Anxin was furious.
"Yan Zhen, you shameless!" That was her first kiss! She had never been treated so lightly in either her past or present life!
However, all her struggles were suppressed by him. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her, at her angry eyes, and said in a low voice, "I am shameless, not as good as Prime Minister Yun Gaofeixue, there is nothing to argue about."
Anxin was furious.
"Be good, don't move..."
An Xin's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened: "What are you going to do!?"
"I'll kiss you."
An Xin's nerves suddenly skipped a beat, and she leaned back repeatedly, angrily shouting, "Yan Zhen, you bastard! How dare you!"
Yan Zhen lowered his eyelashes and said, "There is nothing in heaven and earth that I dare not do."
An Xin opened her eyes wide and watched his face slowly approach. She felt a wave of dizziness, her heart racing, and a burning sensation in her chest.
Being kissed by a bastard with a five-finger mark on his head is a truly tragic thing!
"What do you want?!" An Xin suppressed her anger and roared when his lips were just inches away from hers.
"Kiss you." His lips pressed against hers, the warm, soft touch traveling through her sensitive skin to every part of her body. He couldn't help but press his lips deeper, his tongue sweeping across her lips before gently touching her teeth.
An Xin gritted her teeth and glared at him with fiery eyes!
His hand landed on her waist, giving her a light yet skillful pinch. An Xin felt a tingling sensation spread down her spine, and she gasped. He seized the opportunity to slip his hand into her mouth, accurately entwining his tongue with hers.
The incredibly soft touch left An Xin's mind blank; she felt her body go limp, and then her whole body trembled.
He subconsciously gritted his teeth, using a little more force, and his body suddenly paused. Then, a faint smell of blood filled the air, but he seemed completely unaware. However, unlike before, he was not gentle. He pressed her against the tree and almost brazenly plundered everything she had.
An Xin felt dizzy and weak, and his breathing became increasingly unsteady as he pressed closer to her.
An Xin suddenly jolted awake, and with a burst of strength she didn't know she had, she pushed him away and threw a punch at him, her face turning bright red.
Yan Zhen caught the fist that was thrown at her and said with a smile, "Xin'er, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."
An Xin gritted her teeth: "Yan Zhen, I'm not done with you yet!"
A flicker of unease crossed Yan Zhen's eyes, but she still smiled and said, "Everyone in the world knows I belong to you. Why don't you let me be yours tonight?"
Fuck your mother!
An Xin was furious. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen anyone as shameless as this!
She was furious and turned to leave.
Yan Zhen smiled and said, "Xin'er, you're going the wrong way."
An Xin took a deep breath, turned around and walked in another direction.
Yan Zhen chuckled softly, then grabbed her as she passed by and gave her a hard kiss on the lips, saying, "You're mine. You need to know you're mine, understand?"
An Xin's face was icy: "I don't know if I'll be yours in the future, but at least I don't think I'm yours now! Let me go."
Yan Zhen pinched her face and said, "The future is destined to be this way, so let's start now."
Since resistance was futile, An Xin simply stopped resisting and stared at Yan Zhen, saying, "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee the result will be as you wish."
Yan Zhen pecked her lips hard and said, "An Xin, I've always been lucky." This time will be no exception.
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The following day, Yan Zhen suddenly developed a high fever.
An Xin was hurriedly summoned to the Right Prime Minister's residence, only to find that the usually dashing and debonair man was now seemingly unconscious.
Qiu Yue cried and said, "My lord caught a cold last night and then developed a high fever. We called many imperial physicians, but none of them could help."
An Xin looked at Yan Zhen's flushed cheeks, raised her hand to test his forehead temperature, and found it to be shockingly hot.
But she had made an appointment to see Jinglan tonight, and it would be really unfair to break her promise again. After thinking it over, An Xin stood up and said, "Qiuyue, I'll be gone for a few hours. Please take good care of your master."
Qiuyue suddenly opened her eyes wide and said, "But the master kept calling the young lady's name."
As if sensing that An Xin was about to leave, Yan Zhen woke up, her eyes glazed as she looked at An Xin. She weakly raised her hand to grab An Xin's wrist and asked, "Xin'er, where are you going?"
An Xin thought that if she told him she was going to see Jing Lan, he would probably get even sicker, so she sighed and said, "Why aren't you going anywhere? What's wrong with you?"
Yan Zhen said weakly, "I missed you so much that I caught a cold."
An Xin glared at him: "What kind of logic is that!"
Yan Zhen grabbed her hand and whispered, "If you don't leave, I'll recover quickly."
An Xin thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll go and have someone brew some medicine." She was really not good at being kind to people, so she had no choice but to agree to his request. She got up and went to the study, casually wrote a letter, and called Qiu Yue to deliver it to the Left Prime Minister's residence.
Qiuyue hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing reluctantly.
An Xin had a headache. Why did she impulsively agree to his proposal last night? Thinking about it now gave her a headache. Fortunately, she never regretted her decisions. She might as well give it a try. If she really couldn't develop feelings for him, it would be reasonable to part ways amicably.
She brought the medicine over, pushed open the door, and found Yan Zhen seemingly asleep, his eyes closed and his breathing a little rapid. An Xin stared at him for a while, her mood as calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.
She didn't understand matters of the heart, but she knew that forced relationships rarely ended well.
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