Chapter 292: 292: Master, can your disciple commit the act of betraying the master and destroying the ancestry tonight?

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Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Master, can your disciple commit the act of betraying the master and destroying the ancestry tonight? Zhan Lan saw Mu Yan’s gaze fall upon her lips, and she finally understood what he meant. Mu Yan lightly furrowed his brows at her, “Miss Zhan hasn’t forgotten, has she? You said if I helped you find it...” “I remember!” Zhan Lan covered his mouth. She had said that if Mu Yan helped her find the Yu Jinchan, she would kiss him. Mu Yan held her hand, looking at the cheeks that were gradually turning red. Standing face to face, a few breaths later, Zhan Lan finally stood on her tiptoes, slightly closed her eyes, and leaned in to kiss Mu Yan’s lips. The touch was wrong—Zhan Lan opened her eyes to find she had kissed the palm of Mu Yan’s hand. Mu Yan saw her death-defying demeanor and couldn’t help laughing, “Lan’er, you’re acting like you’re fulfilling some mission.” Zhan Lan looked into his teasing eyes. Her waist was pulled close by his arm, their bodies pressed together, and Mu Yan was instantly bewitched by the faint scent of her body after her bath. He lowered his head and planted a kiss in the hollow of Zhan Lan’s neck, causing her entire body to soften. Mu Yan, nibbling on her earlobe, spoke intermittently, “Master... such amorous matters are best left to your disciple!” Zhan Lan kept dodging his intimate whispers and lost her footing, ending up sitting on the bed. Mu Yan took the opportunity to grasp her wrists, lying against her and pressing her down onto the bed. On the soft bedding, Zhan Lan was completely restricted by him, and Mu Yan’s eyes gradually turned passionate. His kisses descended from her neck, to her collarbone and downward, until Mu Yan suddenly caught sight of a pale moon-colored orchid bellyband on the bed. His gaze rested on the area around Zhan Lan’s heart, his ears instantly turning red, he averted his eyes. Her exquisite figure was pressed entirely against his body. The softness beneath him made his ears flush red; he continued to kiss down through the thin gauze, Zhan Lan’s fingers entwined in his hair. “Mu Yan...” Not until he felt Zhan Lan’s body tremble ever so slightly did he bury his head into her waist, his breathing becoming rapid. Zhan Lan tried to sit up, but Mu Yan looked up at her flushed cheeks with longing in his eyes. Their gazes locked, Mu Yan’s hand swept through her jasmine-scented hair, and he bent down to kiss her lips. The two heated bodies were pressed together, Mu Yan’s kisses were fervent yet restrained. Zhan Lan felt as if she was floating in the clouds, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his sturdy back. Mu Yan, encouraged by her response, kissed her more boldly, prying her lips open and deepening the kiss. Zhan Lan’s body heated up, her collarbone turning a shade of pink, at a loss, she kissed and responded to him. Mu Yan kissed up to her ear and asked in a hoarse voice tinged with restraint, “Master, can your disciple commit the act of disrespecting his teacher tonight?” The warm breath at Zhan Lan’s ear sent a tingling sensation through her, lighting her up with a trembling disarray. She gasped, “Mu Yan, Mu Yan...” She even felt something pressing against her lower abdomen. Zhan Lan’s cheeks flushed, her body starting to tremble. Lust was evident in Mu Yan’s eyes, and his voice, restrained and withholding, reached Zhan Lan’s ears, “Are you scared?” Zhan Lan covered Mu Yan’s eyes with her hand. Mu Yan felt her trembling body, and with great effort suppressed the urge inside him, softly saying, “Don’t be afraid...” He gently removed Zhan Lan’s hand and kissed her forehead tenderly, quietly speaking, “Go to sleep...” Zhan Lan, too embarrassed to look at him, averted her gaze only to catch sight of the bellyband at the corner of the bed. With cheeks aflame, she quickly grabbed it and tucked it beneath the covers. Mu Yan got up from her, chuckled as he watched her, and left through the window. Only after hearing the sound of the window closing did Zhan Lan poke her head out from the covers. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing quickened, she was emotionally stirred. It was as if she was spellbound, desiring yet fearing Mu Yan’s intimate touch. Zhan Lan forcefully patted her head; she couldn’t recall the last time she was this nervous. She turned over and got out of bed, drank a few sips of water, then lay back under the covers. Zhan Lan stared at the ceiling, thinking: She was so embarrassed just now, Mu Yan must be laughing at her! Mu Yan, having left Zhan Lan’s boudoir, was not much better off. He returned to his quarters, shed his clothes, and immediately entered the hot spring. It seemed like he was on the brink of losing control over his desires. This feeling was stronger than ever before. He leaned against the hot spring, his slender hand lightly resting on the edge, he tilted his head back, eyes closed, his adam’s apple bobbing. Clear water droplets traced a path down his throat and over his pectoral muscles. Originally, he just wanted to tease Zhan Lan, intending to have a chat with her. But he didn’t expect to be overpowered by desire, struggling to control himself. It was only after a while that he managed to suppress the urges within him and got dressed to leave. “Master, you haven’t gone to bed yet?” Vermilion Bird was somewhat surprised to see Mu Yan’s pacing silhouette under the candlelight. He clearly saw his master had gone to see Madam; when did he come back? Mu Yan spoke softly, “No.” Vermilion Bird nodded and said, “Master, you should rest early.” It suddenly occurred to Mu Yan, and he asked with a cold voice at the door, “You haven’t been giving me any tonic food recently, have you?” Vermilion Bird clutched his chest and said, “Master, I swear on my conscience, I have been seeing Yu Jinchan recently, I really haven’t!” Mu Yan sighed, suddenly recalling Pharmacist Qi Lin’s words that a young man needs to maintain balance between yin and yang. His ears turned red instantly, he looked at Vermilion Bird with a grave voice, “Since you’re back, start with the tonic food again from tomorrow, don’t stop...” Vermilion Bird looked at Mu Yan closing the door with a tsundere expression and stood there as if struck by lightning. Ah! So, this issue can’t be avoided, can it? If he continues to tonify like this, even his iron body can’t take it! Where’s his erotic picture? The erotic picture isn’t effective, huh? Wait until he brings out the big guns! After all, he’s single. But, with a great beauty like Madam by the master’s side, let’s see how you handle it! With that thought, Vermilion Bird immediately curved his lips into a smile, let’s see who wins! ... In the middle of the night, Zhan Lan awoke with a heavy heart. She lit a candle, and to her surprise, the light was also quickly ignited in the room across, where Mu Yan was. Both standing by their windows, their eyes met, and thinking about the incident that happened two hours ago, Zhan Lan lowered her head, while Mu Yan shifted his gaze away. Both felt a scorching sensation in their chests. It wasn’t long before Mu Yan came to Zhan Lan’s boudoir. Zhan Lan pretended as if nothing had happened and calmly looked at Mu Yan, “Are you here for something?” Mu Yan nodded, “Lan’er, your true identity will be exposed soon, and the stubborn old men at the Imperial Censorate might use this to impeach.” Zhan Lan smiled and said, “Thanks for the heads-up. I won’t take a leave today; I’ll go to the palace.” This was how Zhan Lan was; once she started talking about serious matters, she became utterly earnest and proper. “Do you have a plan in place?” Mu Yan asked. Zhan Lan confidently said, “Yes, I’ve thought this through since the day I returned to Ding’an City. Tomorrow is Si Yao’s royal marriage, right?” Mu Yan nodded slightly, and Zhan Lan stated, “Then that’s good.” “I’m here. If you need my help, just look at me,” Mu Yan said confidently and contently as he looked at her. Zhan Lan beamed a brilliant smile, “Okay!” Mu Yan noticed the kiss mark on Zhan Lan’s neckline; he cleared his throat softly, his gaze burning with intensity and seriousness as he looked at Zhan Lan.

Chapter 292: 292: Master, can your disciple commit the act of betraying the master and destroying the ancestry tonight?

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