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

The red candle was stained with tears, and the remaining light flickered out a faint dim light, making the figures cuddling together unclear.

Rong Yan drooped his eyelashes and concentrated his mind. He raised his hand unconsciously. The long-awaited eyebrows and eyes were right in front of him. His fingertips touched her outline and traced it from top to bottom.

He looked solemn, as if he was carefully sketching a portrait in the palace, neither hurried nor slow, and meticulously.

The distance between them gradually shortened, their breaths intertwined, and their noses touched.

Zhu Zheng, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly opened her eyes and kissed him fiercely on the lips with a loud "smack" sound.

"Why are you so slow, sir? Don't you know how to do it at all?"

Rong Yan was stunned by the kiss, his heart was like a drum beating, it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he said in a deep voice, "Well, no..."

"Teach me."

Zhu Zheng looked sympathetically at Rong Yan who was not ashamed to ask questions, and nodded generously. She learned her teaching from a not very serious picture book. The book was not very good and there was no one in the study of the Grand Tutor.

The picture in the booklet shows that the first thing to do is to hug the man of your dreams, with the two of you keeping your lips pressed together, and your love for each other grows stronger as time goes by.

Since Rong Yan doesn't know how, let's start by teaching him about love.

Zhu Zheng stretched out her hands and wrapped them around his neck, then pressed her lips against his, and then left immediately, "Have you learned it?"

Rong Yan's clear and moist eyebrows were a little absent-minded, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...No."

Zhu Zheng frowned, hugged him tighter, and kept her lips against his for a little longer. After a while, she looked up and asked, "Is this going to work?"

"not yet……"

He hadn't finished his words when Zhu Zheng's lips immediately covered his again, forcing him to lean back against the chair. The chair beneath him creaked as it bore the weight of both of them.

Rong Yan held her full of soft fragrance in his arms, without closing his eyes, suppressing his desire for more, and tilting his head to look at Zhu Zheng's trembling eyelashes when she kissed him.

"I have taught you everything I know..." Zhu Zheng couldn't stand it any longer and twisted her body to get off him. "If you still don't know how to do it, find another teacher to teach you."

Rong Yan grabbed her, put his arm around her waist to prevent her from moving, and said with a smile, "Who do you want me to replace?"

Zhu Zheng didn't expect that she would have to worry about this. She thought about it and didn't know who to recommend.

Rong Yan saw that she was really thinking about something, and was afraid that she would really come up with an answer and make him angry, so he sighed and said, "No one in the world can do it. Only you can teach this matter."

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, "Why?"

Rong Yan looked sincere and said in a hoarse voice, "Because you taught me the first time, and the second time too... You can't just abandon me after having sex with me."

Zhu Zheng thought for a moment. What serious words! She couldn't bear such a heavy charge.

"Okay." Zhu Zheng's sense of responsibility burned fiercely, "I'll teach you one last time."

Zhu Zheng lowered her head and moved closer, hugging Rong Yan tightly, gathering her patience and preparing to teach him the most affectionate way to end the matter.

The smell of green plum wine mixed with the faint fragrance of her body approached. The two of them stayed close to each other for a long time. Rong Yan straightened his back and tightened his hands unconsciously, holding her waist and pressing her into his arms. Zhu Zheng's lips were picked open, and a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of occupation was testing her.

Zhu Zheng still remembered her teaching burden and stepped back, "It's not right for adults to kiss you..."

Rong Yan was suddenly interrupted and his heavy breathing stopped.

After teaching him three times, Zhu Zheng pinched his face twice and said with a pout, "I won't teach you anymore. You are too stupid."

She jumped off the ground and ran out barefoot, but Rong Yan grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhu Zheng still remembered what she was doing, and said suddenly, "Go move my moon!"

"You're not allowed to go."

Rong Yan caught the person in his arms, and carried her back to the bed by the waist. Zhu Zheng fell on the bed, half-raising her body and struggling, but her bent legs were held down by another pair of long legs, making her unable to move.

Zhu Zheng twisted around like a loach, and when she realized she couldn't fly away, she said with a chill in her heart, "Is the master a bad guy?"

She had just been kind enough to teach him how to be loving, but he actually repaid her with hatred in front of her.

Rong Yan said “hmm” calmly.

It has always been said that bad guys cannot be confronted head-on. Zhu Zheng hugged his arm and shook it, "Bad guy, please let me go, I really need a moon..."

Rong Yan took off the jade ring from his body and stuffed it into her hand.

Zhu Zheng calmed down while holding the jade ring. She lowered her head and looked at it for a long time before muttering, "This moon has a hole in it."

She put the jade ring on her eyes and looked at Rong Yan through the hole, "Why is there an adult in the cave..."

The nights are long in early summer, and the orioles sing from time to time.

Two figures overlapped in the light lotus-colored gauze curtain, and the hanging glass pearl strings made a slight sound when they collided.

Rong Yan looked at her with his eyes lowered, not saying a word. A reflection was reflected in his unblinking gaze. A few strands of hair and clothes hung down like a thin net, trapping Zhu Zheng under him.

She felt guilty when being looked at like that. She twisted his belt, blinked her dark eyes, and suddenly said, "Sir, I was wrong."

"……What's wrong?"

"I deceived my Lord."

Rong Yan paused, and asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Zheng wanted to lift her clothes again, but Rong Yan blocked her with his hand. She held her flat belly and said in confusion, "Eh? It seems to be okay..."

Rong Yan pinched her jaw and looked into her eyes, "Why did you lie to me?"

Zhu Zheng thought for a while, and suddenly a sad look appeared on her face. "My Lord, now that you know about this, can you please stop hating me and not punish me by making me kneel in the ancestral hall..."

