Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 230: Do You Prefer Girls or Boys?

Under Zhan Lan’s feet was a rock; she just happened to step on the edge of the rock, successfully fulfilling Mu Yan’s prediction as she sprained her foot.

Zhan Lan sat in the snow, covering her foot, and looked at Mu Yan pitifully, saying, "Mu Yan, you must have been blessed with a prophetic mouth!"

Mu Yan felt both angry and amused, helping her up and dusting the snow off her body, then picked Zhan Lan up.

The voice of Huang Gun came, "Oh, isn’t that person General Zhan?"

Following the light reflected from the snow, Xiao Chen looked over and saw Zhan Lan, like an An Chun, burying her head in Mu Yan’s embrace.

Xiao Chen recognized at a glance that the woman in red was Zhan Lan. He wondered why she had changed her clothes and why Mu Yan was holding her so tightly. Could it be that the two of them...

Xiao Chen’s thoughts whirled with the implications for Zhan Lan’s reputation should this scene become public.

He decisively stepped in front of Huang Gun, pushing him towards their camp while saying, "You saw wrong, General didn’t wear these clothes today, you forgot!"

Huang Gun turned back for another look and said suspiciously, "It really looks like her!"

Xiao Chen suppressed his displeasure and said, "Let’s go back, don’t meddle in the Seal Keeper’s personal affairs!"

Huang Gun looked at the shy girl in Mu Yan’s arms and said with a laugh, "That’s right, our General is so manly, I must have been mistaken!"

Listening to their conversation, Zhan Lan gritted her teeth and buried her head even more into Mu Yan’s chest, whispering urgently, "Let’s go."

Mu Yan, smiling, carried her towards the tent.

"An Chun, we’re at the tent," said Mu Yan. Zhan Lan poked her head out and looked around.

"This isn’t my tent."

Mu Yan placed her on the bed, deliberately rubbing his sore shoulders and patting his long legs, saying, "I’m tired, can’t walk any further."

Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan suspiciously, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Mu Yan did not answer her question but bent down and helped her take off her shoes.

"I can do it myself..." Zhan Lan’s cheeks burned.

Mu Yan didn’t care what she said and forcefully held down her fidgeting foot.

After taking off her socks, Mu Yan saw her pale foot, swollen and reddening at the injured spot.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Yan looked up at her but noticed that the little girl was biting her lower lip, her ears unknowingly turning red.

Mu Yan smiled gently, seeing that the little girl was embarrassed.

He moved her ankle, and fortunately, red flower oil was readily available in the tent. He poured some onto his palm and applied it to her ankle, massaging it slowly into her skin.

"I can do it myself!" Zhan Lan blushed and covered her foot with both hands.

Mu Yan smoothly pulled her arm, bringing her closer to him, and whispered by her ear, "Are you shy?"

"I am not!" Zhan Lan vehemently denied, but wherever Mu Yan’s fingers touched, it felt like a current surged through her foot, making her heartbeat hasten.

Previously Dugu Yan also helped her apply red flower oil, but it never felt like this.

Mu Yan just smiled silently, lifted Zhan Lan, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

Zhan Lan sat up and insisted, "I want to go back to my own tent."

Mu Yan brought out a quilt and slept on the carpet with his clothes on.

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you."

Mu Yan turned his back, and Zhan Lan knew he was reluctant to send her back, so she lay down again.

She stared at the tent ceiling but couldn’t fall asleep, so she asked, "Are Little Black and Little White doing well?"

Mu Yan, who was close by, flipped over, propped his cheek with his arm and looked at her, his eyes becoming playful again, "They are fine... but we are going to be relatives by marriage now. Little Black and Little White acted on their feelings without propriety, so Little Black must take responsibility, and you, as their owner, can’t deny it."

Zhan Lan’s mouth fell open. Did Mu Yan mean that something happened between Little Black and Little White?

Zhan Lan grumbled in her heart: Little Black ah, I really didn’t see that you’ve reached the age of heat.

"You should bring a dowry, dear relative," Mu Yan said with a smirk.

Zhan Lan: "..."

"Oh, I know, I’m just a bit worried about the puppies Little White will give birth to, whether they will be black and white?" Zhan Lan muttered to herself.

Mu Yan chuckled, "That, I don’t know. The puppies will either resemble their father or mother."

Zhan Lan sighed, "If only they all looked like Little White, she is so pretty!"

Suddenly, Mu Yan sat up, looked at Zhan Lan lying on the bed, and asked, "Do you prefer girls or boys?"

Zhan Lan glanced at him, "We were talking about Little Black and Little White, how did it turn into..."

She saw the amusement deepen in Mu Yan’s eyes as he leaned forward slightly, "Are you thinking about whether we will have boys or girls in the future?"

Zhan Lan: "..."

Mu Yan didn’t wait for her answer, and continued, "I like both, ideally one boy and one girl."

Zhan Lan rolled her eyes, "Mu Yan, be serious."

Mu Yan sat on the carpet, propped his arms on the bed, his fingers supporting his cheek as he looked at Zhan Lan and said, "I am being very serious. If I weren’t, I would already be in bed with you, not pathetically lying on this cold ground. I’ve come all this way to see you, and this is how you treat me?"

As their cheeks were only an inch apart, she instinctively shifted further inside the bed.

"So you can’t bear it either!" Mu Yan laughed and climbed directly into Zhan Lan’s quilt, "Thank you for warming the bed for me, Miss Zhan is indeed a grateful and good person!"

Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan’s shamelessly handsome side profile. This man had a thick skin.

Mu Yan turned to look at her, her delicate and bright features magnified in front of him.

Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, her eyes alluring and enchanting, her lips red and full, reminding Mu Yan of their softness when he had kissed her last time.

A hint of desire tinted Mu Yan’s eyes as he restrained himself and said, "Don’t look at me like that, I might go against what I promised you."

Zhan Lan’s heartbeat quickened. Their agreement was not to kiss her impulsively. She turned her back to Mu Yan, refusing to look at him.

However, Mu Yan’s hand wrapped around her through the quilt, gently patted the blanket, and said, "Sleep, I’m tired."

Mu Yan’s forehead lightly kissed her hair, his eyes deepening as he murmured from behind her, "Lan’er, just for tonight, let me hold you... okay?"