"You go."

"Pei Yunchu, please go."

Liu Zhiyi repeated the sentence in a calm voice. Pei Yunchu's face was full of disbelief. He was shaking with anger and pointed at Song Hanchuan and said,

"It's obviously him..."

“It’s not acting.”

“…”

"He and I are in perfect harmony, and we love each other dearly. This is all due to our love, not falsehood."

After a pause, he added faintly,

"I thought that after what happened on the deserted island, you should know that I really wanted to kill you."

Pei Yunchu's eyes turned red, and his upright body instantly hunched over like a defeated rooster. His peach blossom eyes, which used to be full of affection and sparkling, were now red.

He opened his mouth and said with difficulty in a hoarse voice,

"Xiaoyi, you were just angry for a moment. I don't blame you. I..."

"Shut up."

Liu Zhiyi rolled his eyes impatiently and interrupted him coldly.

"Is it your turn to blame me? You seriously injured my husband, abducted me to a deserted island, and even intended to imprison me. Isn't it only natural for me to kill you?"

In the end, Pei Yunchu fled in panic.

Liu Zhiyi's little face was covered with frost. She didn't look at Song Hanchuan and prepared to leave without looking back.

If she didn't know what was going on at first, now she understood what was going on.

Song Hanchuan was panicking and hurriedly grabbed Liu Zhiyi's wrist. Then he heard an indifferent voice from above his head.

"Go apply the medicine first."

After saying that, he broke free from his grasping wrist and left Bibo Garden without any regrets.

Song Hanchuan's heart instantly sank into an ice cellar. He knew in his heart that Liu Zhiyi was angry.

He panicked instantly and wanted to chase after her and explain at all costs, saying that he would never dare to do it again. However, he was afraid that Liu Zhiyi was angry and didn't want to see him.

If he just chased after her like this, it might make her even more annoyed. What would he do then?

Song Hanchuan closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice,

"Qingyun, tell me, will Madam forgive me this time? Will she never want to see me again?"

Qingyun, who had been standing behind Song Hanchuan for some time, blinked helplessly, his face wrinkled into a ball, and he scratched his head awkwardly, saying uncertainly,

"Shouldn't it be possible?"

Things between men and women are too complicated. How can a single guy like him understand them?

Song Hanchuan smiled bitterly and said in a low voice that it was just that, and he would not embarrass him.

At night, Song Hanchuan wanted to go to bed, but before he reached the bed, his pillow flew towards him.

He caught it with his quick eyes and hands.

His thin lips moved and he was about to beg for mercy when a quilt flew towards him, followed by a mattress.

Song Hanchuan: ...

"Qingqing, I..."

Before he could finish his words, the curtains fell down layer by layer, separating the two of them.

The words to explain got stuck in my throat.

Song Hanchuan took a deep breath and thought, forget it, she was willing to throw the bedding at him, which means she has him in her heart. Now she is like this, just because she is angry.

So he didn't dare to say anything more, just made the bedding and lay down not far from the bed.

In the next few days, Liu Zhiyi would carefully apply medicine to Song Hanchuan every day and supervise him to take the medicine on time, but other than that, he ignored him.

Every time, Song Hanchuan could only look at her with those pitiful eyes, and drink the extremely bitter medicine she fed him mouthful by mouthful without saying a word.

Finally, five days later, Liu Zhiyi looked better and his health improved.

He thought he would have to sleep on the floor, but at this moment, a white and tender hand emerged from the gauze tent, and onion-like fingers slowly lifted the belt around his waist.

The scarlet thread was wrapped around her pink fingertips.

Song Hanchuan's breathing stagnated, and he slowly raised his head in disbelief, staring at the person in the tent through the heavy gauze curtains.

The woman was lying on the bed with her body half sideways, one of her arms supporting her head. Her watery almond eyes were extremely charming and her eyes were moving.

With a slight force, Song Hanchuan seemed to lose his balance and fell into the tent.

However, when his body was about to fall on the woman, he saw that the woman lay on her side on the bed with her knees bent and one of her feet firmly on his shoulder, unable to stop her from falling.

The woman raised her eyelids slightly, with a charming smile.

"What is this, Lord Prime Minister?"

Song Hanchuan supported his hands on both sides of her body, his eyes were smiling, his eyes were sparkling, full of indulgence, but his voice became low and hoarse,

"Qingqing, I was wrong."

"I admit my mistake, but what's the big deal about climbing into bed?"

Song Hanchuan blinked and smiled again.

"I climb into my wife's bed, and it's perfectly legitimate. What's wrong with that?"

Liu Zhiyi rolled his eyes, turned his head away, and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook. Soon, he stopped smiling and turned to face the man above him, saying with a magnanimous look,

"Forget it. I'll forgive you this time, but it won't happen again. Otherwise, I'll..."

"I was wrong, my lady. I was just being mean-spirited. I was always worried about you and him... After all, no one knows better than me how kind my dear is. I was really afraid that you would be soft-hearted for a moment and..."

"So, it's my fault after all?"

"No, no, no, no, it's all my fault. My dear, calm down. How about I kneel on the washboard?"

"As long as you can calm down, I will do anything for you."

How could Liu Zhiyi bear to punish him?

Not to mention that he risked his life to save her, and later, in order to find her as soon as possible, he ignored the injuries all over his body and worked day and night.

In the past few days, she made him drink the medicinal soup three times a day, in which she added a pound of coptis root. Every time, he looked at her pitifully, but without any hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp.

For someone like him, no matter how angry he is, he should calm down.

Liu Zhiyi sighed, pushed him down on the couch, leaned over, and kissed his angular thin lips directly, while her small hands wandered freely around his waist.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this man has a really great body, worthy of being the best master in the palace, his chest muscles are neither too big nor too small, and they are firm, the typical one who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed.

The muscles on the waist and abdomen are clearly defined, and Liu Zhiyi always can't let go of them.

I've been doing it alone these days, and today I finally got the hang of it.

Well, a short separation is better than a new marriage. These lips are even more kissable. They are icy, soft and elastic, like jelly. Liu Zhiyi kissed them crazily.

However, before she could enjoy it, the man held her shoulders and turned over, and their positions were switched.

Liu Zhiyi was stunned at first, but after he reacted, interest welled up in his eyes and he became eager to try.

The man who was usually very docile, letting her do whatever she wanted and yet making her feel so good, suddenly changed today and became extremely domineering and strong.

He used all his strength to pull her soft body towards himself, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood.