After enduring it for a long time, Zhenliang finally did not spit out those four curse words towards An San - you can't believe it!
Biting her lip, Zhenliang said coldly, "Third Master, please don't misunderstand me. The purpose of telling you who I kissed for the first time is not to make you moved, nor to make you feel guilty, nor to make you responsible.
But I want you to know that neither of us owes anyone any more. Therefore, you don’t have to feel sorry for the lost first kiss, and I don’t have to feel unworthy for the lost first kiss.”
An San raised his eyebrows and said, "What you really mean by this is that it's a pity for me to lose my first kiss, but it's not worth it for you to lose your first kiss?"
Zhenliang imitated his arrogant look and raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it?"
An San expressed that he disagreed, "It's obviously a matter of fairness, but why is it not equal in your eyes?"
Zhenliang snorted coldly, blinked his cunning eyes, and asked without answering, "How old is the third master this year?"
An San was startled, then replied, "Anyway, he's much older than a little girl like you."
Zhenliang smiled with satisfaction, "You are much older than me, and I am much younger than you, which means that my first kiss was younger than your first kiss, and has more youthful value. You clearly took advantage of the little girl who is younger than you.
But you still expect others to kowtow and bow to you and be grateful? Don’t even think about it.”
An San was extremely surprised by Zhenliang's original explanation, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "I can accept this explanation."
Zhenliang felt that she had finally taken advantage of the quarrel, and smiled. She completely ignored her indignation when he forcibly kissed her just now, and forgot to accuse him.
The two were silent for a moment, and An San suddenly asked, "The Emperor really hasn't touched you?"
"Bump... I should have touched him, but it's not the kind of bump you imagined. Remember I told you that he has so many women, just like breeding pigs and horses, so I think he is dirty, how could I allow it?
Are you collaborating with those women?"
"What a complicit person!" An San asked with deep eyes, as if with great interest, "I believe in your innocence, but I am very curious, how did you do it, making other people think that you have successfully slept with them?
Many times? Could it be that you made an agreement with the emperor to act?"
"If he is willing to act with me, I would be happy to ask for it. However, he thinks he is aloof and has a cold temperament. How could he be willing to act with me? I have my own way to deal with him, but I don't want to tell you."
"I would never force others to reveal their secrets, but I still have a doubt. If the emperor were to deal with you like the Caihua Silver Thief just now, would you rather die?"
Zhenliang blinked and looked at An San with wide eyes, "Are you curious, or do you want to prove that compared to other men, you are the most special in my eyes? For other men, I would rather die than
Surrender, and I'm willing to make do with you?"
"I'm just curious, I won't lie to you. Besides, after what you just said, I already understand that you are special to me because I am different from other beast-like men. I am a beast wearing clothes, right?
?”
Zhenliang was startled, this man actually dared to use her words that undermined him to laugh at himself. Would it be better to say that he was narrow-minded, or that he was broad-minded and humorous?
However, in view of his excellent performance and attitude, Zhenliang began to chew on his questions carefully, not noticing the strange light in the depths of Ansan's black eyes, which was like fire.
An San actually compared Nangong Lie and Caihua Silver Thief. Obviously, these two people are very different in identity and status, but they also have many things in common. For example, they are good at sex and have countless women. This makes Zhenliang feel disgusted. Comparatively speaking, her disgust and rejection of Caihua Silver Thief was stronger. Perhaps it was Nangong Lie's handsome appearance that played a role. Physically, she didn't dislike him very much, but she only resented his touch in her heart.
Half pay, Zhenliang looked at An San as clean as himself, and said sincerely, "If the emperor uses force on me, my desire to die is really great. There are many things in this world that cannot be done for any reason. I am in control of myself, but I hope to be able to control it as much as possible when it comes to my innocence. Although I am not a chaste and fierce woman, I am too obsessed with men. I like cleanliness and am very devoted, and cannot tolerate any dirt."
An San felt that something as solid as ice was melting deep in his heart. He couldn't help but stretched out a hand and held it tightly. He couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "So, you and I are born with each other." Yes, I also have a mysophobia about women. I like cleanliness and am very dedicated. I don’t like to touch different women, let alone women I don’t like.”
The man's hand was broad and rough, but it carried an inexplicable sense of security, which seemed to be able to cleanse and warm people's hearts. Zhenliang did not withdraw his hand, completely shocked by his words.
She completely believed that he was just like her.
And the information revealed in his words made her heart beat wildly, and at the same time she felt a surge of anger.
His words clearly revealed to her that she was the only woman he had ever touched and the woman he liked.
