Chapter 25 Chapter 25 “It’s getting dark, I can…

"My dear?"

"Didn't you go to the palace?"

No matter how calm Sheng Puzhu was usually, her first reaction at that moment was only one - which window would be the most appropriate one to climb out from.

The two people's eyes met across a hollow screen with flowers and birds.

When Xie Zhiyan walked around the screen and approached, the light outside the house seemed to shake.

"unfortunately."

"I just got home not long ago." He looked at her with an inexplicably gloomy expression.

"Haha, is that so." Sheng Puzhu laughed dryly and stepped back hesitantly.

"Madam just said that she wants to take in ten or eight or something..." Xie Zhiyan approached her with a smile, his plain white inner garment wide open, his black hair draped over his shoulders, water droplets rolling down his hair, a few drops hanging on his chin, glistening and dripping.

The next moment, he leaned forward slightly, and drops of water dripped onto his collarbone. The water marks meandered from the cold white all the way, sinking into the well-defined waist and abdomen, and finally disappeared under the suggestive shadow of the waistband.

"My husband heard wrongly."

"No."

Sheng Puzhu swallowed his dry throat. Although he felt guilty, he still said with certainty, "It's a betrothal."

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at her: "What do you want to hire?"

"Hire a cat!" Sheng Puzhu said firmly and sincerely.

She was afraid that if she spoke a word slower, her life, which had not even reached the age of twenty, would be gone without even needing to be saved.

"Tsk." Xie Zhiyan slowly stretched out the ending sound and hummed softly in his nose, obviously not very satisfied.

Sheng Puzhu stared at him for a long time, his heart pounding so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was more important to worry about his own life or to appreciate the beauty so close to him.

The man's crow-feather eyelashes were covered in mist, and as he narrowed his eyes slightly in scrutiny, the moisture seeped out and dispersed into the air. Strings of water droplets rolled down the hair on the side of his neck, gradually soaking his plain white underwear, leaving a few transparent streaks.

The outline of his chest was sharp under the water marks, and the faintly visible whiteness was like the moonlight that could not be contained in the sky. His eyebrows were as black as ink, and that little bit of strange emotion turned into lust hidden by his handsome appearance.

"Hire a cat?" Xie Zhiyan repeated her words, frowning with an expression of disbelief.

Sheng Puzhu said sincerely without hesitation: "Yes!"

"When a cat is betrothed, one has to choose an auspicious day, prepare the betrothal gifts, and sign a 'cat engagement contract' with the host family. It's quite troublesome."

"So, eight or ten cats is just something I said casually."

"My dear, please don't take it seriously, and don't take it to heart."

Xie Zhiyan stood there for a long time without moving, until Sheng Puzhu felt her calves were weak and sore, and she wanted to quietly step back.

"Since you are not guilty, why are you hiding, madam?" He suddenly sneered, and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, pressing her whole body against the screen of flowers and birds. His wet chest, with its cool vapor, touched her hot skin.

"My dear." Sheng Puzhu's shoulders trembled, and even his voice sounded like it was wet with moisture from his body.

"If you haven't lied to me, then what are you afraid of?"

"Well, tell me about it."

Xie Zhiyan's cold eyes, filled with extremely probing temptation, stared at her without blinking, and even the hand on her waist pressed down hard as he spoke.

The thin calluses on the palm of his hand gently rubbed against her tender earlobe, and the ends of his hair slowly swept across the girl's rosy cheeks. Occasionally, a few drops of cold water fell on her snow-white neck, and then flowed along the skin above the lapel, sinking into her chest inch by inch.

The two of them were pressed tightly together, fitting perfectly together. The coldness collided with the sudden rise of heat on their skin. The half-wet skirt wrapped around her body. Sheng Puzhu trembled weakly and let out a faint cry from her throat.

"No, no, it's just a raccoon."

She wanted to struggle and escape, but he could easily hold her down with just one hand.

"My dear, trust me." Sheng Puzhu put almost all her strength on him, and her straight legs unconsciously tightened together.

