Transmigrating into the book: The daughter of the Shen family is too arrogant

Chapter 207 Colorful

After leaving the lecture hall, a cold wind blew, and Miss Shen, who was afraid of the cold, curled up into a ball again, shivering.

Shen Qingyu didn't understand why she was so afraid of the cold. No matter how thick the quilt was or how warm the fox fur was, she would still be frozen stiff. There were several times when Shen Qingyu thought she had fallen asleep and would never wake up again.

Now, all the affairs in the Shen family mansion are taken care of by Aunt Xu. When Aunt Xu saw that Shen Qingyu's room was full of charcoal fire, but she still felt cold, she even invited more than a dozen doctors to the mansion to check her pulse. However, those doctors could not make any diagnosis at all. They just said that Second Miss Shen was weak and just needed to eat more tonic food.

She and Shen Youhong were both born to Bai Ying. Shen Youhong was born prematurely, and Bai Ying had a difficult birth. Now that Shen Youhong is dead, perhaps she will not live much longer, but at least she knows that she can live to the age of seventeen.

Young Master Nan Rong walked in front, his eyes deep, and he sighed softly, "The world is like a chess game. Once it is laid out, you don't know how to play it lightly. What's the point of building a career for thousands of years?"

Was he mocking her for her scheming and finally losing more than she gained? He had indeed seen that she was eager to show off in the classroom in order to leave a way out for herself one day in the future. Shen Qingyu sneered and replied, "The past is like a dream. I have looked back so many times, but it is hard to resist the deep regret. I have forgotten the way back. Who can I blame!"

Nan Rong paused, turned around, and slowly walked towards the stubborn woman. He covered her cold hand with his fair hand, took her hand, and said, "Come with me to appreciate the plum blossoms."

In mid-winter, dozens of plum trees have blossomed beside the quiet green pond. The purple-red petals overlap one another, the calyx is deep purple, the twigs are dark red, the sparse shadows are slanted, and the fragrance welcomes.

"This plum tree is called Jiangnan Cinnabar. It is very difficult to grow it. However, this white pavilion has petals that are connected and are as white as snow..."

There were dozens of plum trees of different varieties, and Master Nanrong knew them all by heart. He also had the patience to tell Shen Qingyu about them, but Shen Qingyu had no interest in appreciating the plum trees and was somewhat absent-minded.

With a glance, Shen Qingyu saw a figure in the distance, following them.

They took a step, and the man followed.

The hibiscus-colored dress, the pure and beautiful face, who else could it be other than Du Ruxi, the little junior sister who would fall down at the slightest breeze and is cared for by Master Nanrong?

"Who is Xu Mingsheng?"

My husband." Because she was distracted and Young Master Nanrong asked suddenly, Shen Qingyu was caught off guard and answered truthfully subconsciously.

Perhaps the word "husband" was too harsh, the faint smile on Master Nanrong's lips suddenly disappeared, anger attacked his eyes, and with a force of his big hand, he pushed Shen Qingyu against a white plum tree and said coldly, "Shen Qingyu, you are so bold, you dare to lie to me!"

In an instant, all the white plum blossoms on the tree fell down.

It fell on Shen Qingyu's head, her lavender dress, and her silk shoes.

Shen Qingyu's back was hurt from the collision, and what she saw was Young Master Nan Rong in white with a gloomy face, without any of the elegance of a banished immortal. His voice was majestic and cold, which made her shudder.

"Zi Yu..." Shen Qingyu called timidly.

Wasn't Xu Mingsheng her original husband? But those were just the original ones, and she had never acknowledged him. Shen Qingyu had no way to defend herself and could only pretend to be pitiful and look at Master Nanrong with grievance.

With tears in his clear eyes, the anger in Young Master Nanrong's heart was immediately reduced by half. His slender white fingertips gently touched Shen Qingyu's face and slid across it slowly, with a dangerous aura, but also a bit of coaxing, "Who is your husband?"

"Zi Yu."

Young Master Nan Rong smiled handsomely, leaned forward, and kissed Shen Qingyu's lips that were frozen purple as she was looking at him in shock. The big hand that was caressing her face moved to her purple Confucian scarf and held her head tightly to prevent her from moving.

He kissed her!

Why did he kiss her?

Shen Qingyu was a little confused. Didn’t he like Du Ruxi?

The kiss was light, going deeper little by little, a bit domineering, yet gentle, the lingering touch on the lips was filled with a faint fragrance, but Miss Shen's eyes still involuntarily looked towards the distance, she saw Du Ruxi's pale face, with a look of heartache, yes, she was now wearing men's clothes, but Du Ruxi didn't think that her hugging two men, Nan Rongyan, was shocking.

It was originally a light kiss, but it seemed to become fierce all of a sudden. Master Nanrong's tongue tip easily pried open Shen Qingyu's pearly teeth and entangled with her sweet tongue.

Shen Qingyu's heart was beating fast, but she couldn't help but moan. This moan made her face turn red and her heartbeat quickened.

Before this, Xiao Qingye had kissed her before, and when he did so, he was always so cautious, and each time he stopped at the right time, as if he was concerned about something. But Yuanzhi was different. He had a coercive and overbearing air, a kind of tyranny that would not give up until he achieved his goal. This feeling was something she had never experienced before. The joy from the bottom of her heart made her sink. Perhaps, indulging in this kind of happiness was not bad.

Buddha said, leave as much love as possible in the world to face the thousand changes of the world; do happy things with your lovers; don’t ask whether it is a disaster or a fate.

But before she realized it, her hands had already wrapped around Master Nanrong's neck.

Nan Rongyan, if you wanted to take revenge on me for what I did to you, then you did it.

Shen Qingyu closed her eyes and began to respond to him.

A tree of white plum blossoms, with petals falling everywhere.

"Qingyu..." A low sigh sounded beside Shen Qingyu's ear, "Don't lie to me in the future."

Shen Qingyu's body trembled slightly. He always seemed to have an illusion in his heart. In fact, he was also living a very painful life. He was not as calm and free as outsiders saw him.

"May I?"

Master Nan Rong put one hand on Shen Qingyu's slender waist, but his kisses went from her lips, down along her neck, to her collarbone, and wherever he kissed, Shen Qingyu shuddered.

He had already done that, but he still went to the trouble of asking her if it was okay?

Shen Qingyu didn't even have the chance to refuse, because at this moment, she only felt her whole body getting hot, and her clear thoughts became blurred.

Her whole body felt extremely uncomfortable, yet also tingling. This feeling was unfamiliar to her, but she also knew what it was. She was not completely incomprehensible to the pleasure between men and women.

But the man in front of her seemed to be trembling when he kissed her for the first time, and his big hands trembled as he unbuttoned her clothes.

He had put this lavender dress on her when they came to Yunlu Academy in the carriage, but he hadn't taken it off yet. Shen Qingyu quietly opened her eyes and saw that his handsome face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were full of lust.