noffsinger Chapter 526 Afterwards
Chapter 526 Afterwards
Before he finished speaking, Chu Ziyu had already lowered his head and kissed him, his fingertips sliding down along his waistline, feeling the body under his palm suddenly tense.
"My Lord." He chuckled between his breaths, "Why are you shaking?"
Lin Ci'an's ears turned red, he turned his head and gritted his teeth: "...Shut up."
Chu Ziyu was relentless, and gently stroked his lower back with his fingertips, whispering in his ear: "If you don't want to, just push me away."
Lin Ci’an: “…”
(He wanted to push, but his whole body was weak and he couldn't exert any strength.)
In the end, he could only pull Chu Ziyu's collar in shame and anger, and said viciously: "...Quick battle, quick decision."
Chu Ziyu laughed: "As you wish."
(There was no quick fix, however.)
The wind and snow were raging outside the window, the candlelight was flickering inside the house, and between the hanging curtains, only the intertwining breaths and whispers were left.
(Secret Guard A: "You're going to be deaf, are you still going to step on the tiles in the Marquis' bedroom?")
(Secret Guard B: "...Do you want to watch a live pornographic video or become a dead eunuch?")
(The next morning)
Pei Zheng stood outside the east wing holding a stack of military newspapers, hesitating whether to knock on the door.
Xie Xiaofeng came over with a cold face and grabbed him by the back of his collar: "Are you looking for death?"
Pei Zheng's ears turned red, and he stammered, "I, I just came to deliver the military newspaper..."
Xie Xiaofeng glanced at the closed door and snorted, "The Marquis gave an order last night that no one is allowed to disturb him."
Pei Zheng blinked and suddenly lowered his voice: "Xie Xiaofeng, you said... are the Marquis and Mr. Chu..."
Xie Xiaofeng simply covered his mouth and dragged him away.
(inside the house)
The morning light shines through the window screen, casting tiny golden spots on the quilt.
Chu Ziyu lazily leaned on the couch, playing with Lin Ci'an's jade pendant with his fingertips, with a smile on his lips: "My Lord, General Pei seems to have misunderstood something."
Lin Ci'an fastened his belt, his ears still red, and said with a cold face, "If he dares to talk too much, he will be punished with a military stick."
Chu Ziyu propped up his chin, watching with interest as Lin Ci'an put on his clothes with his back to him - the Marquis's slender fingers were tying the belt, his movements were much slower than usual, his waistline was stretched straight, and it was obvious that he was trying to endure the discomfort.
"My Lord." Chu Ziyu suddenly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed across Lin Ci'an's waist, "Last night..."
"Shut up!" Lin Ci'an turned around abruptly, his ears red as blood, but he still maintained his dignity as a marquis. "If you dare to reveal even a word about what happened last night--"
Chu Ziyu laughed softly and suddenly grabbed his belt and pulled it. Lin Ci'an was caught off guard and fell onto the couch, and was pressed down by the counselor.
"How does the Marquis want to punish me?" Chu Ziyu whispered in his ear, "Fight another 300 rounds?"
Lin Ci'an's breathing stagnated, his fingers clenched the quilt, and his eyelashes trembled violently: "... Chu Ziyu!"
——Unfortunately, this scolding had no deterrent effect, and was instead kissed on the lips by the counselor.
An hour later, Lin Ci'an sat in the study with a sullen face, his knuckles hitting the desk three points harder than usual.
Pei Zheng came in trembling with fear to report military affairs. He shivered with fear as soon as he looked up - the Marquis's face was terribly gloomy today, with a faint blue-black tint under his eyes. His slender fingers were unconsciously rubbing his lower back, and his whole body exuded a hostile aura of "keep away from strangers".
"My Lord..." Pei Zheng swallowed, "Didn't you get enough rest last night?"
Lin Ci'an's eyes turned cold: "Are you free?"
Pei Zheng: “…”
(Help! Did he know something he shouldn't know?!)
6872 looked at the video of Lin Ci'an holding his waist and reviewing documents, and the code was shaking: "Boss, are you going to tear the Marquis apart?"
Chu Ziyu tied his belt slowly, with a deeper smile on his lips: "He likes it."
The system took a look at the blackening value—it had dropped to 50.
(…Okay, as long as you are happy.)