Because he had to work with Mu Zhan, he couldn't write poetry. It's impossible to write in front of the person who wants to send love poems, it's really shameful to the toes, and it can't be saved.

If he wanted to stay alone, Mu Zhan would think a lot. He simply sat in Mu Zhan's arms and didn't move, and thought about it first.

He leaned back lazily, his entire back was pressed against Mu Zhan's chest, he raised his head slightly, rested the back of his head on Mu Zhan's shoulder, touched his chin with his fingers, and thought seriously. Thinking about it this way, the current sitting atmosphere was unexpectedly suitable for inspiring him.

He unconsciously raised his head, only using a hair band to tie the long hair behind his head, gently swept the side of Mu Zhan's neck, picked up a little itch, which spread quickly, and even his heart was a little itchy.

Mu Zhan was in no mood to do things immediately, and his attention was all in one place.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on top of Wen Mingyu's head, pressed it lightly, and said, "Don't move."

Wen Mingyu turned his head to look at him subconsciously, but he could only see a perfectly curved chin and a small side face. .

"Oh."

He replied obediently, but really didn't move any more, and threw himself into thinking again. However, a certain person is not so attentive. Even if the person in his arms does not move, there are still many places between the two of them. It is not so much that Wen Mingyu disturbs him by moving around. It is better to say that he himself Disturbed.

Mu Zhan couldn't help moving his hand on Wen Mingyu's waist and rubbed it. Wen Mingyu shuddered suddenly and was forced to return to her senses. She looked at Mu Zhan, "What are you doing?"

Mu Zhan lowered his head and looked engrossed in handling affairs. He turned his head when he heard the voice, showing a somewhat puzzled expression. .

Wen Mingyu hesitated, was it really just an unconscious action, like fiddling with the corners of the test paper when he was thinking about how to solve the problem.

So, he didn't say anything and continued to think about himself. But it didn't take long before Mu Zhan rubbed it again, and when he touched it, Wen Mingyu couldn't help shaking, and his waist was itchy and soft.

Now, how could it be impossible to see that Mu Zhan did it on purpose.

Wen Mingyu glared at him, but Mu Zhan didn't hide it, and said frankly: "You are by my side, I can't concentrate."

Wen Mingyu straightened up, looking like she was about to get up, "Then I'll go to the side?

" , the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, a little arc that cannot be suppressed.

Mu Zhan refused without hesitation, "No, I won't move you."

As soon as Wen Mingyu got up a little, she was hugged by Mu Zhan and pressed back, making it even tighter. Next, Mu Zhan really didn't make any small moves, but tried his best to focus on his work.

After an hour, everything was done. Wen Mingyu immediately poked him twice in the waist, and went back in revenge.

The result, with a poke, was found to be hard.

Wen Mingyu suddenly studied the abdominal muscles. When the muscles are in a relaxed state, they are soft, elastic, and feel surprisingly good. Only when they are taut will they be hard. Mu Zhan's muscles are not very exaggerated, but moderately thick, with just the right amount of strength and beauty, as if it were a work of art.

Mu Zhan let him play for a while, then grabbed his wrist, his voice was low and hoarse: "If you touch it again, you will regret it." The

hot breath blew through the earlobe, making his sensitive ears turn red at once. Mingyu heard the meaning in his words, and instantly retracted his hand, too obedient.

Mu Zhan was a little pity, as if he was regretting that there was no excuse for punishing him.

Then, as if he remembered something, he took out a thin chain from his sleeve pocket. It was quite similar to the previous one, but there were many differences. Obviously, the material had changed. But Wen Mingyu couldn't see what it was doing.

Mu Zhan leaned over, put his hand on his knee, slid down the slender and well-proportioned calf line, clasped his ankle, then undid the buckle, and wrapped the light golden chain around Wen Mingyu. On the foot, the size is just right, not too bad.

"This chain will shrink, even if you become a rabbit, it will not fall off."

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled it, and found that it was elastic, and the chain would stretch with his hand. I don't know what metal it is, but it looks like it's made of gold.

Mu Zhan said: "It is indeed made of gold, but it was specially treated during production, and it has become what it is now."

