Chapter 125 Chapter 125 "How to coax?"

"How do I coax her?"

Sheng Puzhu's eyelashes trembled, and his voice became inexplicably weak.

Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and moved closer, pressing the person against the screen. He brushed the tip of his nose against the curled eyelashes, his breath still hot with lingering heat: "Of course I do..."

He paused and laughed happily: "Seriously coax me."

Sheng Puzhu had never seen him like this before. He didn't look angry, but more like he was acting coquettishly towards her.

But she was really not good at coaxing people. Even when her younger sisters were young, she would just give them candy beans at most.

I was in a hurry to go out today, and there was no pine nut candy in my purse to comfort people, so Sheng Puzhu said honestly: "I am not good at comforting people."

"It doesn't matter."

"If you're not good at it, you can learn."

Xie Zhiyan leaned over, narrowing his eyes. Without a word, he placed his large hand on the woman's delicate waist, holding her in his embrace. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Little Pearl, I'll teach you, okay?"

He finished his words, and then followed with a long kiss, starting lightly and ending so hard it seemed to bite through her. His tenderness was tinged with a hint of punishment: "From the shallow to the deep, my lady is smart, she will learn it."

Sheng Puju only felt that the palm pressing on her butterfly bone was broad and strong. She was trapped in this small space, and her back, which was pressed against his palm, trembled slightly in an instant.

Perhaps it was her sixth sense of danger, or perhaps it was her sensitivity as a girl, but Sheng Puju felt that something was not good when she heard it.

She pushed him away, secretly refusing: "What if I'm stupid and can't understand it?"

Xie Zhiyan smiled, frowned for a moment, and suddenly leaned close to Sheng Puzhu's ear, his words searing into her skin: "If you can't teach me, that's my problem. How could Puzhu be so stupid?"

"We woke up from the couch, and Madam was going to secretly leave me and start over."

"Well...what next?" Sheng Puju asked a very naive question.

Xie Zhiyan spoke calmly, but his fingertips suggestively rubbed her plump lips: "Then unfortunately, Madam happened to be caught by me."

"I can only apologize, but of course, apology is useless."

"In the end, you can only satisfy me and do whatever I want."

Sheng Puzhu's legs went weak and she almost fell. She was frightened by the dark currents surging in Xie Zhiyan's eyes, and her heart went numb. It was as if his gaze was real, tracing over her inch by inch as if he was inspecting the territory.

It was too heavy and hot, it was going to steam her and squeeze out the juice.

Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were inexplicably red. Sheng Puzhu quickly turned her head away, trying to avoid him. Her throat was dry as she said, "My dear, please don't mess around."

Even though Xie Zhiyan was rejected, his expression remained calm: "No nonsense, I want it now."

The bustling market outside the window mingled with his hoarse voice: "I've been waiting for several hours, but my expectations are dashed. My broken heart is about to be dried up by the sun and ground into powder."

"So, I can't wait."

"If you don't believe me, you can listen to it."

Xie Zhiyan placed his soft little hand on his chest.

When it comes to audacity, recklessness, and vulgarity, Sheng Puzhu is no match for him. His cheeks flushed, he lowered his head, and whispered, "What if I don't want to?"

"It's okay if you don't want to." Xie Zhiyan said, pinching his eyebrows with his slender fingertips, his voice becoming hoarse and low, "Maybe I woke up too hastily this morning, and I feel a little dizzy now."

"Madam, you won't refuse me to accompany you home, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Puzhu raised her eyes hesitantly and saw that Xie Zhiyan's lips were indeed a little pale. She raised her hand to his forehead, which was cold.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Should we send for the imperial physician?"

"Or should I ask my brother to take your pulse?"

"No need." Xie Zhiyan closed his eyes and pretended to be very weak.

Hearing that Shen Ce was about to be called, he silently tightened his arms, and even his voice sounded less hoarse: "Forget it, there's no need to alarm him. I'll just rest for a while. Maybe I caught a cold."

