mu Zhan's character. He never imagined what Mu Zhan would be like acting like a spoiled child.
However, the most important thing now, of course, is to coax your boyfriend.
Wen Mingyu walked over quickly, held his hand, and said softly, "Sleep for a while? Or should I squeeze your shoulder?"
Mu Zhan took his hand, put it lightly on his face, rubbed it a bit, and said with a smile, "Young master pinches my shoulders, how can I do it?"
Wen Mingyu: "..."
Really, it's time to act suddenly.
The force was very light, the back of his hand was itchy, and he couldn't help shrinking his hand, and his ears were still red.
He muttered: "...then do you want it?"
Mu Zhan sat on a chair while Wen Mingyu stood. Under such a height gap, Mu Zhan could only look up at him, from bottom to top. In the past, even in such a weak position, Mu Zhan could remain strong and gain the upper hand, but this time it was different.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and held Wen Mingyu's hand beside his face again, his lips touching his fingertips as if he had nothing. Such a scene is inexplicably like a knight declaring his loyalty to his king and never betraying him.
Wen Mingyu always felt that the atmosphere had an indescribable taste, her body was stiff from tension, and she didn't know what Mu Zhan was going to do next.
But Mu Zhan just kissed his hand, then put it down, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Pinch your shoulders first, then sleep with me, okay?"
Wen Mingyu's body was faster than her head, and she nodded immediately, as if bewitched.
Beauty is misleading!
However, he was misled willingly.
Your boyfriend, who you don't coax
What Mu Zhan said, he just wanted to nod his head and say yes, and promise you everything.
So Wen Mingyu walked behind Mu Zhan and pinched his shoulders. Although he is not as skilled as a medical officer, he can still be regarded as a good figure. After all, he has helped the dean to press the shoulder before, and he has some experience. He knows where to relieve muscle soreness, and it will be much more comfortable after pressing.
After pressing for a long time, Mu Zhan said it was done, took his hand, pressed the person into his arms and sat down again, and squeezed his fingers smoothly, and asked, "Are you tired?"
Wen Mingyu was a little funny, just pressing her shoulders, how tired could she be.
However, Wen Mingyu still pursed the corners of her mouth, restrained her smile, and said deliberately, "Tired."
Mu Zhan really helped him squeeze his hands and knead slowly.
Wen Mingyu finally couldn't help it, lying on top of him with a smile, her shoulders trembled.
"We are too stupid. We can't stop again and again. Hahaha."
Mu Zhan saw that he was laughing and his body was crooked, so he was about to fall to the side, put his hand on his back waist, pressed it hard, and pressed it back into his arms.
Mu Zhan's expression didn't change, only the eyes that looked at Wen Mingyu were more tender.
After squeezing each other's hands for a while, they went to take a nap together.
Wen Mingyu wasn't very sleepy, just slept with Mu Zhan for a while, he slipped into Mu Zhan's arms skillfully, raised his head and said, "I want to ask you a question."
Mu Zhan: "Ask."
Wen Mingyu blinked, "What do you want?"
When they were together, he just wanted to be with Mu Zhan all the time and wanted Mu Zhan to be happy. Not long after he came here, he learned about Mu Zhan's childhood experiences, and he was filled with fear and sympathy. At that time, he only wanted to leave the palace, but then his mood changed. When he thought of Mu Zhan's past, he could only feel distressed and pity. , I can't wait to go to the past and hold the little Mu Zhan in my arms, so as not to let him feel a little lonely and sad.
Mu Zhan was stunned when he heard this, because no one would ask him that. There has always been only what he should do and what he should not do, and what he thinks and what he likes is not important, and no one will care.
If someone asked, he would not be so touched.
But this is Wen Mingyu.
The dark and moist eyes looked at him extremely straightforwardly, just the thought of Wen Mingyu wanting him to be happy, without doing anything, already made him happy.
The corners of Mu Zhan's mouth could not be restrained, and he couldn't hide it at all.
He smiled and said, "I want to get married."
Wen Mingyu paused and hesitated, "This... except this?"
Mu Zhan pursed his lips deliberately, showing a look of disappointment, and said, "Intercourse."
Wen Mingyu blushed instantly, and coughed in shock. It's not that I can't talk about these things, it's just that when I heard such a direct word in broad daylight, it was Mu Zhan's sexy voice, and I couldn't help thinking a lot.