Wen Mingyu was just curious, but he didn't want to study this aspect, so his attention quickly shifted. , I observed this delicate chain. This time, a small and beautiful bell was added to it. It was also light gold with patterns engraved on it.

"Then I'm walking around wearing this, won't others hear it?"

Wen Mingyu felt embarrassed when she thought about it, and wanted to take it off.

However, Mu Zhan stopped him, "The voice is very small, only the people who are very close to you can hear it if you shake so much." He almost

said that only the two of them could hear it.

Wen Mingyu tried it, and it was exactly as Mu Zhan said.

He jumped out of Mu Zhan's arms, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, walked a few steps at will, walked slowly without making a sound, and only made a little stride. In the quiet hall, it is easy to ignore the small crisp bell sound.

Wen Mingyu didn't take it off.

When he was trying, Mu Zhan sat in the same position and watched his movements silently. As he walked, the thin white ankles were faintly exposed under the hem of the clothes, and the delicate light gold chains made his skin more and more jade white and smooth. , The arc of the instep is very beautiful, even the toes are a touch of pink, and the bells are shaking, making people seem to be in a trance.

He watched Wen Mingyu walking around barefoot on the carpet, his eyes became darker and darker, and suddenly he had the urge to stop stepping there, come over, step on him, and then he firmly grasped that Only the ankle, pulled over, and kissed along a little bit.

And Wen Mingyu didn't know what he was thinking at all. After trying it, he found that it was fine, and the thin chain looked good, so he accepted it calmly.

He pondered again in his heart, how to avoid Mu Zhan, write down the poems he just thought of, and send them out.

When he looked up again, he saw Mu Zhan's hand resting on the table, his fingers pinched between his eyebrows, his eyes half-drooped, and the pheromones around him were a little restless.

Wen Mingyu walked over subconsciously and asked, "Tired? Are you in a bad mood?"

Mu Zhan put down his hand, looked up at him, and nodded, "Well, very tired."

Wen Mingyu was shocked because something like this If so, he had asked Mu Zhan before, but Mu Zhan would never admit it. It seemed that he had to maintain a smooth and impeccable appearance at all times, and would never show weakness.

When asked this time, Wen Mingyu didn't have any hope that he would nod, and planned to think of another way, but he didn't expect that Mu Zhan would actually say tired. And the amount of business handled just now is obviously not much, it is nothing compared to the past. Mu Zhan was busy all the time and slept very late a few years ago, and he never said that.

Is it because their relationship has changed?

Moreover, Mu Zhan is acting like a spoiled child, right?

Although the expression is still light, but the boyfriend is coquettish, who can stand it? !

He used to think that Mu Zhan was a coquettish, arrogant and arrogant, but now it seems that he has to change it, he is acting like a coquette!

Wen Mingyu likes Mu Zhan like this, and feels that the two are closer. People only act coquettishly when they are very close to people, not to mention Mu Zhan's character. He never imagined what Mu Zhan would be like acting like a spoiled child.

However, the most important thing now, of course, is to coax your boyfriend.

Wen Mingyu hurriedly walked over, held his hand, and said softly, "Sleep for a while? Or should I squeeze your shoulder?"

Mu Zhan took his hand and gently pressed it to his face, rubbing it against his face. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Young master pinches my shoulders, how can I do that?"

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Really, at this time, I have to act suddenly.

The force was very light, the back of his hand was itchy, and he couldn't help shrinking his hand, and his ears were still red.

He muttered: "...Then do you want it?"

Mu Zhan sat on the chair and Wen Mingyu stood. Under such a height gap, Mu Zhan could only look up at him, from bottom to top. In the past, even in such a weak position, Mu Zhan could remain strong and gain the upper hand, but this time it was different.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and held Wen Mingyu's hand beside his face again, his lips touching his fingertips as if he had nothing. Such a scene is inexplicably like a knight declaring his loyalty to his king and never betraying him.

Wen Mingyu always felt that the atmosphere had an indescribable taste, her body was stiff from tension, and she didn't know what Mu Zhan was going to do next.

But Mu Zhan just kissed his hand, then put it down, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Pinch your shoulders first, then sleep with me, okay?"

