They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 153 Let's get exciting next time!

"I think our master is much more charming now than before. Why doesn't she even look at us anymore?"

"You're comparable to Sima Zhufu, you're comparable to Xiaoyun'er, and I've heard that Zhuzi's first time was with..."

Mo Baiyun, who had returned from arranging some business, suddenly appeared behind them.

With a sly smile that hinted at something dangerous, she whispered, "With whom, my brothers?"

They listened to the cheerful and clear male voice, then mechanically turned their heads to look at Mo Baiyun.

They were quite afraid of him; after all, anyone with eyes could see that.

Wu Ziyan treated him differently, both before and now.

"Little Yun'er, we thought you weren't here today, so we'll be going now."

The group of men, drenched in sweat, quickly slipped away from the shadows.

Mo Baiyun stared at the two entangled figures, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart, but he shouldn't have any unrealistic fantasies.

He prepared the contraceptive soup as usual, knowing that Wu Ziyan would not let Sima Lingchuan drink it.

He had put a lot of effort into preparing this medicine for her, making sure it wouldn't harm her body.

They whispered sweet nothings as they entered the room and quickly closed the door.

Both of them were still breathing heavily, and Sima Lingchuan's hand was on Wu Ziyan's back, rubbing it up and down.

But it is also very gentle, like soft fingers stroking skin with bristling hairs.

That tingling sensation went straight to the top of my head.

"Ziyan, Ziyan."

He whispered her name in her ear, his nose brushing against her earlobe.

When both of their faces turned crimson, Wu Ziyan sensed a change in Sima Lingchuan.

It seems to have become more interesting, and I can't help but be curious.

Even in this atmosphere, I still want to ask where they learned these intimate gestures?

And he did it perfectly; she was now completely weak and her eyes were glazed over.

"Lingchuan, where did you learn all this?"

"Ziyan, did you notice? This...this is from the room drawing that Yue Rong gave me..."

He still seemed a little embarrassed when he said it, perhaps because he was afraid that Wu Ziyan would find him disgusting for watching that kind of thing.

All she could think about now was that Fang Yuerong would give Sima Lingchuan something like this.

He's still an unmarried man, doing these things every day, isn't that a bit inappropriate?

"Do you like it, Ziyan?"

"I love it, I love it so much, kiss me!"

Their lips met and intertwined, Wu Ziyan's hands around his neck.

The tongue gradually took over the opponent's territory until Sima Lingchuan was completely defeated.

However, his hands were still tightly wrapped around Wu Ziyan's waist.

His eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his face.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other, without saying a word, and then shared another deep kiss.

When they parted, there were still silver threads in their hair, their eyes were bright, and they seemed to still have lingering feelings.

They were deeply in love, and she gently pushed Sima Lingchuan with her hand. He retreated step by step until he finally sat on the bed.

Wu Ziyan sat on Sima Lingchuan's lap, facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

She cradled his face in her hands: "I wonder if this... is written in the room illustration?"

"Like this...like this it will be very deep."

He spoke almost entirely in a whisper, a mixture of shame and longing; he was contradicting himself.

Mo Baiyun always managed to knock on the door at the perfect time, and Wu Ziyan had gotten used to it.

But Mo Baiyun was still an unmarried man, and it was impossible to let him in and see this spring scene.

Sima Lingchuan's whole body was flushed and burning hot, and he almost forgot that he was supposed to take his medicine.

But he knew that Wu Ziyan wouldn't let him drink it.

"Little Yun'er, shall we bring the contraceptive soup?"

"Yes, Master." His voice was still clear and crisp, but it carried a hint of other emotions.

Okay, after a while there was no movement, Wu Ziyan had already covered Sima Lingchuan with a blanket.

She casually wrapped herself in her clothes, but the thin fabric still revealed her graceful figure, and glimpses of her cleavage were faintly visible.

"Enter."

At that moment, Mo Baiyun pushed open the door and placed a bowl of herbal medicine on the table.

He glanced up once, then wisely withdrew.

Wu Ziyan picked up the bowl. She was willing to drink the medicine, after all, she couldn't have a child at this critical juncture.

It should have a slightly bitter taste, and next to the tray where the medicine was placed was a refreshing candied fruit.

For a moment, she felt a mix of emotions, sensing that Xiao Yun'er treated her differently.

Could the one with 100% affection be Xiaoyun'er?

Which memory fragment is missing? Does she and he have some unspeakable past?

She had never heard of this in the manor, and now, upon careful recollection, she realized that she hadn't actually felt comfortable that night with Sima Lingchuan.

There was even some pain, which gradually subsided later.

If you frequently linger among men, will it still hurt?

They should be able to come and go as they please, why would they have that feeling?

Thinking too much in a short time caused my once passionate heart to slowly cool down.

Sima Lingchuan was still waiting for her under the covers.

Seeing her standing there lost in thought, I assumed the medicine was too bitter.

She started blaming herself again: "Ziyan, please prepare medicine for me next time. I can't bear to see you suffer."

"It's alright, Lingchuan, don't overthink it."

He turned his head and smiled again, but the smile seemed somewhat fake.

He was no longer as enthusiastic as before. Sima Lingchuan was extremely sensitive and could detect even the slightest change in Wu Ziyan's emotions.

After Wu Ziyan fell asleep, he rolled onto him, though he was burning with desire.

But he was also unwilling to do anything unpleasant with Wu Ziyan.

Sima Lingchuan's eyes darted around, wanting something but not saying it aloud.

And she really wasn't in a high mood right now. Sure enough, when you're preparing for something like this, you should never be interrupted.

"Ziyan, you're tired, you should go to sleep early."

"Lingchuan...I..."

"It's okay, I understand."

But Wu Ziyan's hands were restless under the covers, slowly groping around.

Then her hand lingered between his thighs, gently stroking him. Sima Lingchuan was startled. What was she doing?

"set!"

This single word encapsulates the essence of the matter, and it truly brings him comfort, or rather, a unique kind of comfort.

However, while Wu Ziyan was making his move, he was thinking about other things until he heard Sima Lingchuan let out a muffled groan.

He seemed to be suppressing his pleasure without making a sound, perhaps because he felt ashamed.

Then he trembled a few times and stared tenderly at Wu Ziyan's profile.

Wu Ziyan teased him, "What about this? Is there any writing on the art of the bedroom?"

"No."

“Then I’ll write it in next time. After all, this skill can also help me understand the pain of unrequited love.”

"Ziyan, I..." He didn't dare to look at her at all.

Wu Ziyan rubbed his aching wrist, a beautiful smile appearing on his lips.

"Next time I'll take you to do something even more exciting, the kind that doesn't require you to drink contraceptive soup."

His heart was racing; he felt a little embarrassed, but also a little expectant.

She kissed his forehead; she really needed to sleep, after all, she had to go see Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou tomorrow.