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

Chapter 75 I am also very happy

The man paused for a moment, then kissed her even more passionately.

Zhiwan's hand slid down from his shoulder, along his narrow waist, and then stopped at the man's firm abdomen.

The man stiffened, about to stop her, but her hand slipped free from his and quickly reached down, then stopped.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at her in astonishment.

Zhiwan was also stunned, and then, as if she had been burned, she quickly let go of her hand.

Her eyes flickered, and she stammered, "I...I want to go back." With that, she quickly pushed the man away, turned around, and opened the door.

However, before she could even see her surroundings clearly, the man's strong arms tightened around her waist, pulling her back inside.

"boom!"

The man closed the door again, and Zhiwan was once again pressed against the door panel.

"late."

The man's hot lips brushed against her ear, and her body trembled involuntarily. Suddenly, she felt her mouth dry and didn't realize what the man meant by "it's too late." She pressed her face against the door, panting heavily.

Until the man lifted her skirt.

She had just regained a sliver of her senses.

"What...what are you going to do?" Zhiwan exclaimed in shock, grabbing the man's large hand.

"Reciprocity is key." The man uttered a few words softly, firmly pulling his hand away from hers.

Zhiwan: "..."

She touched him just now, but through his clothes, she didn't actually make any physical contact.

"No, that doesn't count." She was both surprised and anxious.

The man placed one hand on her side and the other tightly around her waist. "So what would count? Or are you saying that you only allow commoners to light lamps, but forbid officials from setting fires, huh?"

Zhiwan: "..."

Just as she was speechless, the man suddenly used his knee to pry her legs apart.

Zhiwan was shocked and turned to look at him, "You..."

The man's face was somewhat blurry, but his forehead was faintly covered in sweat.

She wanted to look again, but the man's large hand pressed her back against the door.

When Zhiwan wanted to turn back, she couldn't do it anymore.

The next moment, her pupils widened, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

The creaking of the door panel lasted for a long time before it finally stopped.

The expression on Zhiwan's face was quite fascinating.

It evoked curiosity, shock, and a sense of the bizarre.

So just now, did they...do it?

"Who are you from? What is your name? How old are you?" The man's slender fingers brushed through her sweaty hair, his thin lips pressed against the back of her ear, and he asked breathlessly, his deep voice clearly hoarse with lingering passion.

Zhiwan snapped out of her daze and forced herself to remain calm, asking, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'll marry you." The man looked at her earnestly.

Zhiwan was taken aback. "You want to marry me?"

“Of course.” The man nodded, his tone sincere. “I have no concubines, nor a wife or children. If you marry me, you will be my legal wife, and there will be no other women to get in your way.”

Zhiwan blinked.

What the man said was truly tempting.

Zhiwan was also somewhat tempted, but she wasn't about to lose herself.

Just like in the folk tales, a man's words are sincere before he has truly obtained something, but once he has it, he will discard it like trash.

It's laughable that she believed him without even knowing who he was.

Moreover, the man might be saying all this in order to find out her identity.

Thinking of this, she regained her clarity.

She poked the man's chest with her slender fingertips and teased, "Looks like I really gave you a good time." The man's ears burned, and he stared at her in astonishment.

"It's just an act, you don't need to take it seriously. You would be just as happy with any other woman," Zhiwan said with a shrug, not caring much.

The man narrowed his dark eyes slightly, "Just playing along?"

“Of course.” Zhiwan nodded, then tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, “I am also very happy.”

man:"……"

He didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhiwan pouted and said listlessly, "You don't need to take responsibility. It was a consensual matter. I'll come to you again next time."

A vein throbbed on the man's forehead. "This girl is really easygoing."

"Not casually, would I let you kiss and touch me?" Zhiwan said nonchalantly.

The man's face darkened. "Would you have cooperated so obediently if it were any other man?"

Zhiwan paused for a moment; she hadn't thought about this question.

After all, she had never been this close to this man in her entire life.

The other party's question really put her in a difficult position.

She tapped her nose with her index finger and began to think seriously.

Seeing her hesitation, the man's expression softened slightly, and his gaze fell on her face.

Her face was still blurry, but her raised index finger was slender and fair, and a tiny red mole was faintly visible in the gap near her middle finger.

The man seemed to be deep in thought.

"I haven't thought about this, but if the other person is good-looking and doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, I don't mind cooperating... Hmm!"

Before Zhiwan could finish speaking, she was kissed by the man again.

This time, the other person's kiss carried a sense of punishment.

Zhiwan's lips hurt from the kiss, so she couldn't help but open her mouth and bite him.

The man grunted, released her, and said with a deep gaze, "You've gone too far!"

"Yes, I am that audacious. We've known each other for a long time. You know that, yet you still want to marry me? Aren't you afraid I'll tear your house down?" Zhiwan crossed her arms and looked at him leisurely.

Instead of getting angry, the man laughed, reached out and pinched her chin, his tone somewhat indulgent, "Since I intend to marry you, I have nothing to fear."

Zhiwan pushed his hand away and said sullenly, "I won't marry you, but if you're willing to marry into my family, I'll consider taking you in as my husband."

The man frowned. "I cannot marry into the family."

"Why?"

"My parents only had one child, me," the man said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan raised an eyebrow and said, "So, if you had more than one child, you would be willing to marry into the family?"

"Yes." The man looked at her with deep, dark eyes.

Zhiwan paused, then said, "I understand what you mean. It's because you want to take responsibility for me, even if marrying into my family goes against your wishes. But you're overthinking it. I don't need you to take responsibility. We're just getting what we need." With that, she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, asking, "Shall we continue?"

"What?" the man exclaimed in astonishment.

Zhiwan glanced at him, her fingers moving down his waist and abdomen.

A vein throbbed on the man's forehead as he quickly grabbed her hand. "Stop fooling around!"

“You weren’t like this just now.” Zhiwan blinked.

man:"……"

"You don't recognize me once you've pulled up your pants?" Zhiwan's eyes were mischievous.

The man choked on his own saliva and stared at her in shock. "Where did you learn all this?"

"Do I even need to learn this?" Zhiwan asked rhetorically.

The man's gaze was dark and unfathomable. "Which brothel are you from?"

"What?" Now it was Zhiwan's turn to be astonished.

(End of this chapter)