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

There was no point in arguing with a drunk man, so Zhu Zheng pushed his hand and signaled him to let go.

Rong Yan didn't move.

His hands were incredibly hot, and under the influence of drunkenness, his usually handsome face was faintly flushed. The crimson color at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows actually revealed a pitiful sense of weakness in his coldness.

Zhu Zheng's mind moved, and she asked tentatively, "Don't you want me to leave?"

Rong Yan's anxious brows slowly relaxed, and his eyes regained some clarity.

He nodded, looking unusually slow and silly.

Seeing this, Zhu Zheng felt playful. She boldly patted Rong Yan's head with a sly smile on her lips, "How about you beg me? Maybe I'll be willing to stay with you for a while longer."

Rong Yan spoke obediently without any hesitation.

"Please."

Zhu Zheng's long eyelashes trembled. She didn't expect him to be so obedient. This sudden obedience made her not know how to react for a moment.

After a long time, Zhu Zheng didn't respond. Rong Yan half closed his eyes and repeated it softly.

"Please, stay with me."

Zhu Zheng then realized that she had been staring at him in a trance. Today he kept repeating something, his voice was drunken, warm and deep, like a whisper.

"Okay, don't beg anymore..." Zhu Zheng cleared her throat, "...I, I won't leave."

Rong Yan's expression moved slightly, his hands still tightly clasping a pair of white wrists, his eyes fixed on the face of the person under him, slowly moving downwards, concentrating as if he was painting a picture.

After looking at her for a long time, he suddenly reached out and pinched her, his fingertips lingering on her face, stroking it slowly with gentle but irresistible force.

Zhu Zheng remembered that there was a small scar at that location... a very light crimson color, and it was almost impossible to see clearly unless you got close...

The atmosphere was a little awkward, so she had to take the initiative to find conversation, "It turns out I had a mole, but I had it removed by a burn when I was a child."

The warmth from her fingertips came over, making her face feel the distant heat again.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"When I asked," he said again.

“A little bit, I can’t remember clearly.” Rong Yan’s eyes were serious and a little burning. Zhu Zheng looked away, “It would be better if it became a scar. The Taoist priest said that I am a jinx to my father, husband and brothers…”

"You believe it?"

Zhu Zheng didn't say anything. Whether she believed it or not was the least important thing.

The important thing is that my grandmother believed it.

Two maids held her hands and feet, pressed her head against the edge of the well, and my grandmother used the tip of a thin golden hairpin to pick at the flesh, then burned it red over an incense stick and stabbed it into her face to burn it. The flesh was burned until it was cooked through, and the color of the mole turned into a rouge-colored scar.

What was she thinking at that time...

Oh, yes, she was thinking that it was fortunate that the Taoist priest only said that this mole could bring bad luck to people. If she had said that her breathing could bring bad luck to people, her grandmother would have thrown her into the well without hesitation.

"Don't believe it." Rong Yan pinched her jaw and forced her to look at him. "It's nonsense."

Zhu Zheng's memory is sometimes good and sometimes bad. Compared to many earth-shattering memories, she almost forgot about this incident. She even deliberately ignored the tiny scar when looking in the mirror.

The Grand Tutor is truly meticulous. It's amazing that he could have noticed this, and he seemed to be trying to comfort her so seriously and concisely.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Okay, if you don't want to believe it, then don't believe it."

This was the first time that Zhu Zheng showed a genuine smile in front of Rong Yan, and Wu Lingling's eyebrows were curved into crescents.

Rong Yan's eyes darkened and he slightly raised the hand that was supporting her chin.

Then he suddenly leaned over, rubbed his lips against her cheek, leaving a string of faint sparks.

The sparks felt itchy and crawled all the way down Zhu Zheng's back.

Zhu Zheng felt like she was petrified, and the places that were touched started burning as if they were burned, and soon spread to turn her entire face red.

I'm not sure if he did it accidentally or if he really wanted to...

…kiss her.

This word popped into Zhu Zheng's mind, making him feel absurd.

The breath lingered around her ears, the heat on her cheeks made her head dizzy, and she couldn't help but think of fragments of the poetry party at the waterside pavilion that night.

The opening of that long night was like a handsome face full of shock and anger, who was thrown onto the couch by her. From the corner of the forehead to the tip of the eyebrows, from the corners of the eyes to the eyelashes, from the tip of the nose to the chin, all were carefully swept one by one, until the cool fragrance of winter plums permeated her body inch by inch from top to bottom.

It seemed like it was just a dream, and I forgot everything when I woke up...

Never make the same mistake again!

Zhu Zheng somersaulted and supported her arms on his shoulders, trying to shake his python-like embrace, but the drunk man easily wrapped his arms around her waist with just one arm, making her unable to move.

Poor little Zhu Zheng had only been drunk that one time. She didn’t know if all drunk people were so strong. If that was the case, it was no wonder Rong Yan didn’t push her away that night…

Maybe if he wanted to push her away, she would wrap around him like a snake, making it impossible for him to do anything...

The previous prejudice against Rong Yan slowly began to waver in this inexplicable reappearance.

In her hesitation, she suddenly had an idea and soon began to suspect that this was Rong Yan's deliberate revenge for her flirting with him.

Zhu Zheng immediately became alert and looked at Rong Yan suspiciously.

He was tilting his head slightly, his eyes fixed downwards, resting on her lips.

Zhu Zheng saw the liquid rolling in his throat and swallowed as well inexplicably.

Rong Yan's eyes became increasingly darker.

Zhu Zheng felt empty when he looked at her. She had a premonition of impending disaster. She subconsciously pursed her lips, and her mouth became straight. She wished she could bite off her lips and swallow them into her throat.

The pair of drunken eyes in front of me were lightly tinged with a smile.

When he smiled, his whole face did not stretch out like others, but only an arc appeared at the corners of his lips. His eyebrows and eyes were still lonely, but it was enough to bring a little vividness of a human in the world to his overly otherworldly features.

After a moment, Rong Yan leaned down again, and his long, deep breath fell on her face, and he uttered a word in a vague voice.

"thirsty."

Zhu Zheng heard what he said clearly, and was afraid that he would continue to act recklessly while drunk, and use the wrong part of her body as a well...

"...I'll go get you some water."

He shook his head, "No."

"Aren't you thirsty?" She pushed him hard a few times, and he frowned again. His long arms and legs wrapped around her like vines, pressing tightly against her waist, and his whole body wrapped around her tightly.

"...I don't want to drink water." He refused again.

“How can you quench your thirst without drinking water?”

Rong Yan buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing his tall nose against her soft cheek.

"Ah."

What the hell! Zhu Zheng angrily hit him with her fist.

If you don't drink, you'll be thirsty again and die of thirst.

He was hit by the hammer but still chuckled.

He rubbed her neck in a flattering manner, and then, in a very unmannerly and unattractive posture, he pressed Zhu Zheng down with his legs spread out.

This guy is really drunk...

What is it... Zhu Zheng couldn't think of any words.

The incense burning in Chengyi Hall is rich and long-lasting, with strands of it entwined together.

After several rounds, Zhu Zheng was finally exhausted and was held in Rong Yansuo's arms. Her head gradually became dizzy and she closed her heavy eyelids unconsciously.