Половины жизни, посвященной музыке и макияжу

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"Really. I didn't touch her or kiss her. I made that expression to deceive her, to make her think I was drugged and delirious." Zhan Yun explained softly, then leaned closer to her cheek and gently kissed her. "I only love Chen'er, and I only do this for you."

Duan Chen flinched slightly, glancing at him sideways, his cool voice carrying a hint of disgust: "Go take a bath. I don't like that smell."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Yun lowered his head and sniffed himself, then quickly stood up and gently pulled Duan Chen's hand. Duan Chen looked up at him, and Zhan Yun smiled, his dark brown eyes sparkling: "I don't have water in my room, how about I use Chen'er's?"

Duan Chen was taken aback, then shook his head: "I don't have any hot water in my room either."

Zhan Yun's lips curved into a wider smile, her voice slightly hoarse: "Let's use the ones Chen'er used."

Duan Chen felt a slight burning sensation in his ears from the intense gaze and looked away to gaze out the window.

Zhan Yun smiled slightly, turned around and left the house. He went back to his own room to get a few clean clothes, and then returned to Duan Chen's room.

The sound of clear water came from behind the screen, and the white petals in the bucket were stirred again, deepening the sweet floral fragrance in the room. Duan Chen changed his clothes and sat up against the bed. He had originally intended to ponder the case, but the intermittent sound of water behind the screen stirred ripples in his heart. Duan Chen poured some cooled plum soup and sipped it slowly, and for some reason, he felt his cheeks slightly flushed.

A moment later, the man emerged, looking refreshed. He had changed into a brand-new snow-white long robe, his face slightly damp, and his handsome features smiled as he looked at Duan Chen. He walked slowly to her side, pulled her into his arms, and took her wrist in his other hand. He then drank a sip of plum soup from her hand and swallowed it slowly.

Duan Chen was taken aback by his sudden intimacy, his body stiffening slightly as he was gently pulled into his arms. The other man rested his chin on his shoulder, took several sips of plum soup, then took the bowl from his hands and placed it on the table. His lips slowly approached Duan Chen's ear, pressing a kiss to his lips, his voice low and alluringly husky: "I only love Chen'er..."

Duan Chen flinched, teased by his hot breath and soft lips, and tried to turn away from his embrace, but was held even tighter in the next instant. Zhan Yun chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear and gently kissed it: "Silly girl, do you know why you reacted to that smell this morning?"

Author's Note: There will be an update tomorrow at 9 AM!

Everyone probably guessed what that woman stole, and those two figures thanking Zhan Yun, who were they?

Ahem, the next chapter will continue the sweetness, with Zhanzhan teaching Chenchen what caressing is. *covers face* Actually, I don't know anything about it!

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Ahem again, this story contains steamy scenes, and Xue Luo does indeed cook meat dishes, but to appease the censors...

It is very likely that in the future, the unsafe parts will be placed in the reader group, and only the more censored parts will be placed in the main text.

Raise your little paw to call everyone, come join the group! It's warm and harmonious there, hehehe~

And sometimes they even give advance previews of exciting plot points, and everyone discusses the plot together, isn't that lovely?

Finally, P.S.: The group number can be found below the text, (*^__^*)~~~~~ I really don't know anything!

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Chapter Twelve: Moved by Emotion, Scheming to the End...

Upon hearing this, Duan Chen stirred again, turning around to hear his explanation, only to be met with a muffled groan from the person behind her. Zhan Yun's hand, which had been resting on her waist, slowly moved forward, covering her lower abdomen, applying slight pressure to pull her closer to him.

His lips, close to her ear, moved slightly, his voice even lower and hoarse: "You've read quite a few medical books, so you should know what's wrong with me now, right?"

Duan Chen noticed the gradual changes in his body, his cold phoenix eyes widened in shock, and his cheeks flushed instantly: "You!"

Zhan Yun quickly loosened the distance, his arms still wrapped around her, and his hand that had been on her lower abdomen slid back to her waist: "Don't be angry. The reason you reacted this morning is because when I kissed you the night before, we were both aroused..." Duan Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then his cheeks burned even more. Aroused... was it like what he had just done?

Zhan Yun gently kissed her cheek, speaking softly to Duan Chen to distract himself, while regulating his breathing and trying to suppress the throbbing in his body: "Are you still angry with me?"

Duan Chen pursed his lips, his phoenix eyes half-closed. Zhan Yun continued, "We almost failed just now. We both noticed you when you appeared on the roof. After she pushed me to the ground, I saw her glance in your direction. I immediately thought that if she wanted to harm you, I would have no choice but to intervene." He couldn't care less about alerting her now…

Duan Chen pursed his lips, his brows furrowing slightly: "If you had informed me beforehand, this wouldn't have happened."

Zhan Yun's lips curved slightly as he reached out and stroked her cheek, turning her face slightly towards him: "You've been worried about Yu Sheng all this time, and you even used such methods. I don't want you to know..."

But man proposes, God disposes; she was still disturbed. Her beloved had witnessed her flirting with that woman from beginning to end, and considering the girl's complete inexperience in such matters, even Zhan Yun, who prided himself on his self-control, was frantic with worry while holding the woman. He was torn between fearing she might harm Duan Chen and the potential disruption to the overall situation. In just a short time, Zhan Yun felt his hair was turning white with anxiety.

Gently turning her body, Zhan Yun stroked her chin with his fingers, his crescent-shaped eyes filled with deep affection, yet unlike the frivolous and wanton look he had shown when he looked at that woman before: "I promise, this will never happen again. Don't be angry, okay?"

