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The birthmark on Lou Jinhuan's stomach is very special, she doesn't realize it herself, and she doesn't deliberately look at it. To her, it's just a birthmark, nothing more.

However, to Yan Ruqing, it was like some kind of switch.

People who eat marrow and taste can see everything fresh, and they can't put it down even more for this birthmark.

Lou Jinhuan was very puzzled, not understanding why he liked it so much.

Being tossed hard, she pinched Yan Ruqing's mouth and said, "Next time we touch each other, I'll get rid of this place."

Yan Ruqing admitted her mistake with a good attitude, but she dared to do it next time.

……

On this day, Yan Ruqing was approving the memorial in the Imperial Study Room, and he wanted to drag Lou Jinhuan together to live and die.

Lou Jinhuan was drowsy leaning on the chair, leaning on the armrest, propping his head on one hand, yawned, and slowly closed his eyes.

The scarlet sleeves slipped off, revealing a section of snow-white forearm.

Yan Ruqing frowned, put down the memorial in her hand, turned her head to look at Lou Jinhuan, just in time to see his "masterpiece".

Where Lou Jinhuan couldn't see, Yan Ruqing's eyes gradually darkened.

The spring day is slightly drunk, the afternoon sun is warm just right, and the person who falls on the person who is baked is drowsy and drowsy.

Lou Jinhuan allowed her consciousness to sink little by little, and when she was about to fall asleep, a fiery big hand suddenly pulled her out.

Lou Jinhuan: "?"

She opened her eyes in confusion, and saw Yan Ruqing standing up at some point, with one arm around her waist and one hand resting on the crook of her leg.

Lou Jinhuan wrapped her arms around his neck subconsciously, her voice hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Yan Ruqing smiled and picked her up vigorously.

Lou Jinhuan was sleepy, her mind was a mess, she didn't react suddenly until she was placed on the cool table.

Lou Jinhuan turned his head and glanced outside, the sky was bright outside.

She raised her hand to pinch Yan Ruqing's lips, and said in a low voice, "Is this the only thing on your mind?"

Yan Ruqing grabbed her hand and kissed it, and swept away everything on the table with the other hand.

The table case is very spacious, and it is not a problem for two people to lie down.

Yan Ruqing has practiced martial arts all year round, her muscles are strong, her arms are tight and smooth, Lou Jinhuan couldn't help pinching them.

Yan Ruqing's eyes turned hard, and she tied her hands with ribbons and pressed them on top of her head.

Lou Jin moved happily, "You really look like a lunatic."

"Heh, there are even crazier ones." Yan Ruqing glanced out of the corner of her eye, saw the pen he had written red, and picked it up.

Lou Jinhuan: "?"

"what are you going to do?"

"You'll know in a while, don't move."

Yan Ruqing patted her lightly, and looked at her for a while while writing.

The cool touch fell on the skin, and Lou Jinhuan couldn't help shaking. She lowered her eyes and saw Yan Ruqing painting with concentration.

"All right."

Yan Ruqing looked at it for a moment, put away the pen in satisfaction, and looked at her masterpiece, "It's so beautiful, I enjoy it, do you want to see it?"

Lou Jinhuan asked casually, "What do I think?"

Yan Ruqing picked her up and walked indoors. There was a resting side hall behind the imperial study room, which had all kinds of toiletries and a round bronze mirror in the corner.

The moment Lou Jinhuan saw the bronze mirror, she understood what Yan Ruqing meant. She stared closely at the bronze mirror, and two overlapping figures slowly appeared inside.

"Look, does it match your birthmark?"

Yan Ruqing put Lou Jinhuan down, let her bare feet step on his brocade boots, he hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, rubbing his intimate ears.

This scene was honestly reflected by the bronze mirror, and Lou Jin's heart went numb for a moment, and his eyes moved down. On a red peony was her birthmark of a butterfly that was about to fly.

"Only the peony is truly national, and it is worthy of this lingering butterfly."

Lou Jinhuan moved his fingertips slightly, and suddenly understood why this guy kissed this birthmark every time.

Really tempting.

Since he likes it, then forcefully stay.