[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

"When did you come in?" Turning around, Yan An looked at Zijin not far away and said, "Help me move the wheelchair closer."

Zijin pursed her lips, lowered her head and pushed the wheelchair to Yan An's lap, and helped the young man to sit on the wheelchair.

The distance between the two was very close, Yan An saw Zijin's flushed cheeks, and suddenly smiled: "Why are you blushing?"

So close, Zijin heard her heart beating violently, and wanted to control it, but couldn't.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, Yan An laughed again, his voice was sweet, like gurgling water flowing through his ears.

Zijin was so embarrassed that he quickly pushed Yan An to the desk, and then took away the Gong bucket that Yan An used.

Yan An looked at Zijin who was walking back and forth with her lips tightly pressed, and couldn't help shaking her head.

Seems like a thin-skinned guy.

But it's not that thin, is it?

Back when he was studying in modern times, he would stand in a row when he went to the bathroom, not to mention seeing a butt, and he could see even the unsightly places with a glance.

Forget it, he will try his best to avoid Zijin in the future.

……

It was raining continuously in spring, and the breeze was still a bit cool, so Yan An ordered Zi Jin, who came back after pouring out the excrement, to close the window.

He himself was gnawing on the green jujube while flipping through the notebook on the case.

The green dates are crispy, sweet and delicious, so Yan An inevitably ate a few more.

Zijin reminded in time: "The food in the dining room is almost ready, my son, don't be greedy, lest you won't be able to eat later."

Hearing this, Yan An could only put back the green dates in his hand.

He had read all the words on the case, and after reading it again, he no longer felt that fresh.

He closed the story book, picked up a pen and planned to paint, Zijin came to the desk in lightning speed when he saw this, and began to write ink for the banquet.

The atmosphere was quiet, and Zijin especially enjoyed the moment when the two of them were alone.

The appearance of the young man painting seriously is very much like the fairy in the picture scroll, especially the well-maintained and noble and delicate jade hands, inadvertently swaying ink in front of his eyes.

Zijin's eyes were lost, and Zijin's mind was confused.

Although Yan An's hands are delicate, they are not soft and weak like a woman's. The white and flawless knuckles are vigorous and strong, and the round nails seem to have passed through the golden light.

Taking a closer look, Yan An's palm is wide, but his fingers are long and slender. Because the skin is too white and greasy, the veins on the back of his hand are faintly visible.

It was such a hand that tickled his heart, and scratched him so much that he wanted to reach out and grab it, but he didn't dare to grab it.

At dusk, maidservants carrying meals broke the silence of the room.

Perhaps Yan An's temperament has become much milder these days, and the maids are not as scared as before, and some even have a seductive mentality.

Yan'an is handsome, and his pair of red phoenix eyes are even more attractive.

Seeing that Yan An had reached the age when it was time to get married, the maids secretly had some expectations for this handsome son.

If they can climb onto Yan'an's bed and become housemaids or even concubines, then they will be able to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

One of the daring servant girls had a twisted mind, she bent over to set the dishes in front of Yan An, her corset was tight and low, and she wanted to come out when she bent over to set the dishes.

She winked and said in a coquettish voice: "Your Majesty, let this servant serve you for dinner~"

After hearing this, Yan An got goosebumps on his arms. Although the maid was beautiful, he didn't like her mouth, and even felt a little disgusted by such a voice.

He squinted at the woman in front of him who took the initiative to flatter, and said coldly: "No need, you step back!"

As soon as Yan An's words came out, the maids who were standing beside them with the plates covered their mouths and snickered. At this time, the maid who was flattering her felt ashamed and did not dare to act disrespectfully, so she agreed and resigned.

Her appearance is top-notch among the many servant girls in this mansion, that's why she dared to do so.Never thought that this son is actually a master who doesn't understand style.

The maids left in a hurry, but Yan An's appetite was not affected at all, he moved his chopsticks and tasted all the dishes.

After eating and drinking, Yan An rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea, and then continued to paint the unfinished work.

When the night was thick, Yan An finally finished the painting.

He covered his mouth and yawned, and while putting the painting away, he told Zijin who was standing beside him: "I'm tired, push me to the bed."

Zijin nodded her promise, pushed Yan'an to the bed, and stretched out her hand to hug Yan'an onto the bed.

Yan An watched his movement, quickly waved his hands and said, "Oh, I can go up by myself without your help."

Zijin hummed, and quit after lighting sandalwood for Yan'an.

Yan An leaned on the arm of the chair and got down on the ground with one leg. His leg had been injured for more than half a month, and he could climb onto the bed by himself, so he never let Zijin carry him to the bed again.

Although they are all men, unnecessary contact should be avoided.

His back was already extremely sensitive, leaning against the man's arms, he seemed to be able to feel the firmness of the man's chest through his clothes.

Recalling the cold fragrance on Chi Xianhuai's body when he hugged him for the first time, his mind was a little fluttering, and his face was also slightly hot.

Gee.

Yan An patted her cheek, and told herself not to be fussy in the middle of the night, lest she won't be able to fall asleep later.