The birthmark on Lou Jinhuan's belly is very special. She is not aware of it and will not look at it deliberately. To her, it is just a birthmark and nothing more.
However, to Yan Ruqing, it was like some kind of switch.
People who eat marrow and know taste see everything fresh, and they can't put it down especially this birthmark.
Lou Jinhuan was very puzzled and didn't understand why he liked it so much.
After being tortured so hard, she pinched Yan Ruqing's mouth and said, "Next time you touch it, I'll get rid of it."
Yan Ruqing has a good attitude towards admitting her mistake, but she will dare to do it next time.
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That day, Yan Ruqing was in the imperial study room reviewing memorials, and she wanted to drag Lou Jinhuan along with her.
Lou Jinhuan leaned in his chair and fell asleep. He leaned on the armrest, supported his head with one hand, yawned, and slowly closed his eyes.
The crimson sleeves slipped down, revealing a snow-white forearm.
Yan Ruqing pinched her eyebrows, put down the memorial in her hand, turned to look at Lou Jinhuan, and happened to see his "masterpiece".
In a place where Lou Jinhuan could not see, Yan Ruqing's eyes gradually became darker.
The spring day is a little drunk, the afternoon sun is just right and warm, and the sun falls on people and makes them sleepy.
Lou Jinhuan allowed her consciousness to sink little by little, and just as she was about to fall asleep, a big fiery hand suddenly pulled her out.
Lou Jinhuan: "?"
She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Yan Ruqing standing up at some point, with one hand around her waist and the other resting on the crook of her leg.
Lou Jinhuan subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
Yan Ruqing smiled and hugged her up with all her strength.
Lou Jinhuan was sleepy and her mind was in a blur. She didn't react suddenly until she was placed on the slightly cold table.
Lou Jinhuan turned his head and glanced outside. It was bright and bright outside.
She raised her hand to pinch Yan Ruqing's lips and whispered, "Is this the only thing on your mind?"
Yan Ruqing grabbed her hand and kissed it, and swept away everything on the case with her other hand.
The desk is very spacious, and it won't be a problem for two people to lie on it.
Yan Ruqing has been practicing martial arts all year round. Her muscles are strong and her arms are tight and smooth. Lou Jinhuan couldn't help but squeeze them.
Yan Ruqing's eyes were fierce, and she tied her hands with a ribbon and pressed them on top of her head.
Lou Jinhuan moved, "You really look like a lunatic."
"Oh, there's something even crazier." Yan Ruqing glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the pen he was marking red, and he picked it up.
Lou Jinhuan: "?"
"what are you up to?"
"You'll know later, don't move."
Yan Ruqing patted her gently and looked at her for a while.
Lou Jinhuan couldn't help but tremble as the cool touch fell on her skin. She lowered her eyes and saw Yan Ruqing painting with concentration.
"alright."
Yan Ruqing looked at it for a moment, then threw away the pen with satisfaction and looked at her masterpiece, "It's so beautiful. I enjoy it. Do you want to take a look?"
Lou Jinhuan asked casually: "What do I think?"
Yan Ruqing picked her up and walked indoors. Behind the imperial study there was a side hall for resting. There were all toiletries in it and there was a round bronze mirror in the corner.
The moment Lou Jinhuan saw the bronze mirror, she understood what Yan Ruqing meant. She stared closely at the bronze mirror, and two overlapping figures slowly appeared in it.
"Look, does it match your birthmark?"
Yan Ruqing put Lou Jinhuan down and let her bare feet step on his brocade boots. He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, rubbing their ears and temples intimately.
This scene was honestly reflected in the bronze mirror. Lou Jinhuan's heart suddenly tingled, and her eyes moved downwards. On a red peony was her birthmark of a butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly.
"Only the true national color of peonies is worthy of this lingering butterfly."
Lou Jinhuan's fingertips moved slightly, and she suddenly understood why this guy kissed this birthmark every time.