Wen Mingyu's body was over his head, and he nodded immediately. Like being bewitched.

Beauty is misleading!

However, he was misled willingly.

Your boyfriend, who you don't coax?

What Mu Zhan said, he just wanted to nod his head and say yes, and promise you everything.

So Wen Mingyu walked behind Mu Zhan and pinched his shoulders. Although he is not as skilled as a medical officer, he can still be regarded as a model. After all, he has helped the dean to press the shoulder before, and he has some experience. He knows where to relieve muscle soreness, and it will be much more comfortable after pressing.

After pressing for a long time, Mu Zhan said it was done, took his hand, pressed the person into his arms and sat down again, and squeezed his fingers smoothly, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Wen Mingyu felt a little bit . It's funny, just press your shoulders, where can you get tired.

However, Wen Mingyu still pursed the corners of her mouth, restrained her smile, and said deliberately, "Tired."

Mu Zhan really helped him squeeze his hand and knead slowly.

Wen Mingyu finally couldn't help it, lying on top of him with a smile, her shoulders trembled.

"We're too stupid. We can't stop after going back and forth. Haha."

Mu Zhan saw him laughing and crooked his body. He was about to fall to the side. Press and press back into his arms.

Mu Zhan's expression didn't change, only the eyes that looked at Wen Mingyu were more tender.

After squeezing each other's hands for a while, they went to take a nap together.

Wen Mingyu wasn't very sleepy, just slept with Mu Zhan for a while. He slipped into Mu Zhan's arms skillfully, raised his head and said, "I want to ask you a question."

Mu Zhan: "Ask."

Wen Mingyu blinked. He lowered his eyes and said, "What do you want?" After being

together, he just wanted to be with Mu Zhan all the time and wanted Mu Zhan to be happy. Not long after he came here, he learned about Mu Zhan's childhood experiences, and he was filled with fear and sympathy. At that time, he only wanted to leave the palace, but then his mood changed. When he thought of Mu Zhan's past, he could only feel distressed and pity. , I can't wait to go to the past and hold the little Mu Zhan in my arms, so as not to let him feel a little lonely and sad.

Mu Zhan was stunned when he heard this, because no one would ask him that. There has always been only what he should do and what he should not do, and what he thinks and what he likes is not important, and no one will care.

If someone asked, he would not be so touched.

But this is Wen Mingyu.

The dark and moist eyes looked at him extremely straightforwardly, just the thought of Wen Mingyu wanting him to be happy, without doing anything, already made him happy.

The corners of Mu Zhan's mouth could not be restrained, and he couldn't hide it at all.

He smiled and said, "I want to get married."

Wen Mingyu paused and hesitated, "This... except for this?"

Mu Zhan pursed his lips deliberately, showing a bit of disappointment, and said, "Intercourse."

Wen Mingyu blushed instantly, and coughed in shock. It's not that I can't talk about these things, it's just that when I heard such a direct word in broad daylight, it was Mu Zhan's sexy voice, and I couldn't control my mind and thought a lot.

Mu Zhan seemed to see it, smiled and changed some euphemistic words, "The love of fish and water, Wushan Yunyu, Dianluan and phoenix, wedding candles, can you want these?"

How much does he want!

Wen Mingyu's face turned even redder, not relieved at all because he seemed to use euphemisms.

Wen Mingyu pretended to be serious, "Apart from what I just said, what else?"

Mu Zhan said, "No more."

When he said that, he stared straight at Wen Mingyu, as if he was saying silently, what he wanted Only you, everything is enough with you.

Wen Mingyu felt that he was gone in an instant.

Mingming just wanted to ask Mu Zhan a question, how could he be beaten by himself.

Wen Mingyu lowered her head and buried it in Mu Zhan's arms, her voice lowered, obviously embarrassed, "...Sleep."

Mu Zhan couldn't help laughing and said, "Didn't you ask me what I want first? Just ask, don't give it to me?"

Of course Wen Mingyu could hear that he did it on purpose, so he couldn't help but opened his mouth and bit him, but the bite was not heavy, but Mu Zhan snorted, his body shrank, and he couldn't help bending. Lower back.