To Ma Ryo, this tactful confession was nothing more than a huge irony that contained a lot of surprise and anger.
If he really liked her and cared about her, how could he agree to give her up to Nangong Lie?
However, Zhenliang no longer wanted to argue with him about this problem, because no matter how much she argued about it, things would not change.
Seeing that Ryo was unusually silent, Ansan tightened his grip on her hand, "You don't believe it?"
"I believe it, why don't you believe it?" Zhenliang said in a sarcastic tone, "Just because your technique of kissing me is very crude and clumsy every time, I can tell that you are a novice and have no experience with other women."
Unlike Nangong Lie, he had proficient skills when he kissed her for the first time and seemed to be able to easily arouse her feelings. Although An San's skills in kissing her have been greatly improved now, Xu is still interested in him for the first time. He left such a deep impression when he forcibly kissed her once, and it was impossible to reverse the impression of his raw skills.
Although what Zhenliang said is true, which man can endure being laughed at by the woman he likes about his poor kissing skills?
An San's scarred face was dark, and he immediately mocked and said, "You may not be that good."
"Anyway, it's much better than you. It's just that I don't bother to respond to you." For other men, Zhenliang might not bother to argue with him, but for this dark three, she just likes to be competitive. First of all, she likes to beat him verbally. , and was not willing to give in to his provocation at all, "I have never eaten pork but I have always seen pigs running. I have seen many people kissing in various forms. In this regard, can you compare with me?" ?”
An San has seen other people kiss, but he has never seen other people kiss clearly at close range, and the number of people he has seen is really not many. Otherwise, when he kissed her for the first time, his technique would not be unorganized. She is now making fun of her.
Concerned about what Zhenliang had said, he had seen many people kissing each other in various forms. An San's heart was as dark as his face, but he said angrily, "Did you grow up in Jiyuan? There are all kinds of things."
Yes, I will brag as much as I can."
He actually had a strong urge to kill all the people she watched and kissed. Wouldn't that defile people's eyes?
In his eyes, she was unfit for a child.
Zhenliang rolled his eyes at An San, "Are you ignorant? Who said you have to be in Jiyuan to watch the kiss? If I were not the emperor's concubine now, I would show you my hands right now and let you see, I
You will be astonished by how rich the experience you gain from observing and how many forms you can use.”
Hearing this, An San's eyes darkened, and his throat became slightly hoarse as he said, "So what if she is his concubine? Now show your hands and let me feel it."
Zhenliang smiled evilly, stretched his arms and stepped back, "Hey, Third Master, are you looking for an excuse and want to kiss me again?"
An San allowed Zhenliang to distance herself from her, and now she was sitting on the bed. In his eyes, no matter how hard she retreated, she could not escape from his five-finger mountain.
"Yes." An San made no secret of his thoughts, but this time, he wanted to prove more that his kissing skills were no longer unfamiliar or clumsy.
I didn't expect this man to admit it so shamelessly. Zhenliang's face turned red and he said seriously, "No, you and I have already crossed the line just now. We must not do it this time. After all, I am already the emperor's concubine. As long as I am
His woman cannot be too ambiguous with other men for a day."
An San was once again shocked and moved by Zhenliang's remarks.
"You only belong to him in name. Since you are still innocent, you are with him in name only."
Zhenliang smiled coldly, "Even if it is in name only, please respect the relationship between me and him in name only. Even if you want to kiss me again, you have to wait until I am no longer a married woman before you can kiss me."
An San's heart sank suddenly because of the last half of Zhenliang's words, "Not a human woman? What do you mean by that?"
Zhenliang looked at An San steadily, his eyes filled with hope, "I wonder if Mr. San is still willing to fulfill his promise to me?"
"What words?"
"You once said that if I still reject the palace after a year, you will take me away from the palace and send me wherever I want to go. Although I expressed disdain for your proposal that day, now
, I am not afraid to blush and tell you that I am moved, very moved, but I don’t know if you will give me this one-year opportunity?"
It turned out that she was referring to this matter. An San's heart was filled with fire, and she lightly opened her thin lips and said, "Here."
Zhenliang believed in his sincerity and believed that this was a man who would not change his promise easily.
She looked towards the window sill where the light was shining, and smiled expectantly, "The period of one year is longer than it is short, but as long as I persevere, it will pass.
At that time, if I am still lucky enough to be alive, I will be able to freely pursue the happiness I want."
"If, before a year comes, you suddenly find that your happiness is a man in the palace, do you still need me to pick you up?"