East China Sea dust

After hearing clearly what she was talking about, Zhang Qinglan froze for an instant and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

At the top is a bright red gauze curtain, which is layered and wound, and the candles shine in, turning into an ambiguous and soft red light.With a slight movement, the large dress on the body is entangled with the silk quilt on it, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Qinglan stretched out her hand, supported the bed board and sat up halfway, staring down at the neat clothes on her body, with a daze in her eyes.

The man sat sideways on the edge of the bed, seeing his appearance, an almost gentle smile appeared on his face for the first time ever.

Ao Zhan focused his eyes, staring at the flustered appearance of the young man in front of him, raised his right hand, and gently wiped off a streak of red lipstick from the corner of the opponent's mouth, and comforted him in a low and pleasant voice, "Finally woke up."

The tenderness in the tone made Zhang Qinglan tremble subconsciously. She grabbed the man's wrist rather uncomfortably, and pulled the man's fingertips away from her lower lip: "..."

After all, the Dragon King of the East China Sea has always been arrogant, why has he ever been so gentle to him?

A bit of hesitation appeared in Zhang Qinglan's eyes, she held the man's wrist tightly, and looked at Ao Zhan, trying to find any flaws.

He still remembered that before he fell into a coma, he had been searching for clues with Ao Zhan in the courtyard of Bi's house.

Unexpectedly, the moment he walked out of the small courtyard, he was swept away by the majestic spiritual power, and his eyes went dark.When he woke up again, he found himself in this room.

Trying to mobilize the thin spiritual power in her dantian, Zhang Qinglan looked solemn.

The already dry and thin spiritual energy seemed to be bound by invisible chains at this time, not only could it not be mobilized, but even the induction was like looking at flowers in a fog, which was vague and unreal.

Reminiscing about the abnormality of her own "difference between heart and mouth" just now, for a while, Zhang Qinglan was full of calculations.

In the room, it is impossible to see whether the outside world is day or night, only the bright red curtains and the lamps and candles falling all over the table.

The fire is orange, flickering and jumping in the candlesticks carved with exquisite patterns.The light and dark interlaced, reflected in the side face of the man in front of him, leaving star-spotted shadows.

Ao Zhan didn't speak, just looked at the young man silently, the corners of his mouth kept a proper curve, and the smile on his face was flawless.

He held the opponent's palm resting on his wrist bone with his backhand, feeling the cool touch from his palm, while the young man was still in a daze, he pulled the opponent from the bed into his arms with force.

Feeling the warm breath of the person in his arms, Ao Zhan lowered his head slightly, and kissed lightly on the bright red cinnabar on the other's eyebrow.

Resting the back of the young man's neck in his palm, Ao Zhan looked like a thief who had finally found a treasure. He turned his head, took a deep breath at Zhang Qinglan's sideburns, and sighed softly, "Ma'am."

Sensing the cool breath sprayed on the other side's neck, Zhang Qinglan leaned forward quietly, turned her head, and rested her forehead on the man's broad left shoulder.

The familiar smell of Shangqing Dan medicine rushed to the face, and the light and cold fragrance immediately drove away the sweetness in the room.

Ao Zhan seemed to have drunk alcohol, and the usual smell of medicinal pills on his body was mixed with a very light layer of alcohol.

The man straightened up, opened the distance between the two of them, pinched Zhang Qinglan's chin, and gently pecked and kissed his lips, while the other hand reached behind the young man, stroking the other's back from time to time.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a sticky and intoxicating ambiguity, as if even the temperature was about to rise.

Ao Zhan took the man out of the quilt and put him on his lap.

With the change of movements, Zhang Qinglan only heard a burst of tinkling noises coming from her head.

Sitting securely in Ao Zhan's arms, Zhang Qinglan turned her head to look at the brass mirror on the dressing table beside her.

"..."

Only then did he see clearly that he in the mirror was dressed as a woman again.

She is wearing a python robe with tassels hanging on her body and a jade belt, and underneath is a pleated skirt with hundreds of flowers and red gold embroidered shoes.There are innumerable gold, silver and jewels worn all over his body, and with the slightest movement, the gold and jade will collide with each other, clanging.

The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is gorgeous, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, adding a bit of charm to the young man's bland and delicate face.

Just now the lip balm was not completely wiped off, the man saw it, and turned his head to kiss the corner of his lips.

Forced to open the jaws, Zhang Qinglan fell softly into Ao Zhan's arms. She was already out of breath when she was let go, unable to resist anymore.

Ao Zhan put his arms around the young man, stretched out his hand to pick up the thin-necked wine jug placed on the gilded low cabinet at the side, lowered his wrist, and the clear and mellow flowing water turned into Bai Lian, filling the two wine glasses at the side in a short time.

Zhang Qinglan watched Ao Zhan pour the wine, her phoenix eyes widened.Deliberately wanting to raise an objection, he blurted out Ao Zhan's name subconsciously, but the moment he said it, he heard himself calling the other party "Xianggong" again under his throat.

Zhang Qinglan's forehead twitched, her brows furrowed, her lips were pursed, as if she was pissed off, and she stopped talking.

The man behind him was very pleased by this sound, picked up the wine cup and fed it to the young man's mouth, the cold glass wall lightly pressed against the corner of the other's lips, kissed the side of the man in his arms, and praised him: " So cute."

