Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Cheng Yan came out after washing up, but Lü Qiao had already left.

The house was brightly lit, and the wind rustled the branches outside. In the courtyard, old women and maids were busy taking down the lanterns hanging there to prevent them from getting wet in the upcoming rain.

The wind seemed to carry the noisy sounds of the city streets.

Qin Yizhen, wearing Cheng Yan's robe, sat on the couch by the window, letting her hair dry. She was also holding a wine cup in her hand, drinking. After finishing one cup, she pursed her lips, seemingly finding the taste good, and poured herself a second cup.

Cheng Yan sat down behind her and then took her hand that was holding the wine glass.

He was very hot, and when he pressed close to her, his heat radiated over her. Qin Yizhen seemed to be burned by him and shivered, almost spilling her drink.

Cheng Yan kissed her earlobe from behind, and when he noticed her tremble again, he took the wine glass from her hand, swirled it slightly, and took a sip.

Qin Yizhen's face flushed red, and she said somewhat flusteredly, "This...this is what I used."

"It's alright, I can use your bathwater, so why can't I use your wine glass?"

"Bathing...bathwater?" Qin Yizhen felt like she'd been struck by lightning, completely stunned. "You...you can't ask someone to change it?"

It's not like there wasn't hot water for his bath in the kitchen; he could have just asked someone to change it. Why use the water she used?

Qin Yizhen felt that the places where she had washed with the bathwater were still hot, and her heart was also burning.

"It's been too long." Cheng Yan murmured softly beside her. He was inside, and hearing her gentle voice, he couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly washed himself in the bathwater that hadn't been changed yet.

Qin Yizhen covered her face: "That...that's so dirty..."

"Where's it dirty?" Cheng Yan didn't think anywhere was dirty. "Where on your body haven't I kissed? How come the water you used to wash..."

Qin Yizhen quickly covered his mouth: "Shut up!"

Imagine how cold and serious he is in public, how his cold face makes the hearts of those around him tremble, yet he secretly enjoys saying such frivolous things.

If someone were to hear this, they would be terrified.

Cheng Yan kissed her palm, and she seemed to be burned, blushing as she withdrew her hand, and couldn't help but remind him, "You can say these things to me, but don't say them outside."

Cheng Yan swirled the remaining half-glass of wine, then drank it down in one gulp. He then leaned down and kissed her, slowly transferring the wine from his mouth to hers.

Qin Yizhen was no match for him. She couldn't stop the wine he poured over her and could only swallow it little by little. Because he was kissing her, her breathing became unsteady, and she swallowed with some effort, causing her slender white neck to rise and fall slightly.

Cheng Yan looked on with envy, lowered his head and kissed her cheeks all the way down to her neck.

He seemed to have a particular fondness for kissing her base of skin, the corners of her lips, her neck, and her back.

When he kissed the corner of her lips, it was just a light, gentle kiss, a fleeting touch. But when he kissed her neck, that was when he became passionate, showering her with delicate kisses until her whole body felt hot.

Soon after, Qin Yizhen felt her body getting hot. Strangely, she felt that it was hotter than usual, as if a heat was gradually seeping into her body.

Growing up in the palace, she remained a gentle and kind person, untouched by the darkness and corruption. This was due not only to the protection of her parents and elders and the care of those around her, but also to her own vigilance.

Sensing something was wrong, she snapped out of her daze from the kiss and reached out to push him away.

Cheng Yan was a little annoyed by her push, and bit her as if to punish her.

Qin Yizhen let out a muffled groan, tears welling up in her eyes.

But she still reached out to push him away, refusing to let him kiss her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his hand on her waist, his voice muffled. "Did my kiss make you uncomfortable?"

Qin Yizhen shook her head repeatedly.

"Does that mean you don't want me to kiss you?"

Qin Yizhen shook her head again. Although she sometimes felt that he was a bit unrestrained, she would not refuse to be close to him if they were not in public.

"I...I feel something's wrong?" She clutched her chest, her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of unease on her flushed face.

Cheng Yan reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, asking gently, "Is something wrong?"

"hot......"

"Hot?" Cheng Yan thought to himself, "I'm hot too, it's hot everywhere." But seeing her frowning uneasily, he looked at the wine pot beside her, kissed her, and asked, "How many cups have you had?"

"Huh?" Qin Yizhen was still a little dazed.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Hmm...two cups...what's wrong?"

Could there possibly be something wrong with this wine?

You should know that the food delivered to her is basically inspected, especially since it's in her own home, there's no way there could be a problem with the food delivered to her.

She had just found the wine to be sweet and delicious, so she drank two more glasses.

"This is acacia wine."

"He...Hehuan?" Qin Yizhen looked at him with watery eyes, somewhat bewildered.

This wine is quite famous; newlyweds often prepare a cup for their wedding night. Drinking this wine makes their intimate moments even more harmonious, and Qin Yizhen had naturally heard of it.

I just didn't expect the wine to be delivered to her.

Perhaps because she was too young when she got married, although they slept in the same bed on their wedding night, they slept separately and she still can't remember needing to drink these things.

Qin Yizhen suddenly felt even hotter and a little flustered. Her slender white fingers gripped his sleeve tightly, and she asked him in a flustered manner, "Then... what should we do?"

How to do?

How can this be done?

Cheng Yan gazed quietly at her clean, fair face under the lamplight, reached out to touch her almost dry hair, and kissed it: "In that case, your husband can only humble himself and help my wife sober up..."

He spoke in a low voice, his hot breath brushing against her ear, making her feel as if the warmth in her heart was on fire, burning little by little.

She bit her lip slightly, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in her voice: "How did I wrong you? If you feel wronged, then don't touch me... Ouch—"

She had barely finished speaking when he bit her again, making her gasp.

Cheng Yan was a little angry: "If you won't let me touch you, then who do you want to touch you? Xie Zhan?"

"You...don't talk nonsense." Qin Yizhen felt that he was being unreasonable.

“I’ve already told you, I wasn’t familiar with him before, and I haven’t seen him since I married you. You still…you still talk about him.”

That's not how you treat vinegar! How unlucky and wronged that person is!