They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 236 Make good compensation

Wu Ziyan pulled Sima Lingchuan back into the room, reminding everyone that one should be single-minded when dealing with anyone.

She wasn't thinking about anything right now, she was just focused on the person in front of her, and her hand slowly touched his hair.

Sima Lingchuan suddenly covered her face with her hand, her eyes filled with an indescribable expression—was it fear or shame? She insisted on touching her.

"Oh, Ziyan."

"What's wrong? What happened to your hair? Why won't you let me touch it?"

"The fire is still burning unevenly today, and I haven't had time to clean it up yet. I'm afraid it won't feel smooth to you."

What kind of male bodhisattva is this, that he can even think of such a small thing?

But this shows that Sima Lingchuan is actually extremely insecure, and he still has to try to please her like this. I felt a pang of sympathy for him for a moment.

She quickly pulled him to sit down on the bed and searched around the dressing table in the room for a while.

Thankfully, they left her a comb, otherwise she wouldn't know how to smooth things over.

"Lingchuan, turn your back?"

"Ziyan, what are you doing?"

Although he asked that question, he was still very obedient.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with his back turned, Wu Ziyan stroked his hair.

Gently loosen the hair bun, then comb it from head to toe.

Upon closer inspection, it's clear that only the edges and corners are slightly burnt.

It doesn't affect his thick, black hair.

"It doesn't look good anymore."

"It looks good. Even if you cut it shorter, I still think it looks good."

Sima Lingchuan didn't speak, but his face flushed with embarrassment. He liked hearing Wu Ziyan say these things.

Seeing that he didn't reply, she combed his hair twice more, making it look shiny and smooth.

She even leaned in to smell it; it had a scent of soap pods mixed with spices.

It turned out that he had already taken a shower after arriving.

She casually tossed the comb onto the bed and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

She shouldn't engage in excessive strenuous exercise, so she smoothly slipped her hand into Sima Lingchuan's clothes.

He pulled the clothes up and untied the belt; thankfully, the room was still warm enough.

But her small hands were icy cold, and as they slowly approached his skin, they sent a shiver down his spine.

"Ziyan, your injury hasn't healed yet? Please don't do this."

"I haven't done anything yet! What's wrong with me? Don't you want this?"

Sima Lingchuan remained silent after being asked three questions in a row. He was thinking about it; how could he not think about it?

However, since this was at Wu Chengji's residence, it was inevitable that he would feel a little restrained.

But Wu Ziyan's hands didn't stop; she gently drew circles on his chest.

The sight of those icy little hands touching burning hot skin was indescribable.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and he sat there enduring it.

He gripped his pants tightly, his hands clutching his thighs, looking so shy.

She then went even further, resting her head against the crook of his neck and gently kissing his earlobe, causing him to tremble.

"Ziyan, no, you're still injured, you can't do this."

"You can't do it this way, but I can do it that way, like this, you know?"

He ran his hand down her waist and gently flicked her. Wow! It bounced back!

His body froze completely, afraid that any sudden movement would aggravate her wound.

It's strange that Sima Lingchuan, after making such a huge, bloody mistake, now has the energy to flirt with him again.

He asked repeatedly, "Ziyan, is that your injury?"

"Because you're here, the pain doesn't hurt at all."

She whispered her answer in his ear, sending shivers down his spine; he was most vulnerable to her teasing.

Before they knew it, Wu Ziyan had stripped Sima Lingchuan of his shirt.

She gently kissed the back of his neck, and he felt all the muscles in his body contract.

She liked seeing his awkwardness.

"Ziyan, I want to..."

"Then help me change my clothes."

Sima Lingchuan turned to look at her with an open and honest expression, his eyes filled with a deep, clear gaze.

It seemed to possess some kind of alluring power, and she felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Looking at the bulge in his private parts, she slowly and gently stroked it.

Only when her clothes were gradually loosened, leaving her half-hidden and half-revealed, did the scene become even more ambiguous.

Sima Lingchuan gently embraced her; the feeling of their skin touching was indescribable.

She was soft, he was hard, the candlelight flickered, their lips met, and he held her tightly in his arms.

But he didn't dare to use his other hand at all, afraid of touching the wound. He knew that she was most afraid of pain.

"Ziyan...Ziyan..."

With a series of murmurs, Wu Ziyan narrowed her eyes: "You're not going to say no, are you? Come on."

“You have to attend court tomorrow, so you got up early this morning. This is His Highness’s residence, we can’t…do…that kind of thing.”

Wu Ziyan opened her eyes wide and stared into his eyes.

I thought that with the atmosphere building to this point, we had to go to sleep, but he didn't want to? Could it be that he has some concerns?

It's like having meat right in front of you, but not being able to eat it.

It's like sending ten handsome men to your period.

But she knew he was definitely doing it for her own good; after all, they were feudalistic.

Such filthy acts in someone else's home, if they got out, would drive anyone with a weak stomach to suicide by banging their head against a pillar.

She needed to soothe Sima Lingchuan's fragile heart and gently kiss his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lingchuan. It was my oversight. I will make it up to you properly once the mansion is repaired."

"No, no, no, the renovation of the mansion will definitely take a long time. We'll make it up to you properly once we find a temporary residence."

"Ziyan, lie down quickly, it's time to turn off the lights."

"I go."

"I'll do it."

After blowing out all the lights, the two lay in the pitch-black room.

Wu Ziyan's restless little hands wandered over his body again, only to be tightly grasped by Sima Lingchuan.

"Ziyan, stop making a scene." The voice sounded like someone was suppressing their emotions.

It was as if just a tiny spark would ignite him.

Her hand simply rested obediently on his lower abdomen, occasionally tugging at it with her finger, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

Wu Ziyan, however, was a person who would fall asleep as soon as he was told to. The pain in his hand had subsided, and his breathing calmed down after a while.

Only Sima Lingchuan was suffering agonizingly by his side. He was not injured, and seeing him asleep, he felt a desire rising within him.

He gently kissed her lips, moving downwards until he reached that soft spot.

He kissed it too, and his whole body started trembling. What was he doing? He quickly stopped.

His entire body was exposed to the cold outside, and he didn't feel it at all.

I could feel Zhou Shen's blood temperature rising, and he took several deep breaths.

He finally managed to suppress his anger, then turned over and put his arm around her waist, hoping it would help him sleep better.

But Wu Ziyan didn't know that Sima Lingchuan had been enduring it all night.

He was half asleep when he felt something neither soft nor hard against his thigh.

She even stroked it a few times, and then heard some indistinct humming and moaning sounds.