Without giving Zhang Qinglan time to react, the man quickly turned his wrist maliciously, and the wine cup that was touching the beauty's lips seemed to be overturned, and half of it was poured into the young man's mouth along the crack of his lips.

The other half was spilled onto the front of the other party's Chinese dress, wetting all the silk embroidery.

The strong aroma of wine immediately permeated the room, the wine was so strong that even just a few sips made Zhang Qinglan choke.

After swallowing the wine, he had to take a big breath of fresh air to relieve the spicy irritation in the nasal cavity.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ao Zhan stepped in, stretched out his hand and raised Zhang Qinglan's chin, bit the other's lower lip lightly, followed the trend with the tip of his tongue, licked and sucked, and exchanged a deep kiss with him.

Seeing that the originally pale cheeks of the man in his arms were stained with thin red, the man smiled with satisfaction: "It is said that on the wedding night, the husband and wife will drink Hentai wine."

"If you and I are like this, it can be regarded as following the ancient etiquette."

"...!"

Zhang Qinglan had already calmed down for a while, but when she heard Ao Zhan's nonsensical remarks, she couldn't hold back and coughed again.

Raising his hand against Ao Zhan's approaching face, the young man was still panting heavily, with tears in his eyes, looking at the man glisteningly.

Ao Zhan was not eager for quick success, seeing Zhang Qinglan's resistance, he let go of his hand and backed up a little.

While Zhang Qinglan was still breathing calmly, Ao Zhan had nothing to do, so he simply removed the thick phoenix crown on the young man's long hair, took off those cumbersome decorations one by one, and put them aside casually.

The pulp of his index finger rubbed against the corner of the young man's tearful eyes, and Ao Zhan felt the moist touch of his fingertips, and suddenly moved.

Zhang Qinglan's long hair fell down when Ao Zhan pulled out the last hairpin, covering her back softly.

A few scattered strands of hair are scattered on the sideburns, paired with the red eye sockets of a young man, making his personality extraordinarily weak.

Ao Zhan picked out a short solid wood comb from the dressing box again, and patiently straightened out the young man's frizzy and knotted hair.

Zhang Qinglan was caught off guard by the other party's whim, and opened her mouth subconsciously: "Ao..."

But he interrupted himself the moment he made a sound, and shut his mouth embarrassingly.

"Don't move." Ao Zhan kept moving his hands instead, pretending not to notice such an episode.

The wooden comb gently pulled at the end of the hair, causing a slight pain.

Zhang Qinglan sat obediently in the man's arms, raised her eyelids, and looked around at the furnishings in the room.

This is obviously a well-decorated wedding room.

The red and gold curtains are layered and intertwined, and the gold-plated candlesticks are scattered in height and carefully placed in every corner.Most of the solid wood carved furniture is pasted with big red happy characters, phoenixes are embroidered with gold thread on the bedding, and a sachet is hung on each of the four corners of the gauze curtain.

Zhang Qinglan looked around, and when she finally retracted her gaze, she caught a glimpse of something on a round table in the front right from the corner of her eye.

I saw a red candle lamp on the table, and some common fruit cakes beside the lamp.

At first glance, the desktop looks messy and ordinary, but Zhang Qinglan's eyes are like a torch, and he can find many exquisite carved paper-cuts mixed in it at a glance.

Those paper-cuts are no more than the size of a palm, made of red paper, imitating human shapes, and their facial features are lifelike.Even the details on the robes are meticulously outlined.

The paper figurine was thin, and it was caught in the sundries at first, so neither of them noticed it right away.

There was also a pair of iron scissors with mottled marks on the table. The scissors were wrapped with red thread, and there was also a broken tassel knot hanging at the end.

Zhang Qinglan stared at the paper figurine for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering that there was a similar thing in the transparent Baizi cabinet in the unnamed shop.

Zhang Qinglan couldn't help but get up quickly, but her center of gravity was unsteady for a while, and she swayed and fell backwards.

Ao Zhan took advantage of the situation and hugged the man in his arms, and threw away the comb in his hand. He was a little displeased by the young man's movement that seemed to want to escape.

The man tightened the shackles, followed Zhang Qinglan's gaze to look at the table, and soon found those paper-cuts and utensils.

Ao Zhan's originally gentle face suddenly became ugly, and his tone was cold: "Why are you still playing with these things?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Qinglan was stunned when she heard the words, her face full of doubts.

"You are the wife that my matchmaker is marrying." Ao Zhan only thought he was pretending to be stupid, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Now that you and I are married, and the gift is over, it will be too late to run away at this time."

Zhang Qinglan was very helpless for Ao Zhan's self-talk, and repeated: "...to get married?"

Ao Zhan threw the young man onto the big bed behind him, and then tied his hands on top of his head, with a slight smile on his face: "Well, get married."

The bright red dresses on the two of them shimmered under the ambiguous light.

Looking at the man's dark pupils, Zhang Qinglan finally realized that not only the space the two of them were in was different... even Ao Zhan became neurotic.

The young man sighed, just about to explain something.

In the next second, the man who bent down sealed his lips with a kiss and swallowed thousands of words.