Chapter 640: Proper, changed gender?

Author: A Lotus Essence

The next day.

A ray of skylight shone through the window onto the five-screen Arhat bed made of rosewood with carved Kui dragon patterns. Yan Yun's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar furnishings and fragrance gradually cleared his slightly groggy mind.

It's his bedroom.

He closed his eyes again, put his slender fingers on his eyebrows and rubbed them gently, trying to relieve the dryness and pain in his eyes, "Here comes someone."

As soon as the words were spoken, a voice came from the bedside, which was particularly abrupt in this quiet and cold room.

Still feeling a bit tired and hoarse after waking up.

"Are you awake?"

Yan Yun suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. The man who was lying next to the bed yawned and sat up, holding his neck and twisting, his bones creaking and gradually stretched.

"How did you..."

Yan Yun was a little confused about the situation for a while. The slow reaction caused by the hangover made him rarely appear dazed and stunned.

Compared to him, Surao seemed extra calm and took over his words: "Why are you here...look down..."

Yan Yun lowered his eyes as he was told, and his eyes followed the moon-white Shu brocade auspicious pattern on the thin quilt to the bedside, and saw him holding her wrist tightly with one hand, and the porcelain white and delicate skin even turned slightly red.

He reluctantly let go and frowned, "Did it hurt you?"

"It doesn't hurt, it will subside after a while."

Surao moved her numb arm and looked at him in surprise: "How much do you remember about last night?"

"last night……"

Yan Yun sat up with his forehead raised, his legs bent and his elbows supported. His sleeves slipped down, revealing half of his well-proportioned arms. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly shook his head: "I only remember drinking two cups of Qiu Yuebai, and what happened after that...

…I have no impression at all.”

really.

"You're really drunk."

Su Rao raised a sly smile, leaned closer to him, and said in a bewitching and joking manner: "Yan Heqing, do you want to know what you did last night?"

Her eyes were burning, and a few big words were written clearly.

With bad intentions.

Yan Yun's thoughts were stagnant, as if there was a piece of wood stuck in his mind. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at her sideways, "What?"

"You said you liked me and wanted to drink with me every day and catch fish for me to eat..."

"They also said that they wanted to plant begonia flowers all over the yard. They thought those bamboos and ancient pines were an eyesore, so they had to pull them out. Although I tried my best to stop them, but..."

Surao waved her sleeves, and the strong wind opened the window, revealing the old tree that had been chopped down in the middle. The broken branches and leaves had obviously been cleaned up, leaving no trace.

Only the bald tree stump half as tall as a man reminded me of the 'tragedy' that happened last night.

Yan Yun looked at the tree trunk surrounded by the two people and fell into deep thought.

But this is not over yet...

"You are also planning to dig a wine cellar in the palace and demolish an attic in the southwest corner..."

"Qichi went to stop you, but you kicked him off the roof. More than a dozen shadow thorns couldn't stop you."

"..."

After hearing those ridiculous deeds, the veins in Yan Yun's forehead jumped.

He waited for a long time before reluctantly asking: "So, besides these?"

"Isn't this enough? What else do you want to do?"

Surao looked at him directly.

Yan Yun lowered his hand and stared at her with his eyes, seeming to examine and explore, but seeing that her expression did not change and there was nothing unusual about her, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

His expression was complicated and inexplicable.

"Stop being stunned."

Surao didn't see his regretful look, so she felt bored and stood up on the edge of the bed, "It's getting late, it's time to get up and pack up, go to the Yamen for duty."

She turned and walked out.

When he was almost reaching the door, a mute question came from behind him: "Why did you change your mind?"

The sentence had no beginning or end, but Surao understood it.

She just raised her hand, then lowered it gently.

After standing quietly for a moment, he chuckled: "How can I take advantage of others' danger? That's too much. If you are angry with me, I won't be able to coax you."

"Won't."

"You won't be angry?"

"Um."

The room was silent, except for the shallow breathing of the two people. Surao felt her heart tremble, and there was some sadness hidden in the numbness. She never looked back and murmured: "You, it's just like this, it makes me want to do something."

I can’t bear to do anything bad.”

"Don't indulge me too much, Yan Yun."

She smiled and said in a soft and uncertain voice: "I'm not a very good person with a sense of proportion..."

She didn't tell him that she was drunk last night.

His empty and blank eyes were filled with sparks, burning into the bottom of her heart, as if they were going to melt her skin and flesh. With just one look, she regretted it.

I regretted it so much that as soon as I saw him waking up, I would go up to him, play tricks, make jokes, and at the same time show off intentionally or unintentionally: Look, I didn't cross the line.

Just like that, it was revealed tacitly.

Act as if nothing happened.

as always.

In the long silence, Yan Yun stood up from the bed and walked towards her. His voice was very shallow step by step, but it seemed as if he was stepping on the apex of her heart, making her whole body tense unconsciously.

Two arms hugged her from behind.

Gradually tighten.

Yan Yun pressed his chin against her head, hugged her whole body, sighed helplessly, and said in a tone that said he hated iron, "Su Lingling, aren't you usually very courageous? Why?

Do you want to shrink back at a time like this?"

"You really don't know what I mean by taking that drink?"

Through their clothes, Surao could still feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, and his breath enveloped her, everywhere.

In this silent comfort, she gradually relaxed.

Pull the straight lip line gently.

"Know."

"If you really knew, you wouldn't tell me this."

Yan Yun's chest rose and fell, he took a deep breath, then slowly let go of her, passed his hand through her temples, and opened the door.

"You go."

His words changed so quickly that before Surao could react, he was pushed out of the room, and the door behind him was closed again without mercy.

Surao: "..."

She turned around and stared at the door, blinking her eyes slightly, feeling a little at a loss. Her ancestor seemed unhappy.

Is there any?

There should be some, right?

She scratched her ears uncertainly and called in a low voice: "Yan Yun, Yan Heqing, Mr. Yan..."

There was a sound of chairs being moved inside.

"Su Lingling, come to me after you think about it clearly."

After Yan Yun said this, no matter what she said, he stopped making a sound. Surao racked her brains and thought for a long time, but still didn't understand what she should think clearly.

What was it that made the ancestor unhappy?

Seeing that the time was up, she could only leave the palace with doubts. After sending the people away, Zhuyan, Qichi and Jingchen stood in a row outside Zhimo Courtyard, thoughtfully.

"Everything was fine last night, why did we end up so unhappy so early in the morning?"

Qichi expressed confusion.

Jingchen stood with his sleeves folded, with an inscrutable expression, "Zhuyan, what do you think?"

"I can't tell."

I don’t know the cause and effect, but this time Zhu Yan was indeed confused by Monk Zhang Er, and said with a flat mouth: "These two people are not of a temperament that can quarrel. Did they change their gender after one night?"
Chapter completed!