Mu Zhan seemed to see it, smiled and changed some euphemistic words, "The love of fish and water, Wushan Yunyu, Dianluan and phoenix, wedding candles, can you want these?"
Also these.
How much does he want!
Wen Mingyu's face turned even redder, not relieved at all because he seemed to use euphemisms.
Wen Mingyu pretended to be serious, "Apart from what I just said, what else?"
Mu Zhan said, "No more."
When he was talking, he stared straight at Wen Mingyu, as if he was silently saying that all he wants is you, and everything is enough with you.
Wen Mingyu felt that he was gone in an instant.
Mingming just wanted to ask Mu Zhan a question, how could he be beaten by himself.
Wen Mingyu lowered her head and buried it in Mu Zhan's arms, her voice lowered, obviously embarrassed, "...Sleep."
Mu Zhan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Didn't you ask me what I want first? Just ask, but don't give it to me?"
Of course Wen Mingyu could hear that he was doing it on purpose, so he couldn't help but opened his mouth and bit him, but Mu Zhan groaned, his body shrank, and he couldn't help bending down.
Wen Mingyu didn't expect him to react so much, so he quickly touched it twice. But it didn't work, it was true that Mu Zhan's eyes were redder.
He also felt the agitation of Mu Zhan's pheromone, and the smell of spirits became stronger. He thought that Mu Zhan was really in pain, so he quickly released his pheromone to comfort him, and even wanted to call the imperial doctor over.
But Mu Zhan tightened his hand and pressed the person into his arms, not letting him go.
Wen Mingyu felt that Mu Zhan put his chin on top of his head, and then there was a low sound of nothing.
He wanted to say something else, but suddenly realized that the voice was too hoarse...
Wen Mingyu immediately became obedient, especially her two legs, she had never been so obedient before. He didn't sleep very peacefully before, and in the blink of an eye, he was like an octopus, holding Mu Zhan tightly with his hands, feet and feet.
Wen Mingyu slept with Mu Zhan for half an hour. The questions asked earlier were not answered, but Mu Zhan seemed to have found something and came to urge marriage from time to time.
At the beginning, Wen Mingyu would answer and wait, and then learn to ignore him later.
Mu Zhan would change the way, hide the problem in it, want to get married is true, and also want to tease Wen Mingyu.
During the meal, Mu Zhan served him vegetables.
"Do you want roast chicken?"
"want!"
"Do you want venison?"
"want!"
"Do you want to be married?"
"want!"
Wen Mingyu ate it with relish, and replied habitually. After speaking, he reacted slowly. As soon as he looked up, he met Mu Zhan's handsome smiling face, and he said slowly, "You agreed."
Wen Mingyu's face was rude but helpless, "I take it back, it doesn't count."
Mu Zhan didn't care either, he picked up a piece of venison and ate it, in a way that didn't matter if I asked tomorrow.
What can Wen Mingyu say? What kind of bad thoughts can a big beauty have? Just a small wish.
He glanced at Mu Zhan before continuing to eat. There was a piece of spareribs in the bowl, the gravy was rich, and the cooking was very tasty. After the meat was eaten, he couldn't help sucking on the bones for a while.
Mu Zhan's eyes stopped on him, watching him eat. Wen Mingyu nibbled happily for a while, felt her sight, looked up suspiciously, and licked her lips subconsciously.
Mu Zhan became more and more silent.
After a while, Wen Mingyu noticed something, put down the bones silently, and went to eat something else. Then, he looked at Mu Zhan inadvertently, and saw that he just took a mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth, the white glutinous rice grains disappeared, the tip of the chopsticks pressed against the gap between his lips, and he took it out again, only a short two Seconds, but Wen Mingyu couldn't help looking at Mu Zhan's light-colored thin lips, and unconsciously remembered the soft touch, the feeling of kissing.
Wen Mingyu felt that something was wrong with him.
But then again, it's a matter of course that you'll be happy doing intimate things with someone you like. And like now, the two of them sit and eat together, chatting about meaningless daily conversations, and it is also very happy.
Wen Mingyu couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, feeling joy in her heart.
In the next two days, Wen Mingyu reconsidered and changed two words in the poem that he had made in his heart, read it several times, and changed it again, and finally he was satisfied. Then he found a time and wrote it down very carefully.
Every stroke and every painting is a seriousness that has never been seen before.
