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

Chapter 86 Kicking the Man Off the Bed
Upon hearing this, Zhiwan instantly woke up from her drowsiness and looked at him warily, "Why are you asking this?"

The man looked down at her, trying to see her clearly, but it was as if a layer of mist was covering her face, and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see her face clearly.

Hearing her wary tone, he paused, then shook his head. "It's nothing, I was just asking."

Zhiwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she had thought he wanted to investigate her.

The man glanced at her, then suddenly grabbed her left hand and looked her up and down.

There was a tiny red mole in the gap between her index and middle fingers. Because it was in the gap between her fingers, it was hard for anyone to notice unless her fingers were spread open.

They had met in his dreams so many times, yet he had never noticed this feature of hers. If it weren't for that little gesture she made last time, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

When Zhiwan saw him examining her fingers, she didn't pay much attention at first, but when she saw the small mole between her fingers, she immediately became alert.

She withdrew her hand and said calmly, "What are you looking at?"

The man glanced at her thoughtfully and said casually, "The mole between your fingers is quite unique."

"What's so special about this? Many people have it." Zhiwan felt guilty, afraid that the other person would remember this feature and look for her in real life, so she pretended to be indifferent.

“But I’ve only ever seen it in your hands.” Lu Zhan stared intently at her.

Zhiwan's heart sank.

I was careless; he actually noticed this.

If it were growing on the body, it would be fine, since it would be covered by clothes. In reality, he couldn't very well strip someone's clothes to check, could he? But it's different if it's growing between the fingers. With just a little care, you can see it.

If this person is also in the capital, and they happen to bump into each other one day, wouldn't he be able to easily recognize her?
Thinking of this, Zhiwan felt a little flustered.

In the future, we still need to be more careful and not give the other party any leverage.

She didn't want him to recognize her in real life!

"Why do you look a little nervous?" The man suddenly grabbed her chin and looked down at her.

"Nervous? Why should I be nervous?" Zhiwan forced herself to remain calm, not wanting the man to pry into her thoughts any further. She suddenly sat up and straddled his lap.

The man's breathing became erratic.

The girl had a pleasant, subtle fragrance about her. As she snuggled closer, she was like a bewitching enchantress, captivating people's minds.

Even the usually calm and composed man lost his composure at this moment. His long, dark eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head to kiss her urgently.

Zhiwan wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and accepted his kiss.

A moment later, she took the initiative, pushing the man down onto the bed, and then gently stroking his jade-like chin and the bobbing Adam's apple with her slender white fingers.

Then, she lowered her head and leaned closer to him, her red lips lightly touching his ear, and asked in a seductive voice, "Are you having a good time?"

A vein throbbed on the man's forehead. His dwindling rationality finally returned. He grabbed her fingers that were wandering downwards, gave her a deep look, and suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

"You are so experienced, you are definitely not a respectable woman!" His voice was hoarse with arousal, but his tone was serious.

Zhiwan's lips curled slightly, showing no sign of anger.

She knew perfectly well that the other person was saying that on purpose to provoke her.

They thought she would eventually be unable to bear it any longer and, in order to clear the name of prostitutes, reveal her identity and origins.

After all, no respectable woman could tolerate being labeled a prostitute.

Her slender fingers lightly tapped his chest. "So what if it isn't true? At least you haven't suffered any loss, young master. You have to pay for a visit to a brothel, but I haven't asked you for a single penny during all the times we've met in secret."

Lu Zhan paused.

Zhi Wan smiled, her slender fingers hooking around his belt, attempting to undo it. "I don't want to know who you are, and you shouldn't keep asking about my identity and background. Isn't it enough that we're happy?"

The man narrowed his dark eyes slightly; he was already used to her bold behavior and shocking words.

He gripped her chin, a hint of restrained forbearance in his expression, his dark eyes fixed on her. "What kind of family could raise such a bold and fearless woman like you?" Zhiwan curled her lip in disinterest and pushed him away. "You like to get to the bottom of things so much, you wouldn't happen to be an official, would you?"

The man was startled.

"I don't care who you are, but since you like interrogating me so much, don't come looking for me again." Zhiwan rolled to the inside of the bed, pulled the blanket over her head.

After a long pause, she suddenly heard the man's deep voice ask, "How much silver do you still owe?"

"What?" Zhiwan was taken aback.

Because she was covered by the blanket, the other person's voice sounded somewhat muffled.

She thought she had misheard, pulled down the covers, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Didn't you say you wanted to find a husband to marry into your family?" the man asked casually as he lay down beside her.

Zhiwan nodded. "I did say that, so what?"

"If you want to take a son-in-law as your wife, shouldn't you first redeem her from her servitude? How much silver do you still need?" the man asked.

Zhiwan finally understood what he meant.

She sat up, her eyes full of interest, and said, "What, you want to redeem me?"

The man looked at her calmly and said, "I have taken advantage of you in the end. Although it was a matter of mutual consent, I still have to take responsibility for you. I will make up for the money you owe."

Zhiwan raised an eyebrow.

Is this guy targeting her, referring to his earlier statement that he didn't pay for the prostitution?
"How are you going to make it up to me?" Zhiwan asked with great interest.

“I didn’t bring any money with me this time. Next time, I’ll remember to bring banknotes. Or, young lady, please leave your address, and I’ll send you the money,” the man said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan understood his intention.

She shrugged and said, "No need. I'm happy enough with you, why would I take your money?"

"So, young lady, you've saved enough money to redeem yourself, or perhaps you've already left that place." The man looked at her thoughtfully.

Zhiwan rolled her eyes. This man was really persistent, always trying to get information out of her.

She was getting annoyed and suddenly stretched out her foot, trying to kick the man off the bed, but the man quickly grabbed her ankle.

The man said calmly, "Where did you learn such uncouth manners, young lady?"

"Where did you learn that, my dear? Do I need to tell you?" Zhiwan said angrily.

"With a temper like yours, which brothel would dare to hire you?" the man raised an eyebrow.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm naturally beautiful, and plenty of people are eager to have me!" Zhiwan shouted shamelessly.

Qingyun Residence.

Lu Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in his own bed. Only then did he realize that he had been dreaming again.

But the girl's shouts still seemed to echo in my ears.

Thinking of what the girl had said, he raised his hand to rub his temples, then looked down and smiled wryly.

But given her confident assertion and her spoiled and willful nature, could she truly possess a stunningly beautiful appearance, as she claims?

Only in this way can we understand why a courtesan like her would be so confident.

Thinking of the luxurious house the girl lived in, perhaps she was a courtesan in some brothel.

Thinking of this, a glint flashed in Lu Zhan's dark eyes.

(End of this chapter)