The collar of her snow-white dress was slightly open, revealing a warm breath emanating from her firm, light honey-colored chest. Duan Chen frowned slightly, raising her hand to gently caress the exposed skin. Zhan Yun smiled slightly, her crescent-shaped eyes fixed on the expression on her face. The fingers that had been resting on her chin moved to support her cheek, while her other hand gently covered the back of her hand, guiding it inward.

Duan Chen pursed his lips slightly, wondering why the image of that hand painted with bright red nail polish caressing his chest kept replaying in his mind. That's why he subconsciously raised his hand to touch it. As Duan Chen's hand was held and moved inward, he felt the muscles beneath his hand gradually tighten, and the breathing above him grew deeper, the hot breath exhaled on the side of his neck.

Duan Chen looked up and saw Zhan Yun looking down at him. Her crescent-shaped eyes were full of intoxicating tenderness, her slightly pink lips curved into a gentle arc, but her forehead and temples were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her jawline was also a little tense.

Zhan Yun understood her thoughts better than she did. His hand guided her to slowly caress his chest, shoulders, collarbone, and neck. Finally, he took her fingers and led them to his lips. His deep eyes held a doting smile, and he gently kissed her delicate fingertips.

Duan Chen gazed at him intently, her expression softening. She withdrew her fingers, seemingly unable to resist the ticklish feeling, and a faint smile played on her lips. Zhan Yun also smiled, half-closing his eyes as he kissed her forehead…

After gathering his changed clothes, Zhan Yun glanced one last time at the beautiful woman lying on the bed, asleep with her eyes closed. He carefully bolted the door, left through the back window, and returned to his own room. He had left several windows open during his previous hasty return, and the perfumed scent had completely dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance of lotus blossoms.

Zhan Yun took off his clothes and lay on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Duan Chen's eyelashes fluttering and his obedient caressing him under his guidance floated into his mind. The ecstasy and the clear memories surged up, and all the intimate moments of the past flooded his mind. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. Zhan Yun slowly exhaled and calmed his mind to begin reciting the internal energy cultivation method that he had memorized since childhood.

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The next morning, as everyone was having breakfast in the side hall, the Seventh Prince and Zhou Qianbo walked in, laughing and talking loudly. Zhao Ting and Zhan Yun exchanged a glance, then both turned their gazes to the two. Sure enough, as soon as the Seventh Prince entered the room, he ordered tea to be brought over, downed a bowl of plum soup, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at everyone with a smile: "I have some good news for you."

Just then, Zhou Yufei entered the room. Judging from his complexion, he had just come from Kaifeng Prefecture. He exchanged glances with Zhao Ting and the others, then bowed to the Seventh Prince and his own father before sitting down to listen to the Seventh Prince speak.

Zhao Rui was clearly in a good mood, his dark eyes gleaming. He slowly said, "His Majesty has ordered that Zhao Yan and Zhao Lin be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's jail and executed at Caishikou in the east of the city in seven days."

Upon hearing the words "execution," everyone was shocked. Xiao Changqing blinked, muttering in disbelief, "This... this is it?"

The Seventh Prince heard him clearly and replied with a beaming smile, "That's right! And this time, Baoding will be completely safe!"

Duan Chen frowned and asked softly, "Zhao Lin certainly deserves to die, but why did the Third Prince also...?"

Zhao Ting interjected in a deep voice, "The Third Prince has always been involved in all aspects of the Seven Life Sect. Even the idea of Jin Xiaobai and others concocting pills and selling them to court officials was his." As he spoke, a somewhat sarcastic smile curved his thin lips. "Last time I went to the palace, Zhao Qi told me quite a bit about the Third Prince's household. To be honest, I've just disliked this father and son since I was a child, but I really didn't know that these two could be such hypocrites..."

"Your Highness, Lord Zhou, last night's operation should only have resulted in the capture of one person..." Zhan Yun stopped mid-sentence, his crescent-shaped eyes looking at Zhao Rui with a meaningful gaze. There must be something else going on...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ting also turned his gaze to his father. Zhao Rui coughed twice, turned his gaze to the window, picked up his teacup, and continued drinking his plum soup. The group, with perfect understanding, then turned their attention to Zhou Qianbo. Zhou Jixiang glared angrily, thinking, "You've already given me all the good news, but you always make me the bad guy!"

Zhou Qianbo hesitated for a moment, his face showing some difficulty: "Young Prince, don't be hasty after hearing about this. Xingzhi, and Yiran, don't act impulsively either. This is the young marquis's own choice." Taking a deep breath, Zhou Qianbo explained slowly: "Last night, we only managed to capture Zhao Lin, which was about what we had planned, and we could say that we had successfully completed the plan. But later, when the trial was held in the Shengtang overnight, the Third Prince caused trouble again, insisting that this matter had nothing to do with them, and even accused Zhao Qi of framing someone."

Zhao Ting immediately gasped, his face darkening as he cursed, "Is he even human?! What kind of father is he? He pushes everything onto Yizhi!"

The Seventh Prince laughed somewhat sarcastically: "Actually, it's not surprising. If a nest full of vultures suddenly produces a golden eagle, it's quite remarkable that it hasn't been pecked to death!"

Zhou Qianbo continued with a bitter face, "Who knew he would bring two witnesses who testified that Zhao Qi had long harbored treacherous intentions, even claiming that he had murdered his father and brother, plotted rebellion, and was jumping around shouting that he would go to the palace to see the emperor first thing this morning and strip Zhao Qi of his official titles. Both sides had their own version of events, and at that time, Lord Cao was at a loss. Everyone was extremely worried, but who knew that the emperor would come along with the young marquis."