Chapter 66:

Fenglai Tower has a beautiful view, attracting literati.

I don't know which guest played the piano on a whim, and it came to this elegant room from afar.

The window for viewing the moon has been closed, and no one is interested in enjoying the view. Only in a corner, faint movement can be heard.

Someone was whispering in pain, and soon after that little movement, it was eaten.

It was incompatible with the sound of the piano. It was a hazy, moist and entangled kiss.

In order to prevent guests from getting drunk, the private rooms in Feng Lai Building have an additional inner room, which is separated by a screen and has a couch for resting.

Suddenly, the screen in the inner room was shaken by the impact, and the candlelight revealed the figure behind the screen.

It was vaguely visible that someone was leaning against that spot, which made the screen vibrate.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a pale and slender hand grabbed the upper edge of the screen and stabilized the precious-looking object.

Someone laughed and said lazily: "If this screen falls down, Han Chu's account will be extra."

"It should be credited to Master Yan's account." Another slightly hoarse voice said.

"Why?" Yan Yunhe asked innocently.

"You were the one who caused it first." Yu Qin said, looking down at Yan Yunhe who was pressed against the screen by him.

At this moment, Yanyun He's hair was slightly messy, and even his collar was slightly open.

When he spoke, there were ambiguous red marks on his trembling Adam's apple, and there were teeth marks on his collarbone, but the bite was very shallow, so it seemed that the marks would not last long.

Yan Yunhe rubbed the bitten place with his fingers: "Thank you Hanchu for being merciful. Unlike last time, the mark from your bite has not gone away."

Yu Qin's eyes fell on the place where Yan Yunhe touched, It was like the belated shame finally came to my heart.

He didn't dare to look anymore, but the taste of alcohol between Yan Yunhe's lips and teeth was still on his tongue, as if reminding him of what the two of them had just done in this room.

Yan Yunhe naturally sensed Yu Qin's discomfort and did not try to expose it.

He and Yu Qin had never made it clear what their relationship was with each other. They were neither women. Mrs. Banquet said that there was no matchmaker or betrothal, which was quite appropriate in the current situation.

Yan Yun didn't want to ask, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear, for fear that Yu Qin would come to his senses, realize that the future was unpredictable, and push him away again.

He wanted to marry, but unfortunately Yu Qin couldn't marry.

After straightening his clothes, Yan Yunhe sat on the couch and waved Yu Qin over.

In a good voice, he explained to Yu Qin that this banquet was definitely not his intention, but that his mother made the decision herself and organized it for him.

By the time he found out, the invitations had been sent out and it was too late to withdraw them.

Yu Qin sat next to him and replied after hearing the words: "Then will you attend?"

"Since it is held for me, it would be wrong if I don't attend." Yan Yunhe said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually had the illusion that he was a heartless man, using sweet words to deceive the beauty.

This was so true that even he himself didn't believe it.

He looked at Yu Qin and couldn't help but feel uneasy: "You have to believe me, I... don't like women, don't you know this?"

Yu Qin looked sideways at him: "I remember that Mr. Yan is most keen on me. Comparing it to a woman."

After saying that, he raised his hand and touched his face, and said with a half-smile, "Do you like such a face?"

What he said was hard for Yan Yun to understand. In the end, it was all true. The sins caused by ignorance in the past must be repaid now.

It turned out that You Liang was right, and Yu Qin really misunderstood.

Even Yan Yunhe himself didn't believe it if it wasn't because of sex. However, after so many years, if he was just looking at his face, why should he be obsessed with Yu Qin.

"I was wrong." He didn't know what to say, so he admitted his mistake first, Yan Yunhe could say.

Yu Qin: "My lord, what is wrong?"

Yan Yunhe said awkwardly: "Don't call me your lord, call me Huaiyang again."

He didn't like it that your lord sounded unfamiliar.

After Yu Qin heard this, he didn't answer. He just looked at him quietly. He looked at the banquet so much that he couldn't bear it. He said with a bitter face, "Then I won't attend. As long as you are happy, anything is fine."

In a sense , Yan Yunhe is truly worthy of being a descendant of Yong'an Marquis, and his fear of hen is passed down from generation to generation.

"It's just a joke. You can go to Huaiyang if you want." Yu Qin turned around and said.

Yan Yunhe was not sure whether the other party's words were true or false, so he pushed away the heavy square table on the couch.

With his great strength, the table was easily pushed to the bottom, leaving the middle seat free, making it easier for Yan Yunhe to continue to be frivolous with the beauty.

As soon as he got closer, Yu Qin subconsciously ducked back. Seeing this, Yan Yunhe thought that the other party was deliberately hiding from him and was still unhappy.

He didn't stop when he was ready, but moved closer until he pushed Yu Qin to the edge. He then spread his legs slightly, knelt on the opponent's waist, and held Yu Qin's face without any dodge: "Han Chu really wants me to go?"

"Didn't you say this is a banquet just for you?" Yu Qin said.

Yan Yunhe looked at Yu Qin's eyes seriously: "But if you don't want to, I won't go, so you only need to tell me what you are thinking, and there is no need to force yourself."

Yu Qin suddenly raised his arms and hugged him , and straightened up, he looked up and chased Yan Yunhe's lips. The moment they touched, he whispered: "Don't go."

