My eunuch An is a yandere

Chen Xu still couldn't resist Bai Liangchuan's repeated invitations and moved into the Earl's Mansion.

She chose the most remote small courtyard, refused to have anyone to serve her, and lived alone in it.

Despite her initial reservations, she later discovered that while Bai Liang Chuan was somewhat naive, liked to be approachable, and sometimes felt overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, he also knew how to act appropriately.

After the two of them had dinner together, if there was a topic, they would chat for a while. If not, they would go to bed separately. Bai Liangchuan would not suddenly come to her house late at night to drink and talk about life.

Soon, Chen Xu's face became visibly more rosy due to the full sense of security and the improved food.

When Bai Ningwei received this news, it was three days after Chen Xu entered the mansion.

It was a rare good day in late autumn, so Bai Ningwei asked Gualü to prepare hot water so that everyone in Lingqi Palace could take turns washing their hair today.

When An Jiu sneaked in, Bai Ningwei had just finished washing her hair. She was leaning against the window with her eyes closed, basking in the sun and drying her hair, and at the same time, she missed the shower room and hair dryer.

Afraid of scaring the unaware people, An Jiu cleared his throat.

Bai Ningwei recognized the voice, and just looked back to confirm who it was, then continued to lean back in the recliner without moving.

There was plenty of sunshine today, and she felt as if she was about to melt under the sun. She felt lazy and sleepy, and a little drowsy.

"That's strange. Didn't Li Xiaojiu always pass on messages during the day?"

"I'm going to be busy for a while, so I have to tell the queen in person."

Bai Ningwei didn't ask what he was busy with, but it was all confidential matters ordered by Xiao Duo. If it had anything to do with her, An Jiu would tell her.

He picked up a small ox horn comb and combed the woman's long black hair one by one, enjoying this rare intimacy and not wanting to speak for a while.

"You've come at the right time. There's a stack of papers on the table. Go take a look and see if you like it."

An Jiu hadn't expected Bai Ningwei to give him something, so he put down his comb and looked. He saw a stack of paper on the table covered with drawings of various crows. With just a few strokes, the crows looked mighty and majestic.

An Jiu touched the draft, his heart surging with excitement. He was flattered that the Empress was willing to take the trouble to draw these for him. Moreover, the Empress's painting skills at this time were already showing signs of future perfection.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"I like it. I like it very much."

An Jiu said this as he carefully put the drawing into his arms, thinking about finding a few embroiderers when he got home to see if they could embroider a complete set of patterns for him in one night.

"As long as you like it. I remember your hard work, but I don't have much to reward you with. As long as you like it, that's all."

Bai Ningwei was still curled up in the recliner. After a few words, she was too sleepy to open her eyes. She mumbled some routine words and then fell into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, feeling as comfortable as a cat.

Although she emphasized that her drawings were a reward for his work, she herself did not realize that from the very beginning, she had already regarded Anjiu as her own.

She never called herself "this Queen" in front of him, and was much more casual in her interactions with him. She stood or lay down casually, without any sense of caution or precaution, nor did she maintain the dignity of a superior.

When it comes to rewards, a little gold or silver, a few compliments from a superior is considered a reward. But she's not the one who puts so much thought and thought into it. Isn't this just pampering Anjiu like she's her own?

An Jiu's mind is different from that of ordinary people. If Bai Ningwei is a little nice to him, he can imagine a love-hate entanglement of ten thousand words. Now that she is really nice to him, what can he imagine? We will skip it here for now.

Because he got right to it.

Anjiu put away the drawing, walked to the recliner and half-knelt down.

Bai Ningwei seemed to have noticed something and opened her eyelids with difficulty, but when she saw it was him, she closed them again.

In a daze, she felt Anjiu picking up her wrist, and suddenly she felt a soft and warm touch on the back of his hand.

It was a familiar feeling, but now she just wanted to doze off. Her mind was like a pool of mush, and she couldn't think of anything. Since it wasn't someone else, she just let the sleepiness envelop her and let her sleep even deeper.

Anjiu gently rested his head on her side, held her soft hand, and spoke softly.

"I know that the Queen also has me in her heart."

Bai Ningwei felt uncomfortable being pressed and unconsciously pulled her hand away.

Anjiu stood up with the help of this tiny force and looked up, and saw that she was now as obedient as a baby and sleeping soundly.

This was the first time he could look at his beloved so clearly and directly.

Unlike at night, the clear view allowed him to see the woman's delicate, white jade-like chin. The sunlight filtered through the fine hairs on Bai Ningwei's face, adding a soft glow to her, making her appear particularly lovely. Her distinct eyelashes tickled Anjiu's heart, fueling his eagerness.

His gaze moved inch by inch, finally landing on that touch of bright red.

Bai Ningwei pays attention to skin care. In the dry autumn, she has the habit of applying lip balm.

The traditional lip balm recipe is beeswax and lard. Rose essential oil has a slightly reddish hue and is extremely nourishing when applied to the lips, making them appear moisturized and rosy.

Desire drove Anjiu to stand up straight and gently kiss the place that made him dream.

It was a softness that he had never recognized before, so soft that his brain went blank in an instant, and he lingered in this softness and couldn't come back to his senses, even forgetting to breathe.

It was not until he could hold it in any longer that An Jiu suddenly woke up and realized that he had succeeded.

Just like once you have tasted the marrow, some things are innate. An Jiu suppressed his pounding heart and gave another kiss.

He gently fell down, feeling the wonderful touch of skin, An Jiu controlled his breathing, not daring to disturb the beauty in her dream. But seeing that she was sleeping so unconsciously, he couldn't help but want to suck her.

He veers back and forth between caution and audacity.

First the red lips, then the tip of the nose, and then the forehead. Each touch was filled with his piety and obsession.

Once you get the stamp, you are mine. No cheating allowed.

After all, you know what I am thinking, so how can you sleep peacefully in front of me?

When she walked in with her hair still wet, she saw An Jiu lying in front of Bai Ningwei's face. Because it was from behind, she couldn't see what An Jiu was doing, but the distance was too close.

Gualv covered his mouth in surprise, and the comb in his hand fell down.

A soft sound, like thunder, blew Anjiu away and he stood up quickly. Seeing that the person coming was green, he lost his panic and actually raised his index finger to his lips, asking her to keep quiet.

Gualü felt deeply provoked, but he could only watch Anjiu take off the black cloak and put it on the empress, then jump out of the window and leave as if he knew the way.

The chest with green energy was heaving. This man was really bold. I don’t know how many times he had sneaked in like this.

Gualv walked quickly to Bai Ningwei's side, looked around carefully, and felt relieved when he found nothing wrong.

But she had just seen An Jiutie being so close to the Empress, so what on earth did he do?

Thinking about Fu Zi who was still invisible in the side hall, Gua Lu had a hunch that An Jiu hadn't been holding it in well. When the empress woke up, she would definitely complain.