After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Yan Changqing never thought that it would be so easy to get her consent.

He lowered his head and trapped her whole body under him.

Then he began to kiss her slowly and lingeringly.

A kiss as light as a feather fell on her smooth and plump forehead, and reverently kissed her temples and hair, and kissed her white jade earlobes.

A tingling sensation came over her, and a broken breath escaped from between Qin Yaoguang's lips and teeth, and she quietly curled up her toes.

The man's body was still burning hot in the cold night, and his kiss was passionate and alluring, filled with indescribable patience. His lips pressed down gently, seemingly covering her eyelids, long eyelashes, delicate nose, lip beads, and lip corners.

Just like a dragonfly skimming the water, just a taste.

Having learned from the last time when he accidentally hit her teeth, Yan Changqing kissed her for an especially long time.

Qin Yaoguang became impatient.

Reaching out and grasping his collar, she arched her body and pressed her hot, rosy lips firmly against his.

Yan Changqing's throat rolled and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Qin Yaoguang only felt dizzy before her eyes, and her waist was tightly hugged, and the body temperature and lips she wanted finally came over her.

She clenched her fingers and was kissed open by him.

The sour and sweet taste of plum wine spread between their lips and tongues.

The air was filled with hot steam and their scalding breaths intertwined. She was kissed so hard that her eyes lost focus, leaving only waves of trembling pleasure that swept through her body, causing her fingertips to go numb.

It was unknown how long it took before Yan Changqing let go of the person in his arms and calmed down the most primitive impulse in his body.

Qin Yaoguang's cheeks flushed with shame. She curled up in his arms, not daring to look at him at all.

Plum wine is not very intoxicating.

It's just that this body's alcohol tolerance is too low, and she drank too quickly, so her nerves were paralyzed by the alcohol, and her nature was liberated by the drunkenness.

Until he woke me up with a kiss.

And, most importantly, she wasn't drunk to the point of losing consciousness.

Everything that had just happened replayed in her mind like a movie, making her feel overwhelmed with shame.

Oh my God, how could this happen!

What did she say!

Indeed, drinking alcohol leads to mistakes, which has been a truth since ancient times.

For her, there is another thing: her beauty is alluring.

If you want to blame someone, blame him for being too charming.

Seeing that she was lying in his arms, Yan Changqing thought she was a little afraid of the cold at first.

Slowly, I could taste the flavor.

"Yao Guang."

With a smile on his lips, he gently called her name and asked, "Are you sober?"

When he asked this, she buried her face deeper into his arms.

Oh my God, I really want to dig a hole and bury myself.

Who will tell her what to do now?

Fortunately, Yan Changqing was very sensible and did not continue the topic.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and straightened her hair which had just been messed up.

However, women’s hair buns are complicated, and even Qin Yaoguang herself couldn’t figure it out, so she had to have someone to comb it for her.

How could hands that were used to holding swords do such delicate work?

It's getting more and more messy.

Looking at his messed up hair, Yan Changqing was at a loss. He simply stopped moving and said carefully, "Your hair is messed up."

His action instantly dispelled the embarrassment lingering in Qin Yaoguang's heart.

"I will do it myself."

There was a hint of intoxicating laziness in her voice, and Yan Changqing curled his fingers tightly at his sides, trying his best to restrain something.

Only his suddenly tightened breathing betrayed his inner feelings.

She is already awake.

Yan Changqing warned himself in his heart.

The two of them were very close, how could Qin Yaoguang not feel his disordered breathing?

The tips of her ears turned red again, so she pretended not to hear.

She sat up straight, took off the hairpins and rings on her hair one by one and put them aside.

Today she is going to meet a group of shopkeepers and farm heads. Although Hanlu did not put on heavy makeup when combing her hair, it was gorgeous and grand enough to show her status as the eldest princess.

It took her a full quarter of an hour just to remove the jewelry from her bun.

A wide variety of hairpins and rings were placed on the floor of the lamp tower, reflecting the lights at night, and the light was flowing.

Qin Yaoguang used her fingers as a comb to untie her bun, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, soft, smooth and shiny.

Yan Changqing couldn't help but gently stroke her long hair.

The fingertips feel slightly cool, like the finest silk satin, making one unable to let go.

Qin Yaoguang shrank slightly and reflexively dodged his hand.

Too intimate.

Makes her want to escape.

"Let me massage your head for you."

Yan Changqing explained in a low voice: "It must be very tiring to put your hair up for so long."

It is indeed very hard.

Beautiful things are often accompanied by hard work.

In order to put the jewelry firmly in the bun, the hair must be tied tightly to bear the weight of the jewelry.

But if you tie it too tightly, your scalp won’t be able to bear it.

It has to be just right.

Wealthy families would have a hairdresser or a maid who had specially learned the skill of hairdressing to comb the hair of the ladies.

Bai Lu went to Zhufeng Courtyard, and Han Lu was able to become Qin Yaoguang's maid thanks to her hair-combing skills.

But no matter how good your skills are, there is still a burden.

Therefore, the people who serve Qin Yaoguang also have good massage skills.

Every time after washing up and before going to bed, Nanny Deng would massage her head to relieve her fatigue from the whole day.

If Nanny Deng was not around, it would be White Dew before and Grain Rain now.

When Qin Yaoguang heard Yan Changqing say this, he felt his scalp tighten.

"Can you press it?" she asked suspiciously.

It’s not that she didn’t believe him. He was a great general and she would believe him if he said he fought in the enemy’s camp many times. But massage?

"meeting."

Yan Changqing's tone was very affirmative.

Qin Yaoguang stopped talking and leaned back to make it easier for him to massage her.

The slender and powerful fingers pressed on the meridians of her head with moderate and gentle force, which was a completely different feeling from that of Nanny Deng.

He first gently touched Qin Yaoguang's scalp with his fingertips, starting from the forehead and gradually moving backwards, stimulating the acupuncture points and muscles on the head.

Then press the sides of the head with the palms of your hands and gently rub the temples with your thumbs and index fingers to relieve tension in the eyes and head.

Qin Yaoguang thought he was just talking, but unexpectedly, he was really good at it.

She closed her eyes and asked softly, "How did you learn that?"

Yan Changqing paused his finger movements, and his tone was filled with a hint of autumnal desolation.

"Back then, when my mother had a headache, she was in unbearable pain. I learned everything from the palace doctor Weng."

He was not the eldest son, so he lived a much freer life than his elder brother and never cared about other people's opinions. In order to relieve his mother's pain, he studied and was not afraid of being laughed at by his peers.

It was the first time Qin Yaoguang heard him mention his parents.

The blood feud within the Yan family was too deep, so she had been subconsciously avoiding bringing up the topic.

Qin Yaoguang's back stiffened: "Excuse me."

Yan Changqing smiled and said, "It's okay, it's all over."

The topic is too heavy and no one can ignore it.