allonlinenovel Chapter 1339 is inappropriate
Chapter 1339 is inappropriate
His fingertips gently removed her outer garment, then slowly untied the ribbon of her inner garment. Her fair skin shone even brighter in the candlelight, causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.
Lin Yiwan instinctively closed her eyes, her cheeks burning hot as if they could bleed, her hands gripping the brocade quilt beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Zhan Yan sensed her tension, so he gradually slowed his movements, placed a kiss on her shoulder, and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Lin Yiwan wasn't afraid; she just felt incredibly shy.
His palm gently stroked her back, caressing her softly, gradually easing her tension.
Lin Yiwan's breathing gradually calmed down. She slowly opened her eyes and met his gentle gaze. The unease in her heart instantly vanished.
She raised her hand, wrapped it around his neck again, leaned forward, and kissed his lips.
This time, she was no longer passive, but rather responded to his kiss with a touch of initiative.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhan Yan's eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper longing. His movements grew increasingly gentle, yet increasingly irresistible to her.
The flickering candlelight cast intertwined shadows of the two figures on the bed, filling the air with a rich sense of affection and entanglement.
The night was both short and long.
When Lin Yiwan opened her eyes and woke up, it was already noon.
She sat up abruptly, her face full of annoyance.
Hearing the noise, Ling'er came in from outside carrying warm water. She smiled and said, "Madam, you're awake? Are you hungry? I'll have the kitchen bring you some food."
Lin Yiwan's stomach was growling with hunger, but she had something more important to do than eat.
She asked anxiously, "Ling'er, where is Mu-ge'er? Is he still in the manor?"
Ling'er shook her head: "The eldest young master came to say goodbye this morning. He said he was going back to the academy because he's busy with his studies at the end of the year and there will be a big exam in the spring!"
Lin Yiwan forced herself to sit up despite her aching body and said, "I know my son best. He's definitely hiding something. I have to go ask him right away!"
Ling'er quickly helped her wash up, and thinking that she couldn't let her go out on an empty stomach, she took it upon herself to order someone to bring the food up first.
Lin Yiwan had no choice but to eat some before rushing off to the Capital Academy.
For some reason, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
It was as if Zhan Mu was about to be snatched away from her!
She first went to see the dean and subtly inquired about Zhan Mu's situation at the academy.
To my surprise, when I saw her, the dean looked like he had been waiting for me for a long time.
He spoke urgently, "Madam, please have the servants leave. I have something very important to tell you!"
Lin Yiwan's heart sank immediately. Sure enough, her premonition was right. Zhan Mu was indeed in trouble. Otherwise, the dean would not have said such a thing.
She dismissed everyone around her and instructed Zi'er to keep watch outside to make sure no one was eavesdropping before frowning and looking at the dean: "What exactly happened?"
The dean said with remorse, "Madam Hou, your son is exceptionally talented, intelligent, and decisive. He should have been our academy's most outstanding son, but recently some rumors that are unfavorable to him have been circulating within the academy, which puts us in a difficult position!"
Lin Yiwan raised an eyebrow impatiently: "Who dares to spread rumors about my son? Are they looking for death?"
The dean was startled and bowed in fear, saying, "Madam, please calm down! You must calm down!"
Lin Yiwan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Fine, I'll calm down. I'll wait for you to finish speaking. I'd like to hear what bad rumors could possibly be circulating about my son?"
The dean replied cryptically, "They say that Young Master Mu has homosexual tendencies. He's been getting too close to Rong, a student at the academy, and the two even shared a bed before being caught red-handed by the academy's night watchman!"
Lin Yiwan's vision went black, then blacked out again.
He almost fell headfirst to the ground.
Good heavens, it's one thing for Zhan Xuan to be like that, but why is it that Amu is still causing her so much trouble?
Isn't it good for a girl to be soft and gentle?
No, she had to get to the bottom of it first.
She took a deep breath and asked, "What's the situation with that student Rong? Where does he live?"
The dean answered cautiously, "He said he comes from Jiangnan, lost his parents at a young age, and is an orphan. Half a year ago, he shocked the capital with a poem and was admitted to the academy exceptionally, awaiting the major examination next year!"
A complex emotion flashed in Lin Yiwan's eyes; she had to go and see that student Rong.
She followed the dean outside, only to hear that Zhan Mu and Rong Xuezi were painting butterflies in the back garden.
This time, she didn't have the dean accompany her; instead, she went alone.
Before she even got close, she heard Zhan Mu's gentle voice: "Zhiyu, you didn't draw this butterfly right. When it spreads its wings and flies, its wings are flapping. It needs to be tilted upwards!"
He grasped his wrist, and the two were very close.
Lin Yiwan saw it clearly and felt a rush of blood to her head.
She clenched her fists tightly, trying to force herself to calm down.
She knew in her heart that the more she tried to obstruct something, the more it would provoke Zhan Mu's rebellious spirit.
She needs to be careful about this.
She took a deep breath, slowly loosened her clenched fist, rubbed her tense brow with her fingertips, and suppressed the surging blood in her heart.
She took a few steps forward slowly, deliberately making a soft sound on the cobblestone path, so as not to be abrupt but to let the two people in front of her notice that someone was approaching.
Sure enough, not long after the voice faded, Zhan Mu turned around first. When he saw Lin Yiwan, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then quickly came to greet her, his tone filled with the excitement of a young man: "Mother, what brings you here?"
Lin Yiwan concealed the complexity in her eyes, forced a gentle smile onto her face, and glanced lightly at Rong Zhiyu, who was slowly getting up not far away. Her voice was soft and gentle: "I had some free time today, so I came to the academy to see you. I didn't expect to find you painting here."
As she spoke, she walked up to the two of them, her gaze falling on Rong Zhiyu as she scrutinized him closely. The young man was extremely handsome, with refined features and a fair complexion typical of men from Jiangnan. He wore a faded blue scholar's robe, yet it couldn't conceal his gentle and refined demeanor.
He lowered his eyes slightly, placed his hands neatly at his sides, and looked at Lin Yiwan with a respectful posture. His eyes held a just-right distance and politeness as he bowed slightly and said, "Student Rong Zhiyu greets Madam Hou."
His voice, like the man himself, was clear and pleasant, with the soft, gentle quality characteristic of a Jiangnan accent, yet it was also steady and composed, instantly making him likable. However, Lin Yiwan's vigilance did not diminish in the slightest. The more considerate and proper a person was, the more unfathomable their thoughts became.
Lin Yiwan raised her hand to help him up, saying, "Scholar Rong, there's no need for such formalities!"
Her gaze fell on the scroll on the stone table. Several butterflies on the scroll were lifelike, but just as Zhan Mu had said, the curve of the wings of one of the butterflies was indeed less lively.