When Wei Lizhen embraced someone, she was very strong, and Zhao Xiheng couldn't break free.

He lowered his gaze and slowly moved closer, his sharp, bright face getting closer and closer, even his breath carrying an ambiguous heat. Zhao Xiheng knew what he wanted to do.

...

The ointment on her head felt cool and damp, and the bright green ointment probably didn't look very good, but even so, Wei Li still wanted to bite her. He was truly a hero (or beast).

Actually, Zhao Xiheng didn't mind much. Wei Li was quite handsome and had a good figure, so a kiss wouldn't be a loss. She had even prepared for the worst before the marriage alliance, intending to waste several years as husband and wife with that nearly sixty-year-old Goguryeo king. Wei Li's looks were a pleasant surprise.

To be honest, Wei Li was better looking than all of her aunt's male lovers.

And even in her current situation, she still desperately tries to maintain her chastity, shouting every day, "I can't, I don't want to, I can't, if you get close to me I'll die!" It's really pretentious and doesn't feel right.

But Wei Li had pressed her head down to apply the medicine, which made her very unhappy.

Why should you apply medicine to me whenever you want, or kiss me whenever you want?

no!

Zhao Xiheng could feel that Wei Li's hand, which was pressed against her back, was unsteady and even trembling slightly.

Although his expression was calm, and even his movements toward her could be described as practiced, Zhao Xiheng knew that he was essentially a paper tiger who knew nothing and was just putting on a brave face.

She was certain that if she suddenly moved closer like last time, he would run away in fright.

Zhao Xiheng raised her eyes, her pupils sparkling.

Holding Wei Li's arm, she straightened her back and leaned in, stopping just half an inch from his lips. Their breaths mingled as she waited for Wei Li to be startled and jump away, then flee in panic like last time, and then laugh at him behind his back.

This time, Wei Li didn't back down. He even raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently. His long eyelashes brushed against Zhao Xiheng's cheek, and his dark eyes were filled with mockery.

Zhao Xiheng suddenly realized something was wrong, but before she could react, Wei Li put his hand on the back of her head and pressed down on her.

Zhao Xiheng turned her head slightly, and Wei Li's lips landed on her cheek.

He grabbed Zhao Xiheng's chin, turned her face around, and then kissed her lips heavily.

Damn, this isn't a kiss, this is a smack! Wei Li just went for it with sheer grit, and the two of them smackd each other's lips.

Zhao Xiheng felt that her lips had been cut and bleeding between their lips, and there was a faint taste of blood.

It hurt. She placed her palms on Wei Li's chest and pushed him, but he not only loosened his grip but tightened it even more, making it hard for her to breathe.

Wei Li also felt something was wrong; it seemed that the picture wasn't drawn like that. But since they had already kissed, they couldn't separate. So he tentatively tried to bite her lips little by little.

He used very light force, it felt tingly and numb, and didn't hurt, so Zhao Xiheng stopped struggling, holding onto her clothes and lying flat to let him bite her.

Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the two people entwined in the mirror.

Wei Li bent down, his clothes overlapping with hers, and kissed her tenderly. His already narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes becoming upturned slits, both alluring and erotic.

Zhao Xiheng's face gradually warmed up, and even the sensation of Wei Li's kisses on her lips became more and more pronounced.

Besides the slight pain, it was also very hot and soft. I could hear his soft breathing, and her own. I could even hear both of our heartbeats quickening together.

This was a first for me; it was strange, bewildering, and novel, and I felt a little sour inside, like it was about to burst out.

Zhao Xiheng's body felt a little weak, and Wei Li supported her lower back to prevent her from collapsing.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Li finally stopped. He stepped back, opened his eyes, his lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were wet.

The room was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard, along with the occasional uneven heartbeats.

It was a very strange feeling, even difficult to describe.

Zhao Xiheng felt refreshed after getting some fresh air, and the heat subsided.

She could somewhat describe how she felt right now.

It's like when she was little and her mother wouldn't let her eat candy, but she secretly ate two pieces. She was nervous and uneasy, but she got a taste of sweetness. Although she was scared, she dared to do it again next time.

My aunt said the kiss felt great, and it seemed she wasn't lying. Except for the initial pain from the fall, it seemed fine afterward.

"Do you think I'd fall in the same place twice?" Wei Li looked into her eyes, his voice sounding even hoarser, like when he first woke up in the morning. He wiped the glistening moisture from her lips with his thumb; her ears were red.

It was left by him.

Zhao Xiheng's flushed cheeks, watery eyes, swollen lips, limp body, slight panting, and rapid heartbeat were all caused by him.

Wei Li felt a thrill of breaking taboos; his heart beat faster, his blood boiled, and his whole body was restless.

A trickle of blood seeped from Zhao Xiheng's broken lip. Wei Li's eyes darkened, and he stroked her cheek before kissing it and sucking the blood away.

My back hurts...

Zhao Xiheng was being pressed back and kissed, her waist was bent the whole time, and now it was a little sore.

Wei Li sucked on the corner of her lips, and now, with renewed momentum, she gathered her strength and pushed hard against his chest.