This time's kiss was not as touching as the previous ones . Then, the crimson robe pressed against the hem of the moonlight clothes, and was turned around in a short time. Yan Yunhe was not as crisis-conscious as before. He was probably kissed until he felt dizzy until he felt Yu Qin's legs underneath. Touch lightly or not.

Yan Yunhe let go of the other party's lips with difficulty and breathed rapidly: "What are you doing?"

Yu Qin stared at him with blurred eyes and said, "Didn't Huaiyang do this to me last time?"

Okay. If you don't learn, you will learn this aspect very quickly.

Yan Yunhe's tight thighs clamped Yu Qin tightly: "You can't bump into each other there, you have to be careful."

Hearing this, Yu Qin moved his clamped legs. Why did Yan Yun think of the other party? When he was about to pull away, he relaxed a little, but unexpectedly Yu Qin came up again, and this time the force of kissing him became much lighter.

Yan Yunhe fell helplessly on the couch. He raised his head, his Adam's apple with hickeys slid up and down, and soon sweat broke out on his temples.

The jade belt made a clanging sound, and the buckle made a dull crashing sound on the couch.

The sound of the piano in the distance increased from slow to fast, and the player plucked the strings quickly and hummed in waves.

Yan Yunhe's hair was messed up, and his dark skin was flushed.

Without the restraint of the belt, Yu Qin put his hand in awkwardly and persistently.

In the cold night, Yan Yunhe's skin was severely burned, and the skin was firm, and the areas without scars were unexpectedly smooth. Yu Qin pressed on the narrow, light red scar left by the old injury, and flicked it away as if unintentionally.

Yan Yunhe's waist tightened immediately, and he pressed Yu Qin's hand in his robe: "Good Hanchu, don't torment me."

Yu Qin looked at him and said nothing.

Under such gaze, Yan Yunhe gradually let go of his hand and let Yu Qin continue to explore.

Not long after, the hand was pulled out of the clothes, but it was replaced by someone pressing it down.

A strand of Yu Qin's hair fell on the side of Yan Yunhe's face. He circled it with his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

When Yu Qin saw this, he didn't say anything, but grabbed his waist and lifted him up. During the movement, the teapot on the wooden table between the couches was shaken.

The fragrance was like a scent, and Yan Yunhe felt soft when he smelled it, almost indulgent in whatever the other party did.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door, and Feng came downstairs to replace the tea and add new charcoal.

The boy could vaguely hear movement in the room, but he didn't hear anyone's voice replying: "Sir, would you like some more tea?"

There was no reply, but he heard the sound of a teacup breaking on the ground.

In winter, guests are afraid of the cold and often close the windows. The charcoal burns in the room and they easily faint.

So every half hour, the boy had to come over to refill the tea. This time there was no answer. He thought the person had fainted inside, and his voice became anxious: "Sir, are you okay?"

It was in his hand. Pressing on the door and about to push it open, a cold voice sounded from behind the door: "No need."

The boy was relieved and said: "Your Majesty, I'll come back later."

The voice said: "In half the time "An hour."

The boy said sensibly, "Okay."

After the boy left, Yu Qin turned around and slowly walked around behind the screen.

Yan Yunhe had his arms pressed over his eyes, his robes were intact, and the fragrant fragrance in the air seemed to be absent.

Yu Qin stepped forward and reached out to touch the other person's cheek. Yan Yunhe was sweating a lot. His pants were wet and stuck to his skin, clearly revealing his muscle texture.

Feeling Yu Qin's movements, Yan Yunhe put down his hand. His eye circles were slightly red, and he looked at Yu Qin with some unfocused eyes: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Qin came over and kissed him. .

Yan Yunhe struggled hard, but he didn't dare to move anymore for fear of playing with fire.

In his dizziness, he thought hard, had Yu Qin read some drawing book, and how could he suddenly become so good at it?

Or, actually, it always will be.

The last time he was drunk, his legs hurt and there were fingerprints. At that time, he thought Yu Qin pinched him. After this time, he seemed to know what Yu Qin did to him while he was drunk.

In the almost suffocating kiss, the smell in the air became more and more intense. Yan Yunhe's hands ruffled the hair on Yu Qin's back, and finally he tightly grasped one of the strands, so hard that the veins on the back of his hands showed slightly, as if they had been forced. He endured a kiss that was close to Meng Lang's and had to control himself not to hurt anyone.

As if he could feel his unconditional indulgence, Yu Qin's kiss became more intense.

Yan Yunhe was turned over and was bullied by Yu Qin behind him.

The hair on the back of his neck was lifted up, and it was already red from the steaming heat.

Yu Qin touched the tooth mark that had not faded and bit it again.

This time it was harder than the last time, so hard that it almost broke the skin of the fragile place and oozed blood, and then swallowed it into the abdomen before giving up.

There is no need for pity, only endless instinct and plunder, and constant overlapping traces.

They couldn't get married, they couldn't make it public, and no one would know that they were so intimate.

Maybe only tonight, maybe no future.

Yan Yunhe raised his neck, grabbed Yu Qin's hair, and asked for the other person's lips. He held Yu Qin's tight waist with his backhand, gasped awkwardly in the gap between kisses, and said with a joking smile: "Han Chu, if you are tired, Yes, you can do it instead."

Yu Qin's answer was to press the back of his neck and press his face to the soft couch cushion.