Zi'an lay down, put his hands on the back of his head, and looked at him with his dark eyes, "Murong Jie, I suddenly thought of something."
"What's the matter?" Murong Jie looked at her. She looked particularly beautiful when she was calm, and he didn't even notice her address.
"Why does Prince Li keep a dog?"
Murong Jie pulled her up and rubbed her face, "Don't change the subject. Tell me, why did you laugh just now?"
Zi'an pushed his hand away, "Don't mess up my hair. I combed my hair into a bun myself today. Does it look good?"
"Don't change the subject!" Murong Jie was furious.
"I'm not changing the subject," Zi'an ran his hand through his hair and muttered, "I just feel a little uncomfortable that I put so much effort into dressing up, but you didn't even look at me."
"Will you tell it or not? Will you tell it or not?" Murong Jie pulled her over roughly, grabbed her collar with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, and said angrily.
Zi'an blinked, looked at him intently, and then called out emotionally, "Prince!"
The atmosphere was a bit strange. Murong Jie looked into her eyes and touched her red lips. He had an impulse for a moment, "What?"
"Can you move your other hand a little bit?" Zi'an said, licking his lips.
Murong Jie lowered his head and was surprised to find that his wrist had touched the softness of her chest. He pushed her away and said with disgust, "I don't feel anything when I hold it like this, like a man. Xia Zian, how unfit are you?"
Zi'an muttered, "I'm still growing."
Murong Jie glanced at her sideways, "Shameless."
"Murong Jie!"
"Call me Prince!"
"Prince Murong Jie!"
"Call me Your Highness, and don't address me by my first name!"
Zi'an propped up his chin and looked at him straight, "It's late at night, I have a suggestion!"
"What proposal?" Murong Jie looked at her warily.
Zian moved closer to him, "Why don't we go out for a drink!"
"Drink?" Murong Jie's face relaxed, "Can you drink?"
Zi'an looked at him and nodded heavily, "I can drink a lot."
It was great that he could forget the sadness just now. She hoped that he would always be in this relaxed state. Then, what if she stayed drunk with him all night
"Where do we go to drink?" Murong Jie asked.
"Let's go to the creek outside Beijing." There they can get drunk without restraint.
Murong Jie grabbed her and said, "Get up and change your clothes!"
Zi'an ran over quickly, changed his clothes behind the screen, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, picked up a lantern and a flint in his hand, and went out stealthily with him.
He came on horseback, and there were no extra horses, so the two of them rode together, bought some wine at a tavern in the city, and then quickly left the city.
When leaving the city, Murong Jie asked her to turn her face and hide it in her arms, and showed the token to the soldiers guarding the city. When the soldiers saw that the token belonged to the Regent, they hurriedly opened the city gate and let her pass.
When they arrived at the stream, Zi'an lit the lantern and put it aside, then each of them had a pot of wine and sat on a big rock.
Zi'an seemed very happy. Although tonight was definitely not a day worth being happy about, she was indeed very relaxed in her heart because this was her first formal entertainment since she came to ancient times.
Murong Jie seemed to have forgotten the pain brought by Aunt Sizhu's death. He clinked the wine jug with hers and took a sip.
Zi'an also took a sip. The spicy wine rolled down his throat, feeling like burning fire. After it finished burning, his face began to heat up and his tense nerves relaxed.
Zi'an rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at the sky. The stars were hidden and the moonlight was dim after the rainstorm. She took a deep breath and felt extremely comfortable, as if the air was sweet.
"I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time. Let me toast to this night of breeze and moonlight!" Zi'an raised the wine jug and chuckled.
"Are you stupid?" Murong Jie knocked her head. "I just came out to have a drink. Are you so happy?"
"Happy!" Zi'an turned around and looked at him, his eyes sparkling.
It feels so damn good to steal a little time to relax from busy life.
Murong Jie was already a little drunk and drank several kilograms of wine in the mansion before going to find Zi'an.
Looking at people through drunken eyes, they always look particularly good. He also particularly likes to see Zian's bright smile, and he puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his arms, "Xia Zian, you are not good-looking, but you look very good when you smile."
Well, it is his usual style to step on someone hard first and then give them some sweet treats.
However, she really couldn't accept the fact that she was not good-looking.
She faced his face and straightened her expression, "What's wrong with me?"
It's clearly very beautiful. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I feel that this face is really a gift from God.
His fingers slid across her face. "Your forehead is not full enough, your eyebrows are not dark enough, your eyes are slightly large but dull, not handsome enough, your nose is small and not generous enough, your mouth is not big enough to eat, your chest is flat and almost non-existent..."
"Shut up!" Zi'an gritted his teeth and said, "After you said that, I feel like there's nothing good about me." And what's the point of what he said about a full forehead? It's just used to describe men.
"But don't feel inferior. As long as I like you, that's enough." Murong Jie said seriously.
"Thank you!" Zi'an glared at her, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He liked her? Was this what she thought she liked
Murong Jie looked at her raised lips, his mind moved, and his movements were faster than his brain, and he printed it.
The moment their lips touched, his mind came to its senses and he wanted to move away, but the softness and warmth of her lips attracted him and he was reluctant to do so.
Zi'an's mind went blank for a moment, and then she realized that he was somewhat resistant. She immediately stretched out her hands and hooked them around his neck. Want to hide? Too late!
Zi'an obviously felt that his opponent had no skills at all, and was just relying on instinct. However, she had even less skills, and followed his rhythm in everything. Of course, she was pretending.
She doesn't look bad in modern times and she's not a nerd, so how could she not have a love affair that she should have in her youth
The lowest level of romance in college is hugging and kissing, the standard level is getting a room and doing some naughty things, and I heard that there are a few rivals for the highest level, but... forget it, anyway, her college romance is only at the lowest level, and she has no right to talk about the highest level.
After a long while, the two separated, and both of them were breathing rapidly.
Our foreheads are still touching each other, and this intimate feeling is so good and comfortable.
"You pulled my hair so hard just now that it hurts." Murong Jie complained.
"I didn't pull your hair."
"Yes, look at your hands."
Zi'an looked at his palm and found a few hairs. It seemed that she was afraid that he would run away, so she used too much force.
"Well, I'm definitely a little nervous the first time." Zi'an said embarrassedly.
"Will it be better if you do it a few more times?" Murong Jie asked her with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Zi'an looked up at him and licked his lips. "Well, practice makes perfect. Maybe it will get better."
"Then... let's get familiar with each other again?"
Zi'an pulled his head over and said, "What are you talking about?" and printed it directly.
Murong Jie felt her nails pressing into his neck, which was stinging. What a rude woman!
(End of this chapter)