"Zhao Xiheng, are you turning your back on me?" Wei Li was caught off guard and staggered back two steps. His dazed expression faded, and he became somewhat fierce.

Zhao Xiheng raised her chin and straightened her back, but lost her balance and fell to the ground along with the embroidered stool.

This time, Wei Li didn't have time to grab her and could only watch helplessly as her head hit the ground first.

Zhao Xiheng puffed out her cheeks, almost bursting into tears.

She's completely preoccupied with the bag, and she's embarrassed herself in front of Wei Li.

Wei Li quickly picked her up, but Zhao Xiheng wanted nothing more than to bite him to death. No matter how she fell, she was just furious.

"She has a bump, but it's not as bad as the previous ones." Wei Li parted her hair to take a look.

Zhao Xiheng thought inappropriately that Wei Li's forehead was harder than a floor tile!

But she didn't say anything, and Wei Li opened the jar of medicinal oil again.

Zhao Xiheng then awkwardly said, "I don't want to apply it."

It's already sticky and uncomfortable when applied to the forehead, it would be even more uncomfortable if applied to the hair.

Wei Li was clearly satisfied and became much easier to talk to.

Zhao Xiheng said no, then no, he put down the small jar containing the ointment.

Wei Li saw that she was being awkward and not speaking, and even turned her face away, her cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel stuffed with pine nuts.

"What do you want to eat?" A man who has satisfied his desires is really easy to talk to. Wei Li squatted down, hooked Zhao Xiheng's little finger, and took the initiative to speak.

Zhao Xiheng ignored him and flicked his fingers away.

"Don't want to eat? Then we won't eat tonight. It'll save some food. Let's go to sleep."

"I want candied sweet potatoes." Zhao Xiheng didn't look at him, only at her own hands, and then made her request.

Wei Li pinched her cheek, "Aren't you afraid of getting a toothache from eating sweets so late at night?"

"My head hurts, I want something sweet." Zhao Xiheng was referring to the fall she had just experienced.

"Will the pain stop after taking it?"

“It will stop hurting after you take it,” Zhao Xiheng said with great certainty.

Wei Li's lips unconsciously curled up, revealing her snow-white teeth, "Okay, eating something sweet will make your head stop hurting."

As he was leaving, Zhao Xiheng tugged at his sleeve, "I want some candied hawthorns too."

She has a particular craving for sweets tonight.

“One thing is enough. How big is your stomach?” Wei Li refused.

Zhao Xiheng thought about it and agreed. Although she really wanted to eat it now, there would be candied sweet potatoes tonight.

Wei Li went out and told the maid to notify the kitchen.

A short while later, the maid returned and said, "My lord, the kitchen says they're out of hawthorns, and they'll go down the mountain to buy some now."

There weren't many people in the manor. When he came and went, there were only a few people to do the work. Firstly, he didn't need anyone to serve him; satisfying Zhao Xiheng alone was enough. Secondly, too many people would cause him a lot of trouble and gossip.

There are even fewer people in the kitchen. The same batch of supplies is used for purchasing and cooking. If we go down the mountain to buy hawthorns tonight, we don't know when we'll be able to eat.

With all this back and forth, she thought Wei Li would either severely punish the kitchen staff and make them do it immediately, or he would go back and tell Zhao Xiheng to forget about it for today and eat it tomorrow.

"No need. If I haven't returned by then, let Madam eat first." He said this and left.

Wei Li went to the stables to lead the horse to Bu Xian Li.

The night market wasn't completely over yet; there were still a few vendors scattered around.

The vendor who made sugar figurines last time was still in the same spot, idly tucking his hands in his pockets.

Wei Li walked over, and he exclaimed in surprise, almost shouting out loud, but under Wei Li's threatening gaze, he swallowed the sound back.

"Where is the candied hawthorn vendor?" he asked.

"It's time to close up shop, my lord," the vendor said. "Kids love candied hawthorns, they always sell well, and he makes more than he can sell every day."

"And what about the hawthorn seller?"

"It's a bit far; the fruits and vegetables are all at the east end of the market."

Wei Li nodded indifferently, then led his horse away.

The reason everyone recognizes Wei Li is largely due to the large entourage that always follows him when he goes out. Normally, he rides along, his face flashing by so quickly that no one can really see what he looks like, but the sight of the armored guards behind him is enough to identify him. Now, however, he's traveling alone, and even if someone finds him familiar, they wouldn't associate Wei Li with simply strolling through a market.

Zhao Xiheng held a small mirror in her hand, looking at the bump on her head in the light.

The medicine seems to be working; the bruises appear to have faded a bit.

Wei Li returned shivering with cold air. She casually asked, "Where did you go?"

"You seem to be feeling better." Wei Li didn't give her a direct answer, but instead leaned over to look at her forehead.

A short while later, the maid brought out the food, and to everyone's surprise, there were also a few candied hawthorns on the plate at the end.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't give me any?" Zhao Xiheng's eyes lit up.

"Didn't you want some?" Wei Li glanced at her. "With your big family and wealth, do you think you're short of two candied hawthorns?"