Sheng Puzhu's almond-shaped eyes were clear, and Xie Zhiyan's body temperature had always been low, so she wasn't sure if he was pretending.

Xie Zhiyan saw the obvious hesitation and he would not miss the opportunity to take advantage of it. Most of his body weight fell on Sheng Puju.

He stared at her, pinched her waist, bit her earlobe, and breathed hard, each word uttered with a breathy tone: "Madam, you should be soft on me. I am sick at the moment."

Sheng Puzhu was so nervous that his eyes blurred for a moment. Before his brain could react, his body nodded anxiously, "Let's go back now."

She supported his body and walked downstairs.

The stairs weren't too steep, but two people walking side by side certainly couldn't walk very fast.

At first, it was Sheng Puzhu who supported her, but after taking a few steps, Xie Zhiyan hugged her and they stepped down the last wooden step together.

"Madam, these are last month's account books and..."

In the corner of the front hall of Linlang Pavilion, a group of young men gathered together and finally pushed Nian Yi forward.

A group of handsome and young men, holding a stack of account books and picture albums in their arms, read out the first one, then stood obediently with their hands hanging down, looking at Sheng Puzhu pitifully.

Sheng Puzhu, who had never been able to resist the word "beautiful", naturally released her hand from Xie Zhiyan's waist. Her beautiful and affectionate almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and her red lips curved up: "Give it to me, let me see."

Unfortunately, she hadn't finished speaking yet.

Xie Zhiyan frowned, put his fist to his lips, and coughed muffledly for a while.

He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were obvious, and his cold white Adam's apple rolled repeatedly: "Cough cough cough cough..."

"My dear!"

"Why is it so serious all of a sudden? I'd better ask Madam Du to call Shen Ce over."

Sheng Puzhu had no time to take the booklet from Nian Yi's hand. She looked at Xie Zhiyan's usually cold and stern face, which seemed a little pale at this moment. She was so anxious that her voice trembled.

“No need to disturb Brother Shen.”

"Maybe it's the cold weather, and the old illness has relapsed."

Old illness!!!

She didn't even know when he got his old illness.

Sheng Puzhu widened his eyes and blamed himself secretly.

Xie Zhiyan struck while the iron was hot, pretending to be weak and shaking his head. He blinked, and the corners of his eyes were just the right amount of red. "I didn't sleep well last night. Madam, don't abandon me next time."

Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to do that. She was afraid that if she thought about this matter at night, she would wake up in the middle of the night and feel guilty for a quarter of an hour.

"Read one."

"Please keep the account books and atlas for now, and then hand them over to Madam Du. If there's any emergency in the shop, just send someone to pass on the message to the mansion."

Sheng Puzhu's mind was full of "relapse of old illness" and "lack of sleep". She had no time to care about account books and jewelry. She just waved her hand hurriedly and gave instructions behind her.

Nian Yi held the account book in his arms, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

It happened that Xie Zhiyan coughed lightly.

Sheng Puzhu supported the man, not daring to delay for a moment: "Let's go back to the mansion first, and then ask the imperial physician. If it really doesn't work, call my brother."

"Everything will be arranged by Madam." Xie Zhiyan said lightly, his dark pupils covered with a layer of mist.

Sheng Puzhu bit her lip and used her arms to help the man onto the carriage.

She didn't even notice that her strength was not enough to support Xie Zhiyan, but with every step she took, the man did not forget to secretly exert force.

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and the car curtain was half-opened by slender fingers, and gold fragments fell on Xie Zhiyan's well-defined cheek. In the dark where no one could see, a fleeting smile passed across the corner of the man's lips.

Nian Yideng Langjun was standing in front of Linlang Pavilion. Their eyes met. Xie Zhiyan's lips curled up in a sinister arc, and he silently uttered five words: "You are dead."

"My wife..."

"He he he!" He is pretending!