The cheerful look on her face just now was gone, replaced by panic and sadness that were not appropriate for her age.

Rong Yan felt a little prickly in his heart, touched her head, and said softly, "I won't hate you, and I won't punish you."

Zhu Zheng felt relieved and realized Rong Yan's goodness. "I shouldn't have called you a bad guy. I'm sorry."

Rong Yan felt as if a pot of wax was poured over his head, melting his entire heart and dripping down, burning his bones and blood.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but kiss her equally red face, "...I forgive you."

Zhu Zheng's face felt itchy after being kissed. She shrank her neck, and her face finally regained its spirits. Although she apologized, she didn't really want to be forgiven, but had another evil idea.

Zhu Zheng supported herself and rolled over, pushing Rong Yan down and lying on top of him, "Are you really not angry, sir?"

Rong Yan let her suppress him, his voice gentle and moving, "I'm not angry."

"Why isn't the master angry?" Zhu Zheng was a little confused. "Will the master be angry?"

Rong Yan asked back in a low voice, "What do you think?"

"I don't think so..." Zhu Zheng said with a hint of disappointment, "How come the master doesn't know anything?"

Zhu Zheng looked carefully at the calm face beneath her, and suddenly tugged at his clothes, tearing a large section of his clothes open, and asked again, "Are you so angry?"

Rong Yan didn't care about his appearance at all and asked, "Why do you want to see me angry?"

Zhu Zheng: “Curious.”

She is curious about everything she has never seen.

His calm demeanor always reminds people of clear things, such as snow, frost, and the sound of mountain springs. It's hard not to be curious about whether the world will collapse and the sky will break when such a person gets angry.

Zhu Zheng looked at his half-open collar, which revealed some undulating jade-carved outlines. She thought for a moment and suddenly lowered her head and bit his collarbone.

Rong Yan's skin is very thin and fair, and a little force leaves a string of red marks, like the lightest red plum blossoms reflected in the snow, showing a warm and romantic charm.

Zhu Zheng found it interesting, and after taking a bite, she still felt unsatisfied, so she moved her lips and teeth along her collarbone. Rong Yan's expression showed impatience, and his face turned redder, but his hand only gently stroked her waist, and he stiffened his back to indulge her misbehavior.

Zhu Zheng bit a string of teeth marks on him before stopping. "What now? Are you angry?"

Rong Yan's eyes were unclear, and his hoarse voice sounded low, as if containing a kind of encouragement, "It's almost there."

It was just almost time, she already had no other tricks.

Zhu Zheng lay on Rong Yan, listening to the vibrating heartbeat in his chest, like trapped spring thunder. His hair fell on his brow bone, and Zhu Zheng kindly reached out to brush it away for him. A pair of amber eyes appeared, as soft as autumn water, full of clear light.

Zhu Zheng's heart moved, "...So it's here."

Rong Yan stared at her, "What?"

Zhu Zheng leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I have my moon, hidden in the eyes of adults..."

After she finished speaking, Zhu Zheng laughed contentedly in his ear and kissed his red earlobe.

Rong Yan's throat rolled, his mind was firmly tied to her charming breath. Zhu Zheng began to use her specialty, the chicken pecking rice, to kiss his face inch by inch.

She kissed him all the way to the corner of his lips. When Rong Yan saw that she took the initiative to kiss him, he was afraid that she would say that his "kissing was wrong" again, so he didn't move and let her do it. He felt veins on the back of his hand bulging, but he didn't dare to kiss her back.

The candlelight was dim, the gauze curtains were fragrant, and a pair of overlapping figures were shrouded, looking like a painting.

Zhu Zheng was drunk and had no strength left. Even if she had strength she didn't know how to use it. She could only suck randomly, which was like inflicting a torture on Rong Yan.

But the blade of Ling Chi was so soft and smooth that Rong Yan felt as if he was hanging upside down and didn't know which way was which due to her kissing without any rules. His heart and soul were churned and cooked like boiling water.

Finally, I endured until my rationality broke.

If he let her continue to pester him, Rong Yan had no doubt that a pool of live fish would jump out of his heart. He hugged her and turned over, one hand clasped with her fingers, and the other hand wrapped around her neck, holding her tightly in his arms, regaining the long-lost initiative.

The faint taste of green plum wine was intertwined between her lips and tongue. Rong Yan did not dare to kiss too deeply. He applied force slowly and slowly, sipping the cup of mellow wine that he had been searching for so hard, for fear of drinking it all in one gulp. He only took a sip to lead her, and together they indulged in the tenderness of the fusion of their minds.

Zhu Zheng was also tired, so she closed her eyes tightly and tilted her head back to accept Rong Yan's gentle kiss.

The jade ring in her hand loosened unconsciously and rolled off the bed to the ground, making a rolling sound.

The lingering and passionate dependence made her feel very shaky, her heart and soul were sometimes free, sometimes focused, and she was kissed by him until her whole body lost strength, as if she was trapped in a white cloud. She was so comfortable that she couldn't help but moan, and her already dizzy head was even more confused...

I don't know how long we kissed, as our love deepened...

...Zhu Zheng tilted his head and fell asleep.

Rong Yan was speechless for a while. He was really good. He couldn't help himself and was in a state of emotional excitement for a long time. He kissed the girl to sleep.

The usually calm Grand Tutor was tortured to the point that his clothes were loose and his breathing was disordered. He buried his face in the neck of the person in his arms, silently recited the Heart Cleansing Sutra more than ten times, calmed the turbulent undercurrents deep within him, and let out a long sigh.

He tilted his head and rubbed her neck, accusing her softly, "I'm a little angry now..."