After returning home, Zi'an still couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, touching her lips with her fingers. She felt a little dizzy. She thought it was because of the alcohol.
My chest was filled with an emotion, an indescribable feeling of joy.
Is she in love? Oh, so annoying, okay, she is just pretending, it feels so good.
She hugged the quilt, but felt hot again, so she kicked it away, muttering, "Is he asleep?"
"Not yet!" Murong Jie's voice came from the chaise longue, sounding a little depressed.
Zi'an tilted his head and looked through the dim light. He couldn't see his face clearly, only the outline. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"How can I sleep if you toss and turn in bed and disturb me?" Murong Jie stared at her, not understanding why he couldn't sleep in bed. He always slept in bed before he drank.
Zian sat up and said, "Since no one can sleep, why don't we chat?"
Murong Jie was eager to chat and asked her, "Why can you sleep on the bed, but I have to sleep here?"
Zi'an said, "I didn't ask you to sleep over there. You went there on your own."
"You said you wanted to sleep on the bed. You've already chosen it. Can I still leave you here?"
Zian rolled his eyes, "This bed is so big, I can't sleep in it all, so you can sleep in it too."
Murong Jie turned over, holding the quilt and holding his shoes, he walked over barefoot and said, "Wouldn't it be better if you said this earlier?"
"Didn't we sleep together when we were in the suburbs of Beijing?" Zi'an took the quilt from his hand, moved his position, and slept in it.
"I think something is different after tonight." Aren't women more reserved? Why didn't he notice this in her
Zian muttered, "Shouldn't we be closer after tonight?"
"Who knows you? You behaved like a little silver thief by the stream tonight. I thought you should calm down to avoid making mistakes." Murong Jie fell asleep with a look of displeasure written all over his handsome face.
"What mistake did you make? I'm not worried about you, but you're still on guard against me?" Zi'an felt very angry. Besides, she was not the one who had never touched the opposite sex. He was the one. He should be the one who was so impatient.
"Why are you arguing? You're ruining the atmosphere." Murong Jie pressed her head against his chest and strangled her neck. "Just sleep like this. Don't have any bad thoughts."
Zi'an's head was pressed down by his hand and he couldn't move. He could only say angrily: "I don't know who ruined the atmosphere."
"Shh, go to sleep, just sleep peacefully." Murong Jie closed his eyes and hugged her with his hands. Zi'an curled up with his head resting on his arms. Even though the atmosphere was partially destroyed, it still felt very beautiful.
Both of them had drunk some wine, and now they hugged each other without any grudges in their hearts, and fell asleep quickly.
When he came back, it was agreed that he had to leave before daybreak to avoid being discovered.
Although the decree has come down and the two can interact with each other, they cannot sleep together legitimately.
Before Zi'an's eyelids drooped, he thought that he had to wake up after a short nap, otherwise, it would be miserable when the daybreak came.
But I slept until dawn.
Zi'an was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside the door. She jumped up and woke Murong Jie up, "Someone is coming, get up quickly."
Murong Jie hadn't had a good night's sleep in recent days, or rather, he usually slept for about two hours a night. It was a rare good night's sleep, so why would he want to wake up? He rolled up the quilt and pushed her, "Stop making noise!" and went back to sleep.
Murong Zhuangzhuang's voice came from outside the door, "Zi'an hasn't gotten up yet? It's almost noon, are you feeling unwell?"
Is it noon
Zi'an was shocked. It was already noon? And Zhuangzhuang was outside the door. This was terrible. I thought it was Xiaosun and I could fool him.
She lowered her head and bit his ear, "Hurry up, Zhuangzhuang is here to catch you cheating."
Murong Jie opened his eyes with a thud, "Aunt?"
Then he closed his eyes again, "It's coming, please ask her to sit outside."
"No, it won't be good if she finds out." The main reason was that she left a good impression in front of Zhuangzhuang, and she didn't want her image to be ruined.
"This house is so small, where can I hide?" Murong Jie was a little angry. It was bad enough that he was woken up for no reason, and now he had to hide like a thief who couldn't stand the light.
"Behind the screen, hurry up!" Zi'an helped him hold his shoes, grabbed his collar and dragged him behind the screen.
Over there, Zhuangzhuang was already knocking on the door, "Zi'an, are you up? Don't you have to go to Prince Liang's mansion today?"
Zi'an then remembered that he hadn't been to Prince Liang's Mansion for two days. Alas, playing with things really ruined one's ambition. Murong Jie is just such a thing.
She tidied her hair, walked to open the door, and Murong Zhuangzhuang and Chen Liuliu came in, followed by Xiaosun. The three of them looked at her with puzzlement.
"It's okay. I drank a little last night and overslept." Zi'an smiled embarrassedly and moved back guiltily, blocking the way to the screen.
Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at her and said, "You do look a little pale, are you sick?"
"No, I'm not sick, I just... I drank too much, and my face is a little pale."
"It's not pale, it's very red. Do you have a fever?" Murong Zhuangzhuang reached out and touched her forehead, saying to himself, "Yes, I have a fever."
Chen Liuliu said to Xiaosun, "Xiaosun, go make a bowl of heat-clearing tea."
"Yes!" Xiaosun went out.
Murong Zhuangzhuang asked Zi'an to sit down, but the sharp-eyed Chen Liuliu noticed a coat on the bed, "This coat looks so familiar!"
Murong Zhuangzhuang looked over and exclaimed, "Isn't this Lao Qi's?"
"No, it's mine. I have one too, a couple's outfit!" Zi'an snatched it away with one hand and stuffed it into the closet, his expression becoming more and more unnatural.
Murong Zhuangzhuang and Chen Liuliu looked at each other, somewhat confused.
"Isn't it that Old Seven is here?"
Zi'an laughed and said, "How is that possible? The prince is very busy, how can he have the time to come to my place? I just got up. Even if he comes, he will have to wait for me outside."
"That's right. I went to the palace before I came here. I heard from Su Qing that the seventh brother was not at home because he had a lot to do recently." Murong Zhuangzhuang said as he sat down.
Murong Zhuangzhuang knew that Aunt Sizhu had died, so he went to the palace early in the morning.
"I'm going to Prince Liang's Mansion. You guys come with me." Zi'an picked up the medicine box and wanted to take them away as soon as possible so that Murong Jie would have a chance to slip away.
"You just got up, don't you want to wash up?" Chen Liuliu asked, she looked a little listless.
"I actually washed and dressed this morning, but I don't need to now. I'll just casually..." She looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her hair was very messy. It was indeed not a good idea to go out like this.
"Then you have to change your clothes. Look, you are still wearing pajamas." Murong Zhuangzhuang said.
Zian took out clothes from the closet and said, "Come on, let's go to the next room to change."
"Why do we have to change next door? Isn't there a screen here?" Murong Zhuangzhuang asked puzzledly.
Chen Liuliu also seemed impatient, "Yes, change it quickly, I'm in a bad mood, I'll wait for you to go to Prince Liang's Mansion and have a drink together."
"What's wrong with you?" Zi'an asked with concern, diverting everyone's attention from asking her to change clothes behind the screen.
(End of this chapter)