The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 126 Teasing
The Lu Family Villa.

Just as Lu Zhan finished bathing, Granny Fang came in carrying a bowl of hangover soup.

"Young Master, Miss said you drank quite a bit at the banquet, so she asked me to cook a bowl of hangover soup and bring it to you. Please drink it and get some rest."

Lu Zhan paused for a moment, then reached out and took it. "Thank you for your trouble, Granny Fang."

Granny Fang smiled and waved her hand, saying, "This old servant didn't notice that much. It was only after Miss Fang told me that I realized you had been drinking."

Lu Zhan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as he drank the hangover soup.

Granny Fang took the empty bowl and left.

When they returned to the neighboring courtyard, Zhiwan had just finished bathing.

Seeing Granny Fang return, she asked, "Granny Fang, has the soup been delivered?"

"It's been delivered, and the young master has drunk it," said Granny Fang with a smile.

"Then you should go and rest early, I'm going to sleep too," Zhiwan said, yawning.

She didn't sleep a wink last night, and only managed a short nap on her way back to Yangzhou today. She's exhausted now.

She fell asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.

She slept soundly, seemingly for a long time, yet also as if she had only slept for a short while. When she woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar dormitory room.

What is this place?
Zhiwan looked around the room blankly, certain that she had never been to this place before.

The next moment, she saw a man lying on the couch by the window.

The man looked like he had fallen asleep while reading, with a book covering his face.

Seeing the man, Zhiwan felt relieved.

She tiptoed over, about to remove the book from the man's face, when a deep voice suddenly rang out, "You've come."

Zhiwan was taken aback, and then saw the man who had been sleeping remove the book from his face and slowly sit up.

"You're not asleep?"

"She fell asleep, then woke up again." The man's deep eyes lingered on her face, as if trying to see her more clearly through the fog.

"What are you looking at?" Zhiwan noticed his scrutiny and raised an eyebrow to ask.

The man paused, looking at her with a smile in his dark eyes, "I want to see just how beautiful you are."

Sensing the sarcasm in his words, Zhiwan paused for a moment; this man clearly remembered her nonsense from last time.

“I’m ugly,” she said, trying to scare him.

"How ugly? If I remember correctly, you said last time that you were naturally beautiful!" the man said slowly.

Zhiwan: "..."

This man really did remember that incident.

“I was just kidding you. In reality, I’m uglier than a demon,” Zhiwan said.

The man chuckled, "This is the first time I've heard a girl say she's uglier than a demon."

“I’m telling the truth,” Zhiwan said. “Luckily you can’t see my face, otherwise I’d throw up all my food from last night.” As she spoke, she suddenly leaned close to him and sniffed. “Why do I smell alcohol? Have you been drinking?”

The man paused, then nodded. "Yes, I had a few drinks with some people tonight."

"No wonder it smells like alcohol." The girl paused as she said this, as if she had thought of something.

The man noticed her unusual expression and asked in a deep voice, "Have you thought of something?"

Zhiwan snapped out of her reverie and shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just that you reminded me of one of my cousins."

"Cousin?" The man looked at her calmly.

“Yes.” Zhiwan nodded. “My cousin also drank quite a bit tonight, and he smells of alcohol all over him.”

The man's long fingers suddenly curled up, and he asked in a low voice, "Do I look like your cousin?"

Her delicate, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't answer immediately, instead silently looking at him. The man's breath caught in his throat, and he looked at her nervously.

However, the next moment, the girl shook her head and said, "It doesn't seem like it. My cousin is a good person, but you aren't."

The man narrowed his dark eyes. "Your cousin is a good person, and I'm a bad person?"

Zhiwan nodded firmly, "Yes, my cousin is a gentleman. He values ​​rules and etiquette. He is completely different from someone like you who steals kisses and jade."

man:"……"

"I stole your kiss? I thought it was consensual." The man's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

“But at the beginning, I was a respectable girl. It was you who came into my dreams every night and seduced me,” Zhiwan said confidently.

man:"……"

Seeing that he was speechless because of her words, Zhiwan laughed happily, then straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his jade-like chin. "But you don't need to blame yourself, and I won't blame you either. In the end, I am also very happy."

Before the man could react, she reached inside his shirt and touched his firm chest.

"I love your body." Zhiwan kissed his Adam's apple as she removed his nightgown.

Although the man was already used to her boldness, tonight, faced with her frivolous behavior, his handsome face was tinged with a faint blush and a little unease.

It took him a great deal of self-control to pull the girl's unruly hand away.

Zhiwan, panting, said with dissatisfaction, "Why won't you let me touch you?"

A vein throbbed on the man's forehead. He straightened his nightgown and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to have a proper talk with you."

Zhiwan looked at him suspiciously, "What do we have to talk about?"

The man pursed his thin lips, saying nothing, but instead bent down to smooth her disheveled dress. Just as he was about to reach out and pull her away from his lap, she clung tightly to his waist, refusing to let go.

"It's been so many days since we last met, don't you miss me?" Zhiwan whispered sweetly in his ear.

The man remained silent, restraining himself.

"But I really want to." Zhiwan kissed his earlobe, then his Adam's apple, and then, taking advantage of his distraction, she probed down below him.

The man grunted and stared at her in astonishment.

Zhiwan quickly withdrew her hand, her gaze darting away as if she had done something wrong, and hurriedly jumped off his lap.

The man's temple throbbed, and just as she turned to run away, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

The familiar scent of cedarwood wafted into my nostrils.

Zhiwan was momentarily stunned, and the next moment, the man pinned her down.

Their eyes met, and Zhiwan snapped out of her daze. She tilted her head back and kissed the man's lips.

The man paused, his eyes darkening.

While he was lost in thought, the girl pushed him to the ground.

The girl's soft body was already straddling his waist, her cloud-like hair cascading down as she leaned forward.

The fragrant strands of hair brushed against the man's face, and an unbearable torment instantly overwhelmed him.

His body was as taut as iron.

The girl's soft lips brushed against his, then deftly probed into his mouth and stirred things around.

The man felt a tightening in his abdomen, his Adam's apple bobbing. His hand, which was wrapped around the girl's waist, tightened. Then, he lifted the girl's dress and slipped inside.

Zhiwan groaned softly and woke up to find herself lying in her own bed.

She was breathing heavily, her face still flushed.

Remembering what she did in her dream, she threw off the covers, ran to the table, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and gulped it down.

(End of this chapter)