Wen Mingyu didn't expect him to react so much, so he quickly touched it twice. But it didn't work, it was true that Mu Zhan's eyes were redder.

He also felt the agitation of Mu Zhan's pheromone, and the smell of spirits became stronger. He thought that Mu Zhan was really in pain, so he quickly released his pheromone to comfort him, and even wanted to call the imperial doctor over.

But Mu Zhan tightened his hand and pressed the person into his arms, not letting him go.

Wen Mingyu felt that Mu Zhan put his chin on top of his head, and then there was a low sound of nothing.

He still wanted to say something, but he suddenly realized that the voice was too hoarse...

Wen Mingyu immediately became obedient and did not move, especially his two legs, he had never been so obedient before. He didn't sleep very peacefully before, and in the blink of an eye, he was like an octopus, holding Mu Zhan tightly with his hands, feet and feet.

Wen Mingyu slept with Mu Zhan for half an hour. The questions asked earlier were not answered, but Mu Zhan seemed to have found something and came to urge marriage from time to time.

At the beginning, Wen Mingyu would answer and wait, and then learn to ignore him later.

Mu Zhan would change the way, hide the problem in it, want to get married is true, and also want to tease Wen Mingyu.

During the meal, Mu Zhan served him vegetables.

"Do you want roast chicken?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want venison?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want a marriage?"

"Yes!"

Wen Mingyu answered with relish, and habitually replied. As soon as he raised his head, he met Mu Zhan's handsome smiling face, and he said slowly, "You agreed."

Wen Mingyu had a reckless but helpless expression on his face, "I take it back, it doesn't count."

Mu Zhan didn't care either, I picked up a piece of venison and ate it, and it seemed like it didn't matter if I asked tomorrow.

What can Wen Mingyu say? What kind of bad thoughts can a big beauty have? Just a small wish.

He glanced at Mu Zhan before continuing to eat. There was a piece of spareribs in the bowl, the gravy was rich, and the cooking was very tasty. After the meat was eaten, he couldn't help sucking on the bones for a while.

Mu Zhan's eyes stopped on him, watching him eat. Wen Mingyu nibbled happily for a while, felt her sight, looked up suspiciously, and licked her lips subconsciously.

Mu Zhan became more and more silent.

After a while, Wen Mingyu noticed something, put down the bones silently, and went to eat something else. Then, he inadvertently looked towards Mu Zhan, and saw that he just took a mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth, the white glutinous rice grains disappeared, the tip of the chopsticks pressed against the gap between his lips, and he took it out again, only a short two Seconds, but Wen Mingyu couldn't help looking at Mu Zhan's light-colored thin lips, and unconsciously remembered the soft touch, the feeling of kissing.

Wen Mingyu felt that something was wrong with him.

But then again, it's a matter of course that you'll be happy doing intimate things with someone you like. And like now, the two of them sit and eat together, chatting about meaningless daily conversations, and it is also very happy.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, feeling joy in her heart.

In the next two days, Wen Mingyu reconsidered and changed two words of the poem that he had made in his heart, read it several times, and changed it again, and finally he was satisfied. Then he found a time and wrote it down very carefully.

Every stroke and every painting is a seriousness that has never been seen before.

The handwriting is clear, the writing is vigorous, and the sincere and hot emotions are integrated into these lines of characters.

until the final draw.

Wen Mingyu let out a long sigh of relief, and the hand holding the pen was sweating nervously.

He put down the pen, waited for the ink to dry slowly, looked down at the rice paper, and read the poem silently in his heart. Then, stood quietly watching, not moving.

The words written on the paper were already beautiful, but he was still not satisfied and hesitated to rewrite it.

And just at this moment, Mu Zhan came over.

Wen Mingyu was thinking about things, and her reaction was a little slow. When the people approached, it was too late to hide, so she could only use her body to block it, trying to hide it.

"What can't I see?" Mu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wen Mingyu shook her head, "Nothing."

Mu Zhan pretended to sigh sadly.

Wen Mingyu was immediately embarrassed and struggled for a while, but after all, as Mu Zhan wished, he stepped aside and showed him.

"I wrote it for you. I wanted to wrap it up and give it to you more solemnly."