[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

Zhuang Yan put down his hand, shook his head and said: "Zhuang Yan doesn't understand very well, but it's probably a life-and-death frontline, but the young master is a person on the battlefield, and there are probably many such times." In the words, it was quite clear.

Seeing his half-knowledge, Zhang Ye hugged him with a smile, and rubbed the top of his hair with a faint fragrance. He felt that the beauty in his arms was like a delicate flower hidden deep in the capital, and now he was picking it up in his hands. , For a while, I couldn't bear to let go.

But Zhuang Yan didn't want to lie on the small couch with the two of them anymore.After messing around all afternoon, he was exhausted and hungry, but the prince didn't intend to pass on the meal. Zhuang Yan felt a little dissatisfied. Seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, he boldly asked: "It's already so late, Young Master, would you like to taste the cooking skills of this Xiangguan chef? Although it may not be as good as yours, it still has a special flavor."

When he said that, how could Zhang Ye not understand what he meant?So he agreed, and then he called Qing Ming as if he saw that Zhuang Yan was very happy, and ordered him to bring some meals.

The waiter was very fast, and it was served on the table in a short while, along with two jugs of warm wine.Zhuang Yan pulled Zhang Ye to sit down at the table, Zhang Ye sat down, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Zhuang Yan originally wanted to wait for him to sit down so that he could use his chopsticks.Who would have thought that Zhuang Yan would be a little unhappy sitting on his lap after this person came.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ye asked, "What's the matter? You don't want to be hugged by me?"

Zhuang Yan knew that this person was his big benefactor, so he couldn't provoke him no matter what, so he raised a soft and appropriate smile and said, "How can it be."

Zhang Ye frowned, pinched his cheek, "Why don't you pour wine for me?"

Zhuang Yan then poured wine for him as promised, and the face pinched by Zhang Ye still hurt a little, thinking that this is really a person who doesn't know how to be sympathetic, and pinches his face so hard, doesn't he know that he relies on his face for food ?Zhuang Yan did forget about Zhang Ye rubbing his legs and waist for him.

Zhang Ye drank the wine given to him by Zhuang Yan. The wine had a fresh aroma of peach blossoms, and it was indeed peach blossom wine, so he asked, "You really like peach blossoms so much in this restaurant?"

Zhuang Yan said: "The peach blossoms are thick with dew, it's all in accordance with the season." He didn't pour a second cup for Zhang Ye, but asked, "Young master, don't you like it?"

Zhang Ye picked up the jug, poured the clear liquid into the glass, and passed it to the beauty's lips. Zhuang Yan drank it obediently, looking at Zhang Ye with a pair of peach blossom eyes, with a little clear doubt.

Zhang Ye asked him, "What kind of flowers and plants do you like?"

Zhuang Yan replied: "Maybe you won't like it if you say it? It's the peach blossom." He was very honest, and didn't hide his thoughts because of the previous words.

Zhang Ye hooked his lips and smiled: "Yinghe Shishi is small, but you like it big."

Zhuang Yan smiled, and suddenly looked a little proud: "Although prostitutes are humble, why don't they have a preference for friendship? Zhuang Yan is not unreasonable, but it can also be regarded as a treasure in this hall." Although the Hunan Hall is large, it has a large population Even so, Liu's father still set up a large peach grove around his warm pavilion for him to enjoy, and even specially asked the cook to use peach blossoms as ingredients to develop some food to please him.

Zhang Ye put his arms around him, put some food into his mouth, the dishes were very delicate, but Zhang Ye felt that the beauty in his arms was more beautiful and delicious, so he got excited and fed the beauty himself.

Although Zhuang Yan and him are far apart in actual level, they were also brought up to be served by others. This time, he was fed by Zhang Ye. At first, he was a little unsuitable, but after a few mouthfuls, he accepted it with peace of mind. up.These noble people treat them as little pets, and they are willing to do some things to serve others when they are happy. This is love. Interest.

But Zhuang Yan also pays attention to his manners when eating, he knows how to be beautiful and flawless every moment.