The twelve handsome young men in Linlang Pavilion were almost frightened to death, and the account books in their hands fell to the ground.

Sheng Puzhu heard the noise and looked out the window: "What's going on?"

Xie Zhiyan raised the corner of his lips, and said calmly: "I just told them not to see me off."

"Could it be that you are scared by this?"

Sheng Puzhu tilted her head slightly and curled her eyes: "Since they are timid, please bear with them, my lord."

Xie Zhiyan raised his bony hand, lowered the curtain, leaned against the carriage, and coughed softly, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I will naturally take good care of it, madam, don't worry."

The carriage stopped.

Sheng Puzhu supported Xie Zhiyan, and the couple returned to Yunyu Hall.

She should have asked someone to call the imperial physician, but before she could sort out her thoughts, Xie Zhiyan grabbed her waist and took her to the bathroom.

"lady."

"If you have a cold, you should take a bath and sweat it out so you can get better quickly."

"That's right." Sheng Puzhu nodded, and then was half coaxed and half tricked into the bathroom.

The water was ready, but her clothes got wet somehow. She had agreed to change into dry clothes, but the mist blurred her vision, and the clothes were piled up on the floor like clouds. When she came to her senses, she was already soaking in the bathtub.

Sheng Puzhu: "..."

"How did I get in?"

Xie Zhiyan smiled softly: "Of course I held it."

Flower petals were thoughtfully sprinkled in the bathtub, and the perfect temperature turned her skin a light pink.

"I didn't drink today, right?" Sheng Puzhu asked in confusion.

Xie Zhiyan rested his chin on her bun, breathing heavily: "Maybe it's the beauty that misleads people."

Sheng Puzhu felt it was too embarrassing. She climbed onto Xie Zhiyan's shoulders and tried to get up. Her voice was softened by the moisture: "My dear, just soak in the water. I...I won't disturb you anymore."

Xie Zhiyan leaned back carelessly, but did not let go: "Bathing to dispel the cold is the best way to relieve fatigue. Madam, don't you like it too?"

They liked each other, but they hadn't been honest with each other for a year and a half. Even when they "relieved" before, it was only by turning off the lights at night.

The light in the bathroom was dim, and she still didn't dare to look into Xie Zhiyan's eyes. When she was wrapped in a soft towel and carried out of the bathtub, although she didn't do anything, her whole body had turned into spring water. She could neither stand nor sit, and could only lean softly in the man's arms.

Under the flickering candlelight, Sheng Puzhu huddled drowsily under her brocade quilt, her green hair draped at her sides and her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with a hazy watery color. She pursed her lips, watching Xie Zhiyan leisurely sipping tea at the table, and whispered, "My dear, do you want to sleep?"

"I need to sleep."

"We woke up from the couch, and Madam was going to secretly abandon me, and it started from here."

"?" Sheng Puzhu's damp eyes slowly widened, and then she gradually woke up. "No, my dear, you are not feeling well. I will accompany you back to Yunyu Hall to rest."

"Well, I did feel a little uncomfortable before, but now I seem to be much better." Xie Zhiyan took a step forward and followed her, holding a teacup in his hand. He enunciated each word deliberately, with his loosely draped robe and untied belt, revealing his solid and heaving chest.

He slowly squatted down, stroking the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and handed the teacup to her lips: "Madam, would you like some tea first?"

Sheng Puzhu was instinctively afraid. She felt like the most frightened deer in the hunting ground. If she struggled even a little, the beast would grab her by the scruff of the neck.

The clear and innocent eyes seemed to be able to illuminate the most primitive possessive desire in Xie Zhiyan's heart, which was a domineering plunder and the desire to devour all flesh and blood.

Shaking his head and dodging backward, Sheng Puzhu refused, "I'm not thirsty."

Xie Zhiyan chuckled softly and placed the teacup casually on the high table. The curtain fell along with his hoarse voice: "It's okay, I'll be thirsty later."