The key had already been given away, so there was no way to hide it. Wei Li stuffed the key into her hand, trying to cover it up.

Zhao Xiheng held the key and turned it over to look at it. There were words engraved on the end, showing the style of a key made in the palace. It was the one she had lost.

She knew perfectly well what was in the box.

What a coincidence? What a joke! The key went through his hands and then disappeared, and now it's fallen off him again. What a coincidence! She didn't believe it.

So all that studying all night turned into this stuff. No wonder he had some new tricks up his sleeve when we were kissing.

"My lord has made considerable progress recently." Zhao Xiheng held the key in her hand, turning it over and over, before casually placing it aside.

"It's acceptable." Wei Li coughed, nodded lightly, and his ears began to feel hot again.

He recalled that handsome, refined young man, and suddenly steeled himself. He grasped Zhao Xiheng's wrist, pressed his head against hers, his face slightly flushed, and whispered, "Want to see my progress?"

Wei Li was very close to her, his hot breath spraying onto her cheeks, causing a faint blush to rise. The light, refreshing scent of plants emanating from him seemed to form a net, enveloping her completely.

Zhao Xiheng unconsciously turned her head away, her fingernails digging into her palm.

Just a few days ago, their levels were about the same, so why did Wei Li improve so much after reading the book...?

"Try...try it..." Try what?

She stammered, leaving only half a sentence unfinished, when Wei Li's eyes lit up, flashing with a hungry wolf-like light, and he swallowed her words.

"Hmm."

His kiss this time was fierce and urgent, like someone who hadn't eaten in a long time suddenly seeing some delicacies.

Zhao Xiheng was able to struggle at first, but later all the oxygen in her lungs was taken away, leaving her limp and unable to move.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkled with desire, and she was breathless from the kisses, her chest heaving.

Wei Li kissed the corners of her reddened eyes, then bit open the buttons on her clothes, placed his hand on her waist, and groped to undo her belt.

He was already quite handsome, but now his eyes were filled with lust as he breathed softly in her ear. Zhao Xiheng felt her scalp tingle and her body go limp. She could only grab his clothes and let him do as he pleased.

Even though it was late April, the sky in Pingzhou was still getting dark. The sky outside was already low and oppressive, and the room was dark and gloomy without any candles lit.

Wei Li's shirt was ripped open, revealing a section of black tattoo that ran down his right neck. He subconsciously thought of Xie Qingyu, that clean-cut pretty boy in white.

Wei Li pulled off the two-finger-wide ribbon tied to his hair. He kissed Zhao Xiheng's eye, then blindfolded her. His long, dark hair fell loose, intertwining with Zhao Xiheng's.

Suddenly, her eyes were loosely bound, and she couldn't see anything. She instinctively tried to pull it off, but Wei Li held her hand down and whispered, "No."

At this moment, Zhao Xiheng's mind was in a daze, and she had no self-awareness at all. However, she was very obedient and did whatever Wei Li said, without touching the hair ribbon again.

He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a tattoo that spiraled from the right side of his neck, covering a large area of ​​his pale collarbone, then around his waist, stopping at his well-defined abdomen.

It was not easy to clearly identify what the pattern was, but it resembled a totem of wilderness worship, or a deadly poppy, falling on his smooth muscles and weaving together an insatiable desire.

...

Tears welled up in Zhao Xiheng's eyes, forming a wet patch on the hair tie covering her eyes. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, suppressing a small sob. Her fingers, which had been gripping Wei Li's arm, now gripped the soft pillow on the couch.

Wei Li gripped her waist, pressed himself against her, and whispered in her ear, "A-Dan, A-Dan..."

Zhao Xiheng burst into tears from the pain, her tears falling even more profusely and soaking the cloth strip.

After a short while, Wei Li stopped, his expression not good.

Zhao Xiheng asked while shedding tears, "Is it all right?"

Then, with a sigh of relief, she answered herself, her voice trembling with emotion, "So fast."

Wei Li's face turned even paler. He lowered his head and bit her lip, silencing her. He then intertwined his fingers with hers and pressed them together tightly.

Wei Li placed his finger near her lips, "Don't bite yourself."

Zhao Xiheng switched to biting his finger.

In her dazed state, Wei Li asked in her ear, "A-Dan, whose are you?"

Zhao Xiheng was already dizzy and cried softly, "Yours."

"who I am?"

She was a little confused. After thinking for a while, Wei Li pinched her in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Xiheng quickly replied, "Wei Li, Wei Li."

Wei Li kissed the corner of her mouth with satisfaction and whispered, "I am A-Dan's."

Zhao Xiheng naturally couldn't hear her; she had already fallen asleep.

When everything was over, it was already the morning of the next day. Zhao Xiheng was fast asleep and completely unaware of what was happening.

Wei Li, on the contrary, felt refreshed. He kissed her brow, changed his clothes, and went out.

His anger subsided, and he suddenly felt a pang of conscience and began to reflect on himself.

He thought about it. Xie Qingyu was Zhao Xiheng's former fiancée, but he was Zhao Xiheng's husband, so he had to act with some dignity.