"Since you like it."

"Then go and hire one soon and raise it in Yunyu Hall." Xie Zhiyan lifted her chin with his long, wet fingers, looking at her seriously.

Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath and tried to refuse: "It's not necessary to hire one."

"Don't you like it, Madam?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked at her with interest.

"Hmm... I like it." Sheng Puzhu only felt her chin was wet by his fingertips. Her voice was mixed with weak moans, becoming softer and softer. She did not dare to make any more undue attempts.

Because she clearly felt that the man's powerful young body, the "young master" in him that made her heart tremble and difficult to contain, had gradually awakened and showed signs of readiness.

It was clearly last night that he pushed her to the brink of life and death, and even the sound of her crying could only be a delicate gasp.

They absolutely couldn't do it again tonight. Her body still retained the fullness he had left behind ten hours ago, which hadn't been relieved.

If she comes again, she will definitely eat something bad.

"My dear, I need to change my clothes. They are soaked with moisture from yours."

"I... am all wet." Sheng Puju just wanted to find a suitable excuse to stay away from him.

But unexpectedly, this sentence just added fuel to the fire.

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhiyan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his gaze slowly slid from her lips to her wet collar, and then to the skirt that was sticking to her waist.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his thin and delicate lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his voice also became solemn.

"lady."

"Hmm." Sheng Puzhu looked up, not understanding why.

Xie Zhiyan spoke softly and looked at her deeply: "It's said in the book."

"If a woman is in love, it is normal for her to get soaked."

"What...what?" Sheng Puzhu was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

Xie Zhiyan thought she was just shy. Before Sheng Puzhu could react, he reached out and slowly pulled off the shawl from her shoulders. The damp sleeves were entangled with the gauze-like shawl. He exerted force with his arms and picked her up with one hand.

"It's dark."

"I can be of service to my lady."

His tone was calm, like a normal greeting, without any trace of urgency.

Sheng Puzhu was startled, took a deep breath, and explained with a trembling tongue: "You misunderstood."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"It's not that kind of wet at all!"

She reached out to push him away anxiously, but he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pressed her down on the bed in an instant.

"Um."

"Then tell me, madam, which one is it?" Xie Zhiyan tried his best not to appear gentle. He lifted her chin with his fingertips, his eyes dark as if he could nail her to the mattress.

"You, you clearly misunderstood what I meant." Sheng Puzhu's breathing was fluctuating, he was furious, but he didn't know how to explain.

"Whatever you think it means, that's it." Xie Zhiyan pressed his thumb lightly on her lips. Although his expression remained unmoved, his voice suddenly lowered.

"As for the misunderstanding."

"To keep eight or ten young men, lock them up in the house, and make them catch mice for the mistress?"

"Or, or never got wet?"

Sheng Puzhu was so frightened that her eyes widened and she almost cried out loud.

It turns out that all her time pretending was in vain.

Can't admit it!

Admit it and you're done.

Xie Zhiyan is truly a cunning man.

"Madam, which sentence do you think I heard wrong?" This time, Xie Zhiyan had no intention of letting her go.

This kind of coercion, with some kind of oppressive means, is like interrogating a prisoner, but it actually brings an indescribable pleasure.

Sheng Puzhu was no match for him at all. He was forced to retreat in a short while and glared at him angrily.

Xie Zhiyan was not in a hurry, and could even be said to be a little indulgent. He waited for her answer leisurely.

"My dear, you heard me wrong. What I said before was hiring a cat slave." Sheng Puzhu blinked his eyelashes slightly, his body became very hot, and a layer of ripple-like water color filled the depths of his eyes.

The sun had completely set, and the sound of a maid lighting a candle could be heard outside the house.

The dim light fell outside the tent, entangled the two people's overlapping shadows.

Xie Zhiyan said "hmm" and smiled a little, but he was not satisfied, and even wanted to force her to say it out loud in a mean way.

"What kind of wetness?"

Sheng Puzhu's fingertips were curled tightly, unable to suppress the slight trembling of his body. The tips of his ears were red as if they were dripping with blood, and his voice was tight, soft and weak.

