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

Chapter 16 made her unable to resist.
He and Ouyang Lei were both the Left and Right Ministers of the Court of Judicial Review, and were Lu Zhan's right-hand men. Although they were in a superior-subordinate relationship with Lu Zhan, the three of them actually had a very close personal relationship.

Duan Ling and Ouyang Lei often made harmless jokes.

Upon hearing Duan Ling's words, Lu Zhan paused for a moment.

beautiful?

I recall the stunning beauty of the flower viewing party that day.

He paused for a moment, then agreed that she was indeed a beauty.

But she was just a little girl.

Lu Zhan did not answer Duan Ling's question. He raised his eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and tossed a case file to him. "Since you have so much free time, you should review this case again to make sure there are no oversights."

Duan Ling immediately groaned, "No way! I was thinking that it's still early today, and I wanted to ask you to go to the music and wine troupe to have some fun."

Lu Zhan gave him a strange look. "Liu Hongru's case has just been closed. I thought you would be able to restrain yourself a bit."

Duan Ling paused, "What kind of look is that? No, how can you compare Liu Hongru to me? That old guy is a lecherous bastard. When I went to the brothel, I was just drinking and listening to music, not trying to do anything with the girls..."

"I have no interest in knowing what you're up to," Lu Zhan interrupted him coldly.

Duan Ling: "..."

Seeing him leave the Dali Temple directly, Duan Ling chased after him unwillingly, "You have neither wives nor concubines, why are you going back so early?"

"Go to sleep." Lu Zhan uttered these two words with his thin, cold lips, then mounted his horse and left.

Duan Ling wondered to himself: Could it be that Old Lu really is like the rumors say, disliking women and preferring men?
Realizing this, he shuddered.

……

Evening, at the Duke of Dingguo's residence.

After reading through all the storybooks and picture albums that Ouyang Zhenzhu had taken her to buy, Zhiwan felt that she hadn't had enough and was bored, so she picked up a pen and started sketching on paper.

Her father was skilled in painting, and when she was young, he often held her and taught her to paint, so she also studied painting for a few years.

However, in the past few years, living in the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, she has not had the heart to pick up a brush and paint, and has somewhat neglected her painting.

When she picked up the pen again, it wasn't as unfamiliar as she had imagined.

She tried drawing on paper, and to her surprise, it went quite smoothly.

She was somewhat delighted, and focused her mind on painting.

When Shuang'er brought in a bowl of white fungus soup, she saw her young mistress bent over her desk painting a picture of spring flowers.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss, your painting is so beautiful!"

Zhiwan put down her brush, looked at her painting, and smiled with satisfaction. "I think it's pretty good too."

She hadn't painted for several years, but surprisingly, her painting skills hadn't deteriorated.

Shuang'er handed her the white fungus soup, saying, "This rock sugar, red date, and white fungus soup has been simmering in the small kitchen all afternoon. Miss, please drink it."

Zhiwan accepted it.

After finishing his drink, he handed the empty bowl to Shuang'er and said, "I don't need you to serve me here anymore. Go and rest."

"Then Miss, don't paint too late," Shuang'er said.

"understood."

After dismissing Shuang'er, Zhiwan blew on the ink on the painting, put it aside, and then laid out a new sheet of paper.

She rubbed her chin with the pen, pondering what to draw.

Suddenly, the erotic images she had seen in the picture book flashed through her mind. She pursed her rosy lips slightly, then picked up her pen and began to draw on the paper.

When she finished drawing and saw what she had drawn on the paper, her face instantly turned hot.

But then he realized there was no one else in the room, and he became less restrained.

She drew several more, getting more and more skilled with each stroke, but the things she drew were all incredibly erotic.

There are images of men with their clothes half-open, reclining on a tatami mat, and even images of men emerging from a bath with their upper bodies bare...

Zhiwan blushed as she admired her own painting.

She had never actually seen a man naked.

She was able to create these paintings thanks to the art books that Ouyang Zhenzhu helped her choose.

She stared at the portrait, hesitating whether to tear it up. After all, it would be inappropriate for a young lady like her to have such a painting made, but she was also reluctant to part with it.

"What are you doing?" At that moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Zhiwan was startled and slowly turned her head, only to see the man standing behind her, bending down to look at what she had drawn.

Zhiwan was stunned for a moment, then realized something and quickly put away her drawing.

"N-nothing," she said, sounding flustered.

Fortunately, the man didn't ask any further questions.

Perhaps he was tired, he straightened up, raised his hand to rub his temples, and then walked to her embroidered bed and naturally lay down.

Zhiwan carefully put away the portrait. Seeing this scene, she walked over with some annoyance, "Don't you think it's impolite of you to lie on someone else's bed like that?"

The man rested one hand behind his head, turned to look at her upon hearing this, and said with a faint smile, "I don't think so."

Zhiwan's expression froze. "You..."

“This isn’t the first time I’ve lain down like this,” the man added.

Zhiwan: "..."

What he said was true, but seeing his casual manner made me feel unconvinced.

This is her bed.

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he were the one in charge.

Thinking of this, she said in a spoiled manner, "So what? If I don't allow you to lie down, then you can't lie down. Get up!" With that, she climbed onto the bed, grabbed the man's arm, and tried to pull him off the bed.

The man glanced at her indifferently and let her do as she pleased.

Exhausted and panting, Zhiwan couldn't move him and eventually collapsed onto him.

She was about to get up when her hand accidentally landed on the man's chest.

The firm feel made her instinctively reach her hand inside his shirt.

The man visibly stiffened for a moment, then grabbed Zhiwan's hand, his voice hoarse, "How dare you!"

Zhiwan was stunned for a moment, and knew that her actions were inappropriate, but she pouted unconvinced and said, "You touched me too."

The man was speechless.

Taking the opportunity, Zhiwan quickly patted his chest.

It was hard and stiff, making her somewhat unable to resist.

So this is what a man's body is like; it's completely different from a woman's soft body, full of power.

Just as she was about to tear open the man's clothes to examine him further, the man couldn't restrain himself and rolled her over, pinning her beneath him.

Zhiwan struggled for a moment, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she let him have his way.

However, the man did not kiss her this time. He simply restrained Zhiwan's unruly hand with one hand, while his other hand reached under the pillow.

He quickly pulled out several storybooks and picture albums.

When he opened the picture book and saw the erotic images, he was stunned for a moment and stared at Zhiwan for a long time.

When Zhiwan saw it, her face paled. "Hey, how could you rummage through things like that?" Her little face was already bright red.

"If you didn't leave it lying around, how would I have noticed?" the man retorted.

Zhiwan choked.

He must have discovered it when he lay down on her pillow just now.

"Give it back to me right now!" Zhi Wan scolded, feeling both ashamed and angry when she saw that he was still looking at it.

However, with her body pinned down and her hands restrained, she was unable to move and could only watch helplessly.

The man leisurely flipped through the art book, even offering his comments: "Not bad."

The deeply hidden secret was laid bare for all to see, leaving Zhiwan both ashamed and anxious.

Seeing that he was still looking, in a moment of desperation, she leaned back and kissed his lips.

The man was stunned for a moment, then put down the picture book, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.

Zhiwan was instantly dizzy from the kiss.

When the man's calloused hands caressed her tender body, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan...

(End of this chapter)