After I quit my relationship, my fiancé was attacked by me

Chapter 176
Once certain ideas arise in the mind, they are like pouring oil into a fire.

It will only intensify.

Fuxuan began to wonder whether this arrogant and cold Xie Zhan had a soft heart inside, whether there were times when he was tender and affectionate...

When she looked at the white robe with anticipation, her cold thin lips suddenly let out a voice without warmth: "Change an inkstone."

Snapped.

The hope that had just started disappeared in a flash.

Fu Xuan pursed her lips, hmph, that gentleness like jade is really just an illusion.

Taking off the cloak and putting it away, Fu Xuan turned her eyes around and saw some inkstone boxes on a bookshelf, so she stepped over to get them.

As soon as he got to the shelf, he heard Xie Zhan's order: "Take the She inkstone."

Fu Xuan kept silent, opened several red sandalwood inkstone boxes and nanmu inkstone boxes, found the She inkstone he wanted, first went to the tea table to fetch some cold spring water, and then went to Xie Zhan's desk.

The purpose of taking the inkstone is naturally to use it.

Going forward in the Fu family, Fu Xuan has been doing a lot of things. She ran past everyone's study in the Fu family, either grinding ink in Fu Yiwen's study, or grinding in Fu Yiyan's study.

Therefore, without waiting for Xie Zhan to speak again, she consciously rolled up her sleeves and rubbed them for him.

A familiar scent suddenly wafted into his nostrils, Xie Zhan's writing hand shook suddenly, and a black spot appeared in the ink, which caused flaws in a row of neat and tidy characters.

Xie Zhan turned his face and raised his eyes, and met a pair of watery eyes full of regret.

Before he could speak, Fu Xuan frowned slightly, stared at Mo Dian and asked, "What should I do? Bai Bi is slightly flawed."

Seeing her raising her crimson sleeves, revealing a section of Bai Shengsheng's wrist, her white fingers tightly holding the ink block, and the white smoke from the incense burner beside her, Xie Zhan suddenly felt the joy of adding fragrance to her red sleeves.

He put down the pen in his hand, leaned against the back of the chair, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, just rewrite it."

Fuxuan glanced at the entire page he wrote, then looked down at the ink she had polished, and said: "The Chengni inkstone you use is different from this She inkstone, and the characters you write are also different. Do you want to rewrite it all?"

Hearing this, Xie Zhan's pupils trembled slightly, unexpectedly, she recognized the inkstone at a glance.

To be honest, he didn't expect Fu Xuan to be so familiar with the things in the study room.He was shocked to be able to find the She inkstone accurately in a short time from more than a dozen square inkstones.This is not something ordinary people can do. Even Shi Qing, who is most familiar with his belongings, only knows about boxes.

Xie Zhan remained calm, remembering the running script post she had invited him to Danting, looked at the block letter in front of him, and said deliberately: "Please help me write some, I am too tired to write."

Fu Xuan glanced at his tired eyes, not doubting him, she said hello, and continued to grind out some ink, and then moved a stick.

Xie Zhan pushed his chair back a little, leaving space for Fu Xuan in front of him, and Fu Xuan took a pen to help him copy on the desktop he had just used.

Xie Zhan saw that she had changed her handwriting in running script and wrote block letters upright. The brushwork was solid and thick, super-elegant and handsome, and suddenly remembered a story about Fuxuan.

At the beginning of the year, in February, the month when the Fu family would move to Jiankang City, before the marriage was bestowed by the Holy Majesty, there was a legend in Jiankang City about Fuxuan's beauty and lack of talent.

In a certain gathering, when composing poems, someone wrote a poem for this "Jiankang's No. [-] Beauty", praising her as if she should only be in the sky.And the other person sneered at her, saying that she was nothing but a skinny girl with no ink on her chest, and she was really a straw girl.At that time, the two quarreled violently, and in the end they had a big fight, which turned a good Yaji troublemaker on his back.

