Chapter 32 Sister-in-law, I've seen every part of you...

Jiang Ninghui was startled the moment Pei Duo appeared at the courtyard gate.

They were so scared they almost lost their souls.

In an instant, it felt as if I had been thrown into an ice cave in winter, with a chilling cold and intense shame spreading through my limbs and bones!

Jiang Ninghui didn't dare to look at Pei Duo at all.

Ignoring the restraints around her waist, she struggled to break free, twisted around, and pulled up the quilt to hide herself completely.

The quilt, which had been rolled up, was shaking.

It was shaking violently.

Jiang Ninghui gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with her fingers, her eyes were red and wet, and tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking a small patch of fabric in no time. She bit her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

Why can't you listen to her just once, my lord!

Even just listening to her and closing the window would be better.

Jiang Ninghui was so ashamed that she wanted to smash her head against the wall and die.

The first time, she was lying naked on Young Master Pei's couch when he caught her.

The second time, the third time, the fourth time...

Perhaps Young Master Pei overheard every time she had sex with her lover.

Now things are much better.

Young Master Pei also witnessed the secret between the couple.

How could she continue to stay in the courtyard and how could she continue to get along with Young Master Pei?

Jiang Ninghui had never felt so humiliated and ashamed as she was now.

In Pei Gongzi's eyes, she was probably like a wanton woman who couldn't wait to be alone with her husband, and didn't even close the doors and windows.

Jiang Ninghui bit down on the corner of the blanket, sobbing in her chest, swallowing her pain and tears.

Zhao Zhixue noticed that Jiang Ninghui was acting strangely.

In the midst of pleasure, she struggled violently, rolled over, and wrapped herself up.

Zhao Zhixue frowned, propped himself up on his elbows, and glanced out the window.

The courtyard was deserted.

What happened to his wife when she was perfectly fine?

Zhao Zhixue got up, closed the half-open window, and came back, pulling Jiang Ninghui, blanket and all, into his arms: "Wife, what's wrong?"

Noticing the person trembling under the covers, Zhao Zhixue quickly pulled back the corner of the blanket and saw Jiang Ninghui crying with tears streaming down her face. He squeezed into the blanket and hugged her, wiping away the tears that covered her face.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"

This kind of thing is clearly very enjoyable.

Regardless of gender, once they've tasted it, they want to taste it again and again.

Jiang Ninghui's almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and the tip of her nose was red from crying.

She looked at Zhao Zhixue with confusion, biting her lip, wanting to ask, but a strong sense of shame made her unable to ask.

Zhao Zhixue had never seen Jiang Ninghui look so pitiful before. It instantly softened his heart, and his already weakening desire began to resurface. But given his wife's current condition, it was clearly not the right approach.

He had no choice but to suppress his anger and ask her what was wrong, to tell her where she felt unwell, and that she didn't have to keep it to herself.

Jiang Ninghui turned her head and glanced at the closed window, understanding the situation.

Young Master Pei was not seen.

She was the only one who saw it.

Having spent about half a year with Young Master Pei, she had come to understand him to some extent; he was not the type to gossip.

He certainly wouldn't tell his husband what had just happened.

Jiang Ninghui would never tell her husband.

She feared that if her husband found out that another man had seen her body, it would create a rift in his heart and cause him to distance himself from her.

Jiang Ninghui lied and said that she suddenly had a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, which was so painful that she couldn't bear it and burst into tears.

Zhao Zhixue's pent-up anger was truly unbearable, trapped inside him.

He was also very annoyed.

Since marrying my wife, our sex life hasn't been going very well.

Zhao Zhixue: "If your lower abdomen is still hurting badly, I'll go with you to the clinic."

Jiang Ninghui gently shook her head: "Perhaps my period is coming soon. I'll just drink some hot water later."

After tidying up, Zhao Zhixue poured some hot water for Jiang Ninghui to drink, so she could rest well.

He opened the door and went outside for a walk, to feel the cool breeze and let off the pent-up anger.

Jiang Ninghui buried herself under the covers, and the scene from just now kept replaying in her mind as soon as she closed her eyes.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, he tossed and turned on the bed for a while before falling asleep.

As I fell asleep...

She seemed to be dreaming of Young Master Pei.

The young man was dressed in a light blue robe, and his body smelled faintly of cedar.

The window was open.

He stood outside the window, his deep, cold eyes fixed on her with a sinister gaze.

Young Master Pei had a face as handsome as jade, but that excellent appearance was tinged with a wicked smile.

His gaze was fixed on her as he approached her step by step.

The youthful, clear voice was gone, replaced by a low, hoarse, and scornful tone.

"sister in law."

"I saw it all."

“I saw every inch of your body.”

"It's crystal clear—"

Jiang Ninghui gripped the blanket tightly with her fingers, extremely uneasy in her sleep.

She kept shaking her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and tears welled up in her eyes, sliding into her hairline.

She was crying so pitifully.

The doors and windows inside were tightly closed, but the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the windows, adding a touch of brightness to the dim and secluded room.

Pei Duo stood in front of the bed, looking down at the sleeping person.

In a short while.

He bent down and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Jiang Ninghui's eyes with his warm fingertips, but the tears flowed like a burst dam, and he couldn't stop them no matter how hard he tried.

The young man frowned, a hint of restlessness reflected in his dark pupils.

She's truly made of water, with endless tears.

It seems my sister-in-law is having a nightmare.

It's clear he frightened her quite a bit today.

But this is just the beginning.

If he's not frightened at all, how terrified will he be when he finds out what he's thinking later?

