Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 298 Mu Yan, Have You Gone Mad......

Zhan Lan was so mesmerized by his kiss that she tried to push him away, for Xiao Luobai was just outside the window.

Mu Yan pinned her down on the desk, one hand around her waist, the other pressing her hand, and kissed her lips again.

Zhan Lan pushed him forcefully, and Mu Yan’s loose white robe unexpectedly opened.

His sharp facial features, with the jaw slightly lifted, and his dark, deep ice-like eyes carried a wild and unrestrained air.

Beneath his Adam’s apple were clearly defined pectoral and abdominal muscles, disheveled black hair, and his white robe gave him a celestial yet demonic appearance.

Zhan Lan’s heart raced, and her cheeks flushed. Suddenly, Mu Yan had swept her into his arms, her cheek pressed against his fiercely beating heart.

In a fluster, Zhan Lan said to the window, "Young Master, I’m not quite available to receive visitors today... You go first, let’s meet another day."

Xiao Luobai, standing outside the door, heard the sounds within. He likely guessed what was happening inside. Clutching the bunch of purple flowers he had picked for Zhan Lan, he left in dejection.

Once Mu Yan sensed that the person had left, he walked to the bed, pressed down, and kissed her cherry lips.

Zhan Lan caught a glimpse of him, nearly bare on the upper body; his Adam’s apple, collarbone, pectorals, abs, and broad shoulders narrow waist were right in front of her. She closed her eyes to avoid looking at Mu Yan.

"Mu Yan, have you lost your mind..." she breathed.

Mu Yan, his cheeks flushed, kissed her ear and said, "I’ve lost my mind..." freewebnøvel.com

Today, upon his return, he had seen Xiao Luobai pacing back and forth below Zhan Lan’s building with a bunch of flowers in hand.

He had been waiting for Zhan Lan all this time, waiting until the flowers nearly withered.

Zhan Lan heard the hostility he bore towards the Young Master; he was jealous.

So, between gasps, she told Mu Yan, "He’s just a brother, Mu Yan... How could there be anything between him and me! You’re drunk, I won’t take it to heart!"

The corners of Mu Yan’s eyes reddened as he gazed at Zhan Lan, pulling her hand to his chest. Guiding her hand along his abs and waist, she was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear.

"I have only you, Lan’er..." The mole at the corner of Mu Yan’s eye was bewitchingly alluring like a fox spirit.

All that remained were the sounds of their heartbeats; Mu Yan’s hand reached to her collar, prying it open.

His fingers gently traced down her neck, over the collarbone, causing Zhan Lan reflexively clench her hand, her nails digging into her palm, blood roiling through her body, heat steaming up, her body ignited bit by bit by his touch.

Mu Yan’s lips gradually outlined her body’s contours; she could almost feel the shape of his lips, a tantalizing tingle roaming over her.

With one hand, Mu Yan loosened her belt, setting her free.

His kisses slowly trailed down from her collarbone, Zhan Lan’s fingers weaving through his raven hair, wrapped around her hand.

Mu Yan’s kisses landed, Zhan Lan arched her body, her eyes misty and lost, her lips parted enticingly, her slender neck thrown back.

Mu Yan ignited fires all over her body, each surge of his touches like waves crashing over her repeatedly, painting her skin with a rosy flush.

He pressed his body against Zhan Lan, his hand lifting her skirt, his hoarse voice thick with desire by her ear, "Are you afraid it will hurt?"

He lifted his eyes to see Zhan Lan’s flushed cheeks and dazed look, their eyes meeting and exchanging glances, Mu Yan’s gaze burning intensely as though it could engulf her bit by bit.

Realizing what he meant, Zhan Lan’s eyes brimmed with mist, her hand pressed against his beneath her skirt.

Mu Yan saw the nervousness and shame in her eyes and suddenly remembered they were not yet married.

Mu Yan withdrew his hand, let her skirt fall, and caressed her lips, his voice strained with restraint, "Sorry, it seems humans also have the desires of beasts..."

He felt the breath and slightly trembling body of Zhan Lan beneath him as he straightened her clothes before turning to lie beside her.

Mu Yan closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple moving as it took him a long while to calm the restlessness inside him.

Zhan Lan’s mind finally cleared, and she said with shame, "When we..."

Before Zhan Lan could finish, Mu Yan interlocked his fingers with hers, his words laced with inebriation, "Okay."

Although he knew Zhan Lan had important matters to attend to, which is why she met with another man, he still couldn’t control his jealousy, wanting to possess her completely.

Zhan Lan asked him to wait, so he waited.

"Do you want some sobering soup?" Zhan Lan asked, her cheeks flushed as she sat up and tied her belt.

Mu Yan wrapped one arm around her waist from behind and pressed his chin on the back of her neck, saying, "No need..."

Zhan Lan turned to look at him, her eyes still carrying a trace of lust, and said, "Be good."

Mu Yan felt like a child who had done wrong, suddenly realizing it wasn’t right to bully Zhan Lan by taking advantage of his drunkenness and jealousy.

He averted his eyes, unable to look at her.

Zhan Lan touched his hot cheek, saying, "You didn’t sleep well last night, and you drank so much today, go to sleep."

Mu Yan’s eyes flickered; Zhan Lan was going to stay with him overnight.

Mu Yan pulled her into his arms and said from behind as they lay on the bed, "I want to sleep with you."

"You..." Zhan Lan felt his warm breath on her neck.

With a drunken tone, Mu Yan said, "So sleepy... Didn’t you feel tired getting up in the middle of the night?"

While speaking, Mu Yan let the curtain fall.

Lying in the soft bedding, Zhan Lan felt her body go limp and her head dizzy; she fell asleep in Mu Yan’s embrace shortly after.

Listening to her steady breathing, Mu Yan propped his cheek with one hand and gazed at her sleeping face, his eyes brimming with endless mirth, spreading like jewels casting radiant halos of light.

After watching for a long time, Mu Yan closed his clothes and snuggled up behind Zhan Lan, also drifting into dreamland.

In the dead of night, Vermilion Bird woke up and noticed that the door he left for his Master was still slightly ajar. He skeptically glanced towards Zhan Lan’s room.

Inside the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

With a raised eyebrow, Vermilion Bird thought, ah, that Young Master is still too green, only knowing to present his beloved girl with flowers and serenades. How can one captivate a girl’s heart this way!

Look at their Family Head’s art of seduction: several empty liquor jars, a jar of peach blossom brew, a body clothed in light gauzy white garments, plus a handsome face and a physique that ignites wild thoughts—truly, the Master had Madam wrapped around his finger.

Did the two embrace amidst a blazing passion as they slept?

Vermilion Bird then mused: Why hasn’t the Master returned? Both the Master and Madam haven’t left that room from day to night; they must be exhausted!

Understandable, after all, the Master is in the prime of life, and Madam is so beautiful; unless one is Yue Lao, they probably would find it difficult to leave that room.

The pair must have been locked in each other’s embrace all day and night; the Master might only return tomorrow morning.

The astute Vermilion Bird locked the door from the outside, it seems tonight there was no need to leave the door open for the Master.