Zhan Lan nodded earnestly, her hand guided by Mu Yan's as she practiced writing each character.
Mu Yan's handwriting, just like him, was bold and elegant, but suddenly his hand trembled.
Zhan Lan felt an unusual sensation below her and her face flushed red in an instant.
She tried to get off Mu Yan's lap, but he pulled her lightly into his arms, his voice husky, "Don't move..."
Then he lifted her skirt, and his kisses landed on her neck as he deftly untied her sash with one hand, letting it fall to her waist.
Zhan Lan, kissed breathless by him, suddenly found Mu Yan pushing all the rice paper and brushes off the table, pressing her onto the desk.
Zhan Lan looked into his eyes filled with desire, her shame burning brightly.
Mu Yan kissed her lips, cheeks, and ears, whispering, "Lan'er, have you bewitched me..."
Before Zhan Lan could answer, she was overwhelmed by his kisses.