So he decided to personally go and pick up his wife's ex-fiancé.

Xie Qingyu was imprisoned in the Pingzhou military camp's dungeon yesterday after he left.

"My lord, please apply some medicine." Chen Ruojiang, blushing, pointed to the marks on Wei Li's neck from outside.

Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

It looks like it was really intense last night, tsk tsk, there are all sorts of marks.

Bites, scratches, and hickeys are the only visible marks; I don't know what the rest of the body looks like.

Wei Li raised the corners of her mouth and refused the ointment.

How can he pick up Xie Qingyu after he's taken the medicine?

He is a magnanimous and tolerant person; what is a small wound to him?

When Wei Li arrived, Xie Qingyu was sitting upright on a straw mat in the prison, dressed in white robes, with his eyes slightly closed. A mouse darted past in front of him, but he remained unmoved, looking like an otherworldly immortal.

"Clang." Wei Li lightly kicked the iron railing in front of him, feeling a tightness in his chest and a slight displeasure.

Xie Qingyu opened her eyes, her gaze drawn to Wei Li.

Wei Li lifted his robe, squatted down in front of Xie Qingyu, and gave a wicked smile.

As the two drew closer, they could see each other clearly in the dim light. Xie Qingyu's gaze fell on Wei Li's neck, her eyes slightly reddening, and her hand, hidden under her sleeve, clenched into a fist.

He wasn't unaware of what Ah-Dan and this man might do together; after all, they were husband and wife in name only, and it was impossible for them not to have a real marriage. Besides, Ah-Dan was so beautiful.

But when faced with the real facts, he still found it hard to accept.

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he felt. He simply lowered his head, but his resolve to take Zhao Xiheng away only grew stronger.

Wei Li is a man of little talent and learning, ignorant and tyrannical, and his speech is unclear. I really can't think of any good qualities in such a person that would make me want to entrust A-Dan to him.

Wei Li looked at the expression on his face and was satisfied and relieved. He then adjusted his collar to hide the marks.

One glance is enough.

He raised his hand, signaling for Xie Qingyu to be released, then gave him a provocative smile.

Xie Qingyu was somewhat agitated, and coupled with not having eaten all afternoon and night, she was in a daze.

He knew he couldn't offend Wei Li, but he was also unwilling to give up. "Does Young Master Wei know about my relationship with A-Dan?"

Wei Li, naturally not to be outdone, replied, "Of course, A-Dan won't hide anything from me."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't know you and Ah-dan had this kind of relationship before, so I apologize for my disrespect. As Ah-dan's husband, it was my fault for not taking good care of her."

Xie Qingyu's vision went black in waves.

How could Ah-Dan like such a despicable person? How could she tell him everything, big and small?

Wei Li arranged for Xie Qingyu to live in the courtyard next to his and Zhao Xiheng's, just a short walk away. This way, any movement in the courtyard next door would be noticeable in the other courtyard.

"I've always been generous; this is the best residence besides the main courtyard," Wei Li said, feeling quite pleased with himself.

The arrangement is so close, but if you think about it carefully, you'll notice something's wrong. It's ostensibly caring for people, but secretly trying to win them over.

Wei Li returned to his room quietly after going back and forth from the prison cell. The sun was already high in the sky. Zhao Xiheng was still asleep, her face hidden in the blankets.

Her cheeks were rosy, but there were dark circles under her eyes. Her eyelids were swollen from crying, and the traces of her double eyelids were gone. Her exposed shoulders were covered with bluish-purple marks.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his face flushed, and he lowered his head to kiss her swollen lips, then tucked the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.

After watching for a while, I suddenly felt sleepy, so I took off my outer clothes, crawled inside, and cuddled her to sleep.

Zhao Xiheng usually sleeps soundly and rarely wakes up, so she's even less likely to wake up now that she's tired.

Wei Li hugged her, rubbed her hands, and kissed her cheeks twice.

Well, his wife, he can kiss her and hug her whenever he wants. So what if that pretty boy next door was her fiancé back then? He doesn't even have the right to see him now. Thinking like this, he felt a little more at ease.

When she woke up again, it was already dark. Two days had passed by in vain. Zhao Xiheng had red and swollen eyes, and she didn't even have the strength to turn her head or raise her hand to slap Wei Li.

Damn it, you son of a bitch, did she say she was going to do it?

Try it on your grandma! Want to try it again?

What are you thinking about?

As Wei Li moved, the fabric of her clothes brushed against her skin, and she realized that she was completely naked.

"No." Her voice was very hoarse, and she spoke very softly.

Wei Li touched her eyes. "Your double eyelids are all swollen. You cried so much last night."

Then, blushing, she asked, "How was I last night? Did I study well? Are you comfortable?"

Damn it, you actually have the nerve to ask that? You seem pretty good about yourself.

"Seeing you just reminded me of two of the four phrases in the Chinese saying 'being moved by the scenery,'" Zhao Xiheng said slowly.

Touch and life.

A man who is satisfied is in a good mood and doesn't like to hold grudges. Although he knew that Zhao Xiheng was probably scolding him, he didn't take it to heart.