The handwriting is clear, the writing is vigorous, and the sincere and hot emotions are integrated into these lines of characters.
until the final draw.
Wen Mingyu let out a long sigh of relief, and the hand holding the pen was sweating nervously.
He put down the pen, waited for the ink to dry slowly, looked down at the rice paper, and read the poem silently in his heart. Then, stood quietly watching, not moving.
The words written on the paper were already beautiful, but he was still not satisfied and hesitated to rewrite it.
And just at this moment, Mu Zhan came over.
Wen Mingyu was thinking about things, and her reaction was a little slow. When the people approached, it was too late to hide, so she could only use her body to block it, trying to hide it.
"What can't I see?" Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wen Mingyu shook her head, "Nothing."
Mu Zhan pretended to sigh sadly.
Wen Mingyu was immediately embarrassed and struggled for a while, but after all, as Mu Zhan wished, he stepped aside and showed him.
"I wrote it for you. I wanted to pack it up and give it to you more solemnly."
Mu Zhan had already noticed something was wrong with Wen Mingyu for the past two days, and seemed to be secretly tinkering with something, but he didn't expect it to be a gift for himself.
He reached for the piece of paper and looked down. Just a few lines of poetry can be read in no time, but Mu Zhan stared at it for a while, still not moving, as if he had to read it thousands of times before he was willing to give up.
Wen Mingyu sent out the poem she wrote. She was a little shy and nervous, but she wanted to know how Mu Zhan would react when she received it. Instead of ducking her head to avoid it, she turned her ears red and looked straight at Mu Zhan. .
But for a long while, Mu Zhan didn't say anything.
He was puzzled and apprehensive, did he not write well? He put what he wanted to say most in the poem, if Mu Zhan didn't like it...
Wen Mingyu was a little at a loss, and subconsciously wanted to get the poem back.
But Mu Zhan was faster than him, put the paper back on the table, and as if he could no longer hold back, he grabbed Wen Mingyu's waist, picked him up and placed him on the other side of the table. , leaned over and pressed it, pinched his chin, and kissed him strongly and passionately. That terrifying offensive that was irresistible and desperate, almost swallowed Wen Mingyu in one bite.
Wen Mingyu was lying on the table with a hand on the back of her head, and it didn't hurt, but the sudden kiss made her dazed, she couldn't breathe, and the end of her eyes was light. Red, her eyes were wet and watery, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had been bullied so badly, she could only whimper and tremble weakly, pitiful and cute.
His breath was taken away, Wen Mingyu was a little hypoxic and dizzy after being kissed, Mu Zhan squeezed his face lightly, let him breathe with his mouth open for a while, just pecked and kissed at the corner of his mouth and waited for him He breathed a little more, and kissed again, his lips and tongues intertwined and pressed close together, as if separated for a second, he would die of thirst like a fish in the desert.
I don't know how long it took before they slowly separated, and their lips were wet and watery. Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and rubbed the corner of Wen Mingyu's mouth. Because he kissed for too long, his lips were a little swollen, blushing, slightly opened, and he exhaled a fruity sweet and somewhat hot breath, like two slices Wetted petals.
Mu Zhan rubbed off the remaining water on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and then put it into his own mouth. Wen Mingyu's body exudes a strong fruity fragrance, and the whole person is sweet, even if it is body fluid, it seems to have a sweet and greasy aroma when he eats it, which makes him crave for more.
Wen Mingyu lay softly on the table, panting rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her face as red as she was drunk, and her clothes and belts were a little messy. He never thought that the love poems he sent out would make Mu Zhan suddenly go crazy.
Mu Zhan finally calmed down a little at this time, but his eyes were still a little red and his emotions were intense. He lowered his head and kissed Wen Mingyu lightly, and said slowly, "I like it very much, I like it very much."
It was the love poem.
Everything Wen Mingyu wanted to say was in it.
He saw it all and felt it clearly.
This is the best gift he has ever received in his life so far.
Wen Mingyu raised her hand, hugged his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not just this poem, I will give you more and better ones in the future."
I regret not participating in your past, but I want to walk with you in the future.
The corners of Mu Zhan's mouth twitched, revealing a very gentle smile, and replied in a low voice, "Okay."
Wen Mingyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was a little embarrassed, and looked away, but soon turned back, looked at Mu Zhan frankly, and said seriously, "I want to marry you."