The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 64 Zhiwan: You wouldn't actually have a problem, would you?

Zhiwan was indeed a little intoxicated.

At the dinner table, seeing that she could drink, Madam Wei poured her a few more cups.

She was walking unsteadily and needed Shuang'er's support.

But she remembered that her cousin had just returned from Qingzhou and must be very tired, so as soon as she left the Orchid Courtyard, she said considerately, "Cousin, you go back and rest first, don't wait for me."

Lu Zhan, who was walking in front, stopped and turned his head slightly to look when he heard this.

Seeing her leaning against the maid, looking unsteady, he frowned slightly. "Don't drink so much next time."

"I understand." Zhiwan nodded obediently, but whether she could actually do it was another matter entirely.

She likes to drink wine.

Plus, her aunt was so warm and welcoming that she couldn't bear to refuse.

Lu Zhan didn't say anything more. He took the lantern from the servant and walked ahead to light the way for them.

Seeing this, Zhiwan felt a little guilty. "Cousin, you don't need to worry about me. Yaoguang Pavilion is just a short walk away. We can go back by ourselves..."

"It's only a short walk. Why don't I take you back?" Lu Zhan interrupted her calmly.

Zhiwan shut her mouth.

The night was deep and quiet. Apart from the sound of a few footsteps, everything was silent, and no one spoke.

Zhiwan leaned against Shuang'er, raising her eyes to look at the man walking ahead.

He carried a lantern in one hand and had the other hand behind his back. His steps were steady and powerful, and he didn't walk fast, perhaps to take care of her.

My cousin may seem cold, but he has a good heart.

Zhi Wanxin thought to herself.

Before long, they arrived at Yaoguang Pavilion.

Lu Zhan stopped and turned to Zhi Wan, saying, "Let's go in."

"Thank you, cousin." Zhiwan curtsied and went inside with her maid.

Seeing that her steps were unsteady, Lu Zhan guessed that she was probably under the influence of alcohol.

What a little girl, she can't drink, yet she tries to show off.

After watching the courtyard gate close, Lu Zhan turned back to Qingyun Residence.

The weariness between his brows grew deeper.

During his time handling cases in Qingzhou, he barely slept a wink.

Back in his quarters, he washed and dressed, then went to bed.

Yaoguang Pavilion.

As soon as Zhiwan entered the room, she complained of being hot and thirsty.

Shuang'er busied herself with wiping her face and feeding her water until she felt a little better.

But when she lay down on the bed, Zhiwan felt hot and took off her nightgown, lying on the bed wearing only a bodice.

Seeing this, Shuang'er let her have her way.

People who are drunk are prone to feeling hot and thirsty.

After Shuang'er had her fall asleep, she turned off the extra lights in the room, leaving only the two lamps in front of the bed.

Zhiwan fell asleep, half-asleep.

But soon she woke up again and saw the man sitting by the bed. She half-opened her eyes and looked at him as if she were not fully awake. "You've come..."

"Hmm." The man responded in a deep voice, glanced at her, placed his large hand on her forehead, and touched it. "You don't have a fever."

Just as he was about to lower his hand, Zhiwan grabbed it.

She pulled the man's hand and pressed it against her face.

The slightly cool touch made her feel very comfortable.

"You haven't come to see me in so long, I've actually missed you a little..." Zhiwan murmured. The man, who was about to pull his hand away, paused, looking at her in surprise.

Before he could react, Zhiwan suddenly pulled hard, and the man, caught off guard, fell onto the bed. Zhiwan then took the opportunity to straddle him and, with slightly awkward and clumsy movements, kissed his lips.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly placed his hand on Zhiwan's waist, letting her caress his lips.

Unfortunately, Zhiwan didn't know the right way and was never able to pry open his teeth. Instead, she tormented the man to no end, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his smooth forehead.

As she tried once more to probe into the man's lips, he suddenly flipped over and pinned her beneath him.

"You've been drinking?" The man frowned slightly.

Zhiwan didn't answer, but only glanced at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, pressed down a little, and then kissed his lips again.

Like a kitten, she first licked the corner of his lips, and then, as he had done many times before, used the tip of her tongue to press against his teeth.

The man's gaze towards her deepened.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly, avoiding Zhiwan's movements.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked in a deep, hoarse voice.

Zhiwan said impatiently, "Who knows who you are? Anyway, you're not a good person."

man:"……"

"Will you give it to me or not? If not, I'm going to sleep." Zhiwan muttered in dissatisfaction, pushed him away, pulled the blanket over herself, wrapped it around herself, and lay down with her back to the man.

The man's brow twitched, then he raised his hand to rub his temples, turned Zhiwan around, and looked at her seriously, "Who exactly are you, young lady?"

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan sobered up somewhat and glared at him warily, "What are you going to do?"

The man paused, his long, slender fingers lightly tracing her bare skin. "I need to know which family you belong to, so I can take responsibility for you."

Zhiwan was taken aback. "You want to take responsibility for me?"

"Shouldn't we?" the man retorted.

Zhiwan scoffed lightly and said disdainfully, "No need, I'm not getting married."

"Not getting married?" the man asked in surprise.

“Unless you are willing to marry into the family.” Zhi Wan’s words were startling.

The man was taken aback. "You want to find a husband who will marry into your family?"

"Is it not allowed?" Zhiwan asked back, mimicking his earlier manner.

The man stared at her for a long time, then suddenly pushed her away and sat up. "I'm sorry, I have no intention of marrying into your family."

"If that's the case, why talk about taking responsibility for me?" Zhiwan scoffed.

The man said calmly, "I'm sorry, it's over between us."

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan panicked and stood up to hug the man's waist from behind.

Her warm breath brushed against the man's ear as she whispered, "Don't be so serious. It was just consensual. I never expected you to take responsibility." As she spoke, her hand unceremoniously slipped inside the man's shirt.

The man felt a tightness in his abdomen, but this time, he managed to control himself.

He grabbed Zhiwan's hand, his voice still hoarse with lingering passion, "You're still a girl, doing this will only hurt you."

“I don’t care.” Zhiwan was completely unconcerned; she even boldly straddled the man’s lap.

The man's breathing suddenly became erratic, and his eyes darkened. "You don't regret it?"

"Regret what? Or..." Her delicate fingertips traced along the man's waist and abdomen as she leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered, "What's the secret you're having?"

The man looked at her intently, but he did not become enraged and launch an attack on her as Zhiwan had expected.

"I don't need to prove anything to you," the man said calmly, his long, slender fingers suddenly reaching around her back to tie the ribbon she had slipped off.

Zhiwan's face flushed, and she realized that she was dressed in revealing clothing.

The man glanced at her, removed her from his lap, and then got up and got out of bed.

Zhiwan coughed lightly, her gaze sweeping up and down at him, and said suspiciously, "You don't actually have a problem, do you?"

(End of this chapter)