At this moment, her outer night clothes had been completely removed, leaving only her bodice and underpants.

Her loose black hair partially covered her shoulders.

The man paused slightly here, then began to unbutton his night clothes.

Watching his movements, Song Xizhi caught a glimpse of two guards approaching out of the corner of her eye, and she suddenly understood He Jingyan's intention.

So she hurriedly got out of bed and haphazardly stuffed her night clothes under the covers.

She immediately sat up and knelt by the bed to help He Jingyan unbutton his clothes.

With a formidable enemy at hand, the man remained remarkably calm, whether due to the difficulty in unbuttoning his night clothes or something else was unclear.

He undressed himself, but his movements were slower than when he undressed her.

Song Xizhi felt flustered by his nonchalant attitude. She gritted her teeth, feeling that every second was incredibly long.

Song Xizhi gasped, her hands trembling, and began to undo the man's trouser belt.

After much difficulty, the man finally took off his clothes, took off his night clothes and threw them on the bed, then lowered his head.

He looked at the woman with disheveled hair, her neck and shoulders flushed slightly with nervousness, and she tried to untie his belt without any order.

The footsteps of the guards grew closer and closer, and the more nervous she became, the more her small hands trembled, pulling his sash tighter and tighter, her hands groping aimlessly.

Seeing this, He Jingyan slightly raised his chin, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and he couldn't help but find it amusing.

The deliberate actions just now only tormented myself in the end.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Don't move, I'll do it myself."

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi paused slightly, then looked up blankly, meeting He Jingyan's gaze once more.

The man's eyes were slightly red, and his warm breath sprayed onto her neck, carrying a burning temperature.

Every frown and smile is full of tension.

Song Xizhi swallowed hard, feeling his heart skip a beat and his whole body burning up.

She abruptly lowered her hand and moved her body back a few steps.

The man quickly took off his night clothes.

Song Xizhi quickly grabbed his clothes, scrambled to the corner of the bed where the bedding was, and hurriedly hid his clothes inside as well.

She hid the two suspicious garments, and only then did her constantly tense heart finally relax.

But when she turned around, she was suddenly confronted with the man's tall figure.

He had already taken off his night clothes and was now shirtless. He had somehow climbed onto the bed and was now beside her.

This startled Song Xizhi, and his heart pounded like a drum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the two alert guards were already standing at the door, looking around.

Song Xizhi pursed her lips into a straight line and hurriedly looked up at the man in front of her.

But the man suddenly bent down, kneeling on the bed with his deep eyes fixed on Song Xizhi's face.

Just as Song Xizhi was about to speak, the man's slender fingers had already pinched her chin.

His hands, roughened by years of martial arts training, were fixed on Song Xizhi's lips, his fingers lightly stroking her chin.

Then suddenly she leaned down and turned her head away:

"Concentrate and don't talk."

After the man finished speaking in a hoarse voice, he kissed her deeply.

Feeling the air being ruthlessly stolen from his lips, Song Xizhi's mind went completely blank.

She placed her hands on the man's chest, but as she touched his strong muscles, her body gradually went limp.

...

The guards outside the door stood cautiously in place, one old and one young.

One of the younger men, with obvious suspicion on his face, reached out and pushed the wooden door open a crack with a little force.

Through the crack in the door, one could see a man's broad back.

He was facing away from the door, leaning down deeply to passionately kiss a woman.

Standing outside the door, one cannot see the woman's face, only her slender fingertips, weakly and strugglingly clutching the bedding beneath her.

The elderly guard raised an eyebrow at the scene inside and then reached out to close the wooden door again.

"If someone finds out we're spying on adults' privacy, do you still want your head?"

He lowered his voice and gave the instructions.

The young captain of the guards did not move at the door, his face still showing some doubt.

He lowered his voice as well: "I just felt something was wrong; there was clearly no one here just now."

He turned his head with a worried expression, staring at the thin layer of window paper. He hugged his sword, took a few steps back, but did not leave.

Inside the room, Song Xizhi felt dizzy, breathless, and completely drained.

However, she kept a close eye on the movements outside and noticed that the two figures on the window paper suddenly disappeared.

She then raised her arm with some difficulty and squeezed He Jingyan's forearm hard.

Feeling the woman's movements, He Jingyan placed one hand on her back to soothe her gently. After leaning against her for a while, he spoke softly:

"The person hasn't left yet."

Song Xi was stunned. She looked at him helplessly with her watery eyes and mouthed a shape with her red lips.

"Then what should we do?"

Before she could finish lip-syncing, she felt the man's sudden movement.

He casually pulled a red silk ribbon from the bedside and elegantly tied it in a knot around the woman's slender ankle.

Then, with a slight exertion of his strength, the silk suddenly rose...

An unprecedented feeling suddenly overwhelmed Song Xizhi, causing her to tremble. She stared blankly at the man before her with reddened eyes.

But then she saw the man bend down again and embrace her trembling body.

He lowered his head and whispered in Song Xizhi's ear, "Say it out."