At that time, he didn't know Fuxuan, so he didn't comment on her character, but he also looked at the two aristocratic princes whose noses were bruised and face swollen, and lost their dignity because of her fight, and sighed, "It's a disaster for a beauty."

However, how could he have expected that in just a few months, he had completely changed his view of her, and he also had an uncontrollable affection for her.

Because of this "disaster", he did not hesitate to turn against his mother, and was willing to lose face, only hoping that she would give him some sincerity.

After tasting her taste, he even complied with the sentence of ecstasy and dissipated all his souls.

The night wind blew in from the window, and the candles on the table flickered.

Smelling the narcissus-like fragrance in front of him, looking at the flickering lights, thinking of the willow waist in his hand on his birthday, fluttering like this candle, flexible and straight, Xie Zhan's palm gradually became hot.

The touch is still there, and I can't put it down.

"Xuanxuan."

A deep voice sounded, and it was not difficult to hear that some kind of emotion that was about to burst out was suppressed in it, and Fu Xuan couldn't help trembling in her heart, and her hands trembled accordingly.

The ink dots drawn by the tip of the pen are actually thicker than Xie Zhan's previous dots.

Or else, Fuxuan thought.

Before she could regret it, the person behind him bowed forward and put his hands on her waist.

Fu Xuan stayed in place, her fingers holding the pen tightened.

He held her like this, too much like that time...

Xie Zhan lowered his head, inserted the tip of his nose into the side of her neck, sucked a few mouthfuls, and then went up to bite the sensitive little earlobe.

The pen fell onto the paper with a snap, and a trembling sound escaped from Fuxuan's throat.

The perpetrator's lips and teeth were light and heavy on purpose, throwing all the hot breath in the nasal cavity, as well as the rapid and unstable breath, into her ears.

After she closed her eyes, he turned her body towards him, grinding her ear bones with his teeth, "Does it still hurt?"

She knew exactly where he was pointing.

Fu Xuan's scalp was numb, her strength was gone, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and grabbed his front with her fine fingers, not knowing what to say.

The other party didn't wait for her to reply.

After a while, Fuxuan looked up at the beams of the roof, with all the clothes piled up on her heart.

The man checked the wound himself.

"People in the mountains are full of flowers and duruo, drinking stone springs and shady pines and cypresses."

Fuxuan felt, endured, soft, warm, that kind of playing hard to get, that kind of slowness, that kind of caring with heart, which made people curl up their ten toes tightly.

After a while, when she was about to cry, what caught her eyes was his swallowing Adam's apple, and a pair of deep and dark eyes.

He leaned over to kiss her.

She smelled herself.

Xie Zhan hugged her and called her hoarsely: "Xuanxuan..."

When the heat arrived, the hairpin on Fuxuan's hair fell to the ground with a "ding", and all three thousand blue strands scattered and spread on the table, making her blooming face even more colorful.

It's very exciting.

What floated out of the window was the sound of crackling, the paper was wasted, the inkstone was spilled, the pen holder fell down, and even the desk was moved again and again.

Under the light, Xie Zhan lowered his eyes to look at her, but saw the bright red lips, slightly frowning eyebrows, the watery eyes gradually leaking water, and the sides of the gorgeous cheeks gradually sweating.

He couldn't help hugging her again, his tall nose bent down.

The night is silent and the moon is dim.

The night wind fluctuated quickly and slowly, rustling the leaves, rolling up and falling the paper on the study floor.

Like that curved back.

In the middle of the night, the door of the study room finally opened, and Xie Zhan, holding the man wrapped in a cloak in his arms, walked back to the clean room in Tangli Garden with contented strides.

　"People in the mountains are full of flowers and duruo, drinking stone springs and shady pines and cypresses" - Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost"

　　(The people in the mountains are like fragrant Duruo, drinking from Shiquan's mouth and covering their heads with pine and cypress.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)