Jiang Ninghui didn't sleep very soundly.

She was in a daze, feeling as if she were in a dream, yet also in reality, until the setting sun was almost completely swallowed up before she got up.

There was a faint scent of cedar in the air, which matched the scent on Young Master Pei.

Jiang Ninghui glanced at the dimly lit room; there was no one else there but her.

Could it be because of a dream that I mistakenly thought there was cedar scent on Young Master Pei in the room?

Thinking about what happened that afternoon, she didn't know how to get along with Young Master Pei when they met later.

Jiang Ninghui changed her clothes and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook dinner.

She quietly opened the door and peeked into the next room. The door was closed, but the window was open.

Jiang Ninghui glanced inside again; no one was there.

Young Master Pei is not here.

She hurried to the kitchen and prepared dinner, but her husband and young master Pei still hadn't returned.

Jiang Ninghui had just stepped out of the kitchen with a kerosene lamp when she saw Young Master Pei push open the door and come in from outside the courtyard.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Ninghui felt as if she had been whipped, and she shuddered violently.

As always, Young Master Pei across from her had a cold and indifferent expression. When he saw her, he nodded slightly and called her "sister-in-law" in a light voice, as if he had never witnessed what happened that afternoon.

The young man stood there, his stern brows as imposing as mountains, cold and lifeless.

It was completely different from the demon in my dream, who seemed to have crawled out of hell.

It was a dream.

That was just a dream.

The young master Pei, who is hailed as a genius, is a man of exceptional talent and refined manners. His conduct and demeanor are indicative of a gentleman, far from the wicked person depicted in the dream.

She was just having a nightmare because of what happened that afternoon.

Thinking back to that moment, Young Master Pei saw her sitting naked on his lap, saw her and his lover...

Jiang Ninghui gripped the kerosene lamp tightly, as shame and embarrassment surged like a raging flood, tearing away all the fig leaves covering her body, leaving her completely exposed before the young man.

She quickly lowered her head, suppressing her shame, and whispered, "Dinner is ready and keeping it warm in the pot. Young Master Pei, please eat first."

After saying that, he ran back into the house as if fleeing and closed the door.

Pei Duo's gaze followed the figure until the door blocked his view.

His sister-in-law was avoiding him again.

Like a turtle, she retreated back into the shell that she thought would protect her.

The courtyard was completely silent.

Jiang Ninghui stayed in the room for a long time. She couldn't hear Pei Gongzi's footsteps and didn't know whether he went to the kitchen or went back to the room.

Zhao Zhixue didn't return until 1:15 PM.

Jiang Ninghui smelled a faint scent of alcohol on her husband. She asked a couple of questions, and Zhao Zhixue took her hand and said, "I went out for some fresh air and ran into a classmate, so I went to a tavern for a while. My wife, have you had dinner yet?"

Jiang Ninghui shook her head: "Not yet."

Zhao Zhixue: "I haven't eaten much either, let's eat together."

Jiang Ninghui went out and glanced slightly at Young Master Pei's room, where light was shining through the doors and windows.

He was inside the house.

She lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen to heat up the food, only to find that the dinner in the pot was still untouched.

Young Master Pei did not eat dinner.

Jiang Ninghui whispered to her husband.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhixue went to Pei Duo's room and asked him to come over for a meal.

Jiang Ninghui brought the food to the table. When she saw her husband and Pei Gongzi come in one after the other, she hurriedly lowered her head and sat down by the window. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles and her food tasted like wax. She quickly finished eating, put down her chopsticks and said to her husband, "Just put the dishes and chopsticks down when you're done eating. I'll clean them up later."

She didn't dare look at anyone and hurriedly turned and left.

Pei Duo glanced at the woman who was fleeing in panic once again.

For the next few days, Jiang Ninghui played hide-and-seek with Pei Duo.

In the past, she would wait for her husband to return every night outside the courtyard.

She stopped waiting after that incident.

She was afraid that every time she waited for Young Master Pei, afraid of being alone with him, and afraid that he would look at her with strange eyes.

The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and the school will be closed for the day on the Lantern Festival.

Dusk was falling.

Darkness enveloped the alley, and a cold wind blew in from both ends, tearing at the young man's jade-colored robes, causing the hem of the robes to flutter wildly in the wind.

The young man lifted his thin eyelids and looked into the distance.

An endless expanse of ink.

That figure hasn't appeared outside the courtyard for six days.

Pei Duo raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, a sudden emptiness rising in his usually calm heart.

This feeling.

It was both unfamiliar and strange.

Since meeting his sister-in-law, he seems to have tasted several flavors he had never tasted before.

But every experience was unpleasant.

This feeling of emptiness has caused the evil thoughts that have been dormant in his blood to resurface.

I want to take him back to school.

I want to slice off pieces of flesh from that good-for-nothing Zhao Zhixue and feed them to the dogs.

He wanted his sister-in-law to see it with her own eyes.

Look at how her husband died at his hands.

At that time, would her sister-in-law feel sorry for her husband?

My heart aches...

Pei Duo suddenly lowered his eyes, his extremely cold gaze falling on his outstretched palm.

If he gets injured.

Will my sister-in-law feel sorry for me?

The young man removed the jade hairpin from his hair and slowly traced it down an inch above his wrist bone.

He watched indifferently as bright red blood flowed down the wound, trickling over his wrist and knuckles, dripping onto the ground.

The fresh blood that had just flowed from his skin was still warm, and the smell of blood made the young man's handsome thin lips curve into a smile.