"It's the body. The clothes wrapped around the body are all... wet."

"My dear, you didn't hear wrongly, and you didn't understand wrongly."

These words are like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

The candlelight outside flickered, and the magnolia branch embroidered on her slender waist was pinched into wrinkles. The strength of his hands was so great that it seemed as if the gold and silver embroidery threads were about to be torn apart by him.

Xie Zhiyan's throat rolled heavily, the muscles in his arms tensed, and his eyes were as scorching as if they were quenched by fire.

"Say that again?"

"I won't say anymore." Sheng Puzhu closed his eyes tightly, and his voice was unobstructed and broken in rejection.

"No problem."

"I can check it myself to see if Madam is lying." Xie Zhiyan's cold white fingertips seemed to want to break the magnolia embroidered on the hem of the skirt, and his fingertips brushed across the magnolia branches and leaves covered with moisture.

It gradually became unclear whether it was wet water or something else slippery.

Today's rain lasted all night long.

Sometimes it is as fine as blinding smoke, so ethereal that one can breathe, but it is also extremely irritating. Most of the time it pours down, as if to drown and soak everything.

The curtains swayed without wind, and the room was filled with the ambiguous scent of goose pear.

Sheng Puju didn't even know that the words she shouted out when she broke down with her plump and rosy lips could best evoke the lustful thoughts hidden deep in his heart beneath the moral code. Once they began, it was difficult to end.

…

When the first ray of light rises from the top of the mountain.

Xie Zhiyan's tall and straight figure stood in front of the couch. He bent down to pick up the outer garment that had fallen on the ground. The lines on his palm were pressed against layers of delicate embroidery, and the fabric was so damp that it seemed to be dripping with water when he touched it.

There was a branch of snow-white camellia on the flower table next to the Eight Immortals Table. After a night, the branch could not withstand the rain, and the white petals withered and fell one by one on the rosewood table.

It felt just like last night, because I was so bloated.

I couldn't hold it in, so I accidentally left some stains on the mattress sheet.

It was just past five o'clock in the morning, and although Xie Zhiyan had not slept all night, he did not feel tired.

He dressed meticulously and went to the bathroom to wash quietly. However, when he wiped his hands with the towel, his slightly gloomy eyes slowly moved from his fingertips down, and he clenched his palms silently.

She was his wife, and when she said that, he didn't think he was angry, but as a husband, he wanted to make his wife aware of the fact that they had been married for many years.

As for her wanting to emulate Princess Duanyang's unbridled behavior.

Xie Zhiyan snorted silently in his heart. If his wife wanted a life surrounded by lovers like Princess Duanyang, she could forget about it in this life or the next.

Fortunately, my wife did nothing wrong and has always been well-behaved. The one who made a mistake was the elder who did not set a good example.

Shortly after the hour of Mao, Princess Duanyang was awakened from her sleep by the nanny beside her.

"My lady, please get up quickly."

"Oh no."

Princess Duanyang was sleepy and said inexplicably, "This is the princess's residence, what could go wrong?"

The nanny had a look of astonishment on her face: "The prince of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion is here."

"What's he doing here?"

Mammy hasn't spoken yet.

Xie Zhiyan's cold voice came from outside the house: "Aunt, my nephew has an unwelcome request."

Whenever Xie Zhiyan called her "Aunt", it was definitely a big move.

Princess Duanyang closed her eyes and lay back: "Tell him that I am very sick and dying."

"Let him come back later."

"My Lady, I can't stop you. This old slave can't stop you at all."

As the maid finished speaking, several maids dressed in black walked in. Their strength was so great that it was frightening.

Princess Duanyang had no preparation at all before someone put a hood over her head and wrapped her in a brocade quilt.

Xie Zhiyan's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"I'm sending my aunt to Tianchang Monastery for some time to practice in seclusion."

"It's just right for me to accompany my mother."

"Because my aunt doesn't exercise self-control and self-reflection, and may even lead my wife astray."