Although Zhuang Yan was hungry, he didn't have a big appetite, and he was full after a while. Seeing that Zhang Ye was still picking out the dishes on the table for him with great interest, he had to take a few more mouthfuls, but he was really hungry. No more, so she snuggled into his arms and acted like a baby: "Zhuang Yan can't eat anymore."

Zhang Ye felt that he was eating very little, but Zhuang Yan pulled his hand on his belly, and Aijiao said: "It's all bulging here." It seemed that he was indeed full, and he even ate a little too much.Zhang Ye squeezed Zhuang Yan's small face and said with a smile, "It's my fault."

Zhuang Yan nodded, seriously: "Young Master is indeed wrong - in the eyes of Young Master, can Zhuang Yan be eaten like this?" He said, pursing his rosy lips slightly.

Zhang Ye kissed him on the lips, touched his little round face on purpose, and said, "It's weaker than a willow, but Yan'er is like a pink peach." The figure is romantic but not weak, on the contrary, it is full of vigor, A blazing gesture.

Zhuang Yan thought that he said that he was not delicate enough, so he blamed him and said: "Then young master, let's go find someone with a weak willow, Fufeng and a slender body—here, isn't Mr. Rong Yue from Guanguan?"

Zhang Ye said, "How can I be willing to have a banquet?"

Zhuang Yan also accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he was in that little bird's attitude again.

The two stayed together for a while, and the night gradually deepened. The night in Huajie never stopped. Although the noise had passed in the afternoon, Zhuang Yan was still in good spirits in the middle of the night. Zhang Ye hugged him to bed, and he With round eyes open, he looked at Zhang Ye's handsome face.

Zhang Ye opened his eyes and asked him what he was looking at.

Zhuang Yan stretched out her little hand to touch his eyes, and said, "When you close your eyes, they look different from when you open them." Probably because you were on the bed?Zhuang Yan became much more courageous.

Zhang Ye asked lazily, "What's the difference?"

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Close your eyes, and be more dignified." Also, he doesn't like the indifferent look, and always feels that lying next to this person is a dangerous thing.

Zhang Ye supported his head and stroked his long black hair, then pressed him against his chest, closed his eyes, "Go to sleep."

Zhang Ye's embrace was generous but not very gentle. Zhuang Yan lay in his embrace, with the tip of his nose pressed against his powerful chest, his eyes blinked and then closed.

Or is Zhang Ye the first benefactor of Huajie who lay in bed at night but did nothing?But after thinking about it, this person made a fuss in the afternoon, so it's no different.

Zhuang Yan fell asleep in a daze. It was the first time he fell asleep so early. In the middle of his sleep, he suddenly woke up and saw a piece of black clothes passing before his eyes. He sat up and looked at the Zhang Ye was already dressed.

Zhang Ye pressed him on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap him tightly, kissed him on the lips again, and said, "I'm leaving."

Zhuang Yan was in a daze and asked him: "When will the young master come again?"

Zhang Ye seemed to smile, and said, "Or tomorrow, or a long time later."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said aggrievedly: "The young master told Zhuang Yan yesterday not to allow anyone to enter the curtain."

Zhang Ye smiled genuinely this time, "So you heard it."

Zhuang Yan nodded, closed his eyes, and said a little willfully and sadly: "Zhuang Yan is so stupid, he actually took what the young master said to be true."

Zhang Ye stroked his hair, but still said the same thing: "It's still early, go to sleep." He paused slightly, and said, "Maybe you can see me again when you open your eyes."

Zhuang Yan buried his face in the quilt, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't speak any more, he was very obedient.

Zhang Ye got up and left, the door opened and closed with a slight sound.Zhuang Yan opened his eyes again, thinking that this person is so honorable, it is only for fun with a person like himself, but he is still a little sad.

About the so-called fledgling plot?After all, he is his first guest, and he is handsome and kind to him, so it is inevitable that he will be a little bit reluctant.Zhuang Yan thought this way, comforted himself, and slowly fell asleep again.

When he opened his eyes, he was once again the famous oiran in the capital.As for Zhang Ye, let him go.

The author has something to say:

I wish you all a happy Chinese New Year!Happy Year of the Rooster!

I coded a chapter before the new year, it's a bit short but I hope you don't mind hehe [cover your face]

I hope everyone will continue to like me in the new year~mua