Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 72 - Kiss Her

Zhan Lan had never expected Mu Yan to choose her!

She had thought that Tuoba Hong had a peculiar fetish, which involved torturing slaves with physical anomalies, like mute women.

Little did she expect Mu Yan to disrupt her plans.

Tuoba Hong laughed heartily, “Sir has good taste indeed! This lady only arrived today; I had said I would keep her for my own pleasure. Since Sir likes her, I will give her to you!”

A trace of murderous intent, almost imperceptible, flashed in Mu Yan’s eyes upon hearing Tuoba Hong speak about “enjoyment.”

Zhan Lan, this daredevil, actually dared to infiltrate Tuoba Hong’s tent, truly ignorant of life and death!

Tuoba Hong bellowed, “Hey, beauty in the purple dress, come here and attend to the Sir!”

Western Rong women were generally tall, and as Zhan Lan stood up, her height seemed no different from that of Western Rong women.

Because she was a striking beauty, she did not arouse suspicion from others.

Beneath her veil, her captivating eyes remained calm.

Mu Yan watched as she walked step by step towards him, and when she approached, he slightly rose to pull her hand.

Grasping her hand, he pulled smoothly, and Zhan Lan sat in his lap.

It was Zhan Lan’s first time sitting on a man’s lap, her awkwardness and discomfort were apparent to Tuoba Hong, these little details exciting him tremendously.

This Nanjin official must like such bewitching yet green beauties!

Mu Yan held Zhan Lan, his chin buried in her shoulder, smelling her unique fragrance, felt his headache slightly alleviate.

Tuoba Hong, grinning wickedly at Zhan Lan, said, “Beautiful, be enthusiastic with the Sir, us Western Rong women are very bold!”

To him, relations between men and women were just that; the Western Rong women he knew were always shy initially, but within a few days, they’d become quite unrestrained.

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Confirming that the man behind the mask was Mu Yan, filled with confusion and disbelief, she followed Tuoba Hong’s words and hooked her arms around Mu Yan’s neck.

Suddenly, Mu Yan lowered his head, she felt a warmth and softness on her neck.

Mu Yan kissed her neck and her cheek through the veil, his hand also resting on her waist.

However, Mu Yan’s hand merely hovered, Zhan Lan understood that all this was for Tuoba Hong to see.

Tuoba Hong, seeing this scene, lasciviously exclaimed, “Sir, I have prepared a tent in the back for your enjoyment, take the beauty and enjoy the spring night!”

Mu Yan curled his lips and smiled, “Then I will not stand on ceremony!”

As his voice fell, Zhan Lan suddenly felt lighter, Mu Yan had swept her off her feet and was carrying her horizontally.

Amidst the cheers and the jealous gazes of the dancing girls, Mu Yan carried Zhan Lan out of the large tent.

A Western Rong soldier and a servant of Tuoba Hong were leading the way for Mu Yan, taking him to a secluded tent.

The soldier lifted the curtain, and Mu Yan carried Zhan Lan into the tent.

A voice from outside the door, the servant said, “Sir, the spring night is short. I’ll wait not far from here; if there’s anything, just call for me!”

“Uh-huh,” Mu Yan responded.

As soon as they entered the tent, Mu Yan threw Zhan Lan onto a bed covered with white tiger fur.

The ardent look Mu Yan had given Zhan Lan before had cooled down.

He bent down, pressing on Zhan Lan’s arms, and asked, “You really are audacious, daring to come here!”

Zhan Lan, with a dagger in her hand, pressed it against Mu Yan’s waist and whispered, “Same for you, I didn’t expect you to be a traitor.”

Her voice was exceedingly calm; Mu Yan felt the dagger on his waist but did not panic.

He gently pushed away Zhan Lan’s dagger and whispered in a low voice, “I am here for a reason!”

Mu Yan then grabbed Zhan Lan’s wrist with a backhand, gripping it tightly, causing Zhan Lan pain and making a hoarse sound that only a mute would make.

There was a slight disturbance outside the tent, and both being observant, immediately realized that someone was surveilling from outside the military tent.

Mu Yan, with a wicked smile, said: “I heard that you Western Rong women are very charming, and your eyes are mesmerizing.”

Hearing his obscene words, Zhan Lan didn’t care much, letting the spies hear what they needed to hear first as she had more important matters to attend to later.

Zhan Lan rolled over, sat up, and pushed Mu Yan down, her body clad in a thin veil revealing her fragrant shoulders, she leaned over and whispered in Mu Yan’s ear, “Now I’ll cooperate with you, and later on, you’ll need to cooperate with me too!”

From outside the window, it looked like Zhan Lan was passionately kissing Mu Yan’s ear.

Mu Yan, aroused by Zhan Lan, felt his body heat up, his earlobes turning red, he curled his lips and smiled, “Men don’t like to be ridden by a woman!”

As his voice fell, he rolled over, pinning Zhan Lan underneath him and covered them with a blanket.

The two stirred under the blanket, and the room instantly became filled with lustful energy.

Underneath Mu Yan, with a hint of light, Zhan Lan looked at his dodging and unnatural eyes, thinking that Mu Yan was not as lascivious as everyone thought.

Because, he was always putting on a show for everyone!

The first time they met in this lifetime was also under the same bed; he seemed to be evading surveillance.

This was the second time they were both evading surveillance together, honestly, they were already well-practiced.

Although Zhan Lan was mute, she still needed to breathe under the suffocating blanket and sometimes even had to cooperate with Mu Yan’s fake movements by letting out soft moans.

Mu Yan was absolutely seduced by tonight’s Zhan Lan, feeling unbearably tormented!

He blamed himself for rescuing Zhan Lan, feeling troubled as if he was the only one suffering. However, thinking about Tuoba Hong’s sleazy gaze, he could not rest assured about Zhan Lan.

Regardless of Zhan Lan’s purpose in approaching Tuoba Hong, he just didn’t want her to engage in such dangerous activities!

Could it be that Zhan Lan had ventured alone into the enemy’s camp again for Zhan Hui?

Mu Yan, thinking this, seethed with anger; he opened his lips at Zhan Lan’s neck, biting down.