Chapter 41 Chapter 41 "Not ready yet...?"...

"I...I..." Sheng Puzhu stuttered and tried to explain with a trembling voice.

But in such an embarrassing situation, no matter how you explain it, it seems too pale.

She used both hands to support her body, trying her best to stand up.

"My dear, please listen to my explanation." Sheng Puzhu raised her head with difficulty, but in the blink of an eye, the man suddenly pressed the back of her neck, and her palm was cold, which made her tremble. Although the force was not strong, it was enough to make her fall back to her original position.

"Madam, can't you get up?" Xie Zhiyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes to stare at her neck, which was particularly white in the night.

Sheng Puzhu closed his eyes tightly, the tips of his ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and even his fingertips were white from the tight grip he was holding.

"I..." She couldn't stand steadily. She relied on the strength of his hand on her waist to barely steady her body. She couldn't be as calm and composed as him. Shame and anger seemed to overflow from her body. Her breathing became heavier and escape became a luxury.

Xie Zhiyan's condescending gaze seemed to have substance, pressing down heavily.

The scorching "bone" pressed against her cheek, and the unignorable heat brushed across her lips bit by bit. Although there was a thin layer of clothing between them, she could clearly feel the taut muscles of his body as if there was no barrier at all.

It was really too reckless. Even though they had been husband and wife, she had never even touched such a place with her hands. In the confusion, Sheng Puzhu's eyes became more and more moist.

"My dear, please help me." She said pitifully.

"Then how can I help?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his voice, and a faint laugh came out of his lips.

The air became increasingly humid and hot, and his breath was entangled in her breath, which was clear but also had a dangerous burning smell.

"I don't know." Sheng Puzhu's voice was soft and light, and her fingertips grabbed the hem of his clothes helplessly.

Hua Ji was too high for her, and she couldn't use him as leverage, and she was lying on top of him in an awkward position.

Xie Zhiyan supported his knee with one hand, his long legs slightly apart, his thin lips curled up for a moment in the shadows, and suddenly he raised his hand to gently rub Sheng Puju's head.

He said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay if you can't get up. It's not an offense."

How can this not be offensive?

She is a girl, how could she lie on him in such an embarrassing position?

Even though they were husband and wife, she still found it ridiculous.

"Xie Zhiyan, pull me up." Sheng Puzhu almost lost her mind due to embarrassment and anger, and called him by his full name.

Xie Zhiyan said "hmm" softly, not angry, but smiled instead.

He reached out and held her wrist, then suddenly exerted force with the hand around her waist, lifting it up.

The world was spinning, and the next moment, Sheng Puzhu was picked up by him and sat in his arms. Afraid that she would fall, his strong palms firmly supported her lower back.

Sheng Puzhu hurriedly grabbed his shoulders. She tried to pull her hand back, but he grabbed her wrist instead.

"What are you hiding from?"

"Isn't the Madam satisfied with this?" Xie Zhiyan looked at her, his not sharp eyes seemed to want to melt her.

What's the difference between this kind of help and before?

It's just a different way to understand him more clearly.

Sheng Puzhu was very annoyed. She whimpered and bit his shoulder in anger.

From the moment he placed her on the high flower table, he had used all sorts of tactics to force her to the point where her entire body was drenched in sweat. Now, sitting on his slender legs like this would only allow him to more directly discover her inner desires.

Sheng Puzhu leaned on his shoulder, not daring to struggle too much. Later she finally realized the bad nature hidden under the man's gentle and decent appearance.

"You obviously did it on purpose." She stared at him with her dark, clear almond-shaped eyes without blinking, and said angrily.

Xie Zhiyan did not deny it. He steadied her body with one hand and slowly hooked the belt she had tied with great difficulty with the other hand. There was a lazy hoarseness in his voice.

"But from the very beginning, it was Madam who lied to me first."

"Have you forgotten about it?"

"I..." Sheng Puzhu had planned it first, and she couldn't refute it at all.

Because she was the one who lied to him in the beginning. They agreed to swap places, but she turned around and ran away.

But if you think about it more deeply, she was obviously forced by him to do this, so how could he be so righteous and be the first to complain!

Sheng Puzhu dared not move and was held in his arms.

The two of them sat together on the narrow flower table. She even breathed softly, for fear that if she moved too much, the table would shake as if it were about to collapse, just like her chaotic heartbeat.

"What do you want, my dear?" Sheng Puzhu had to hold his neck tightly with both hands for fear of falling.

Xie Zhiyan looked at her deeply for a long time. He raised his eyes to meet hers and said calmly, "I want Madam to do whatever she wants to me."

The moonlight is just right tonight, casting the overlapping figures of the two people on the ground.

Sheng Puju didn't dare look at him, as she felt a dark tide surging in his dark eyes, pressing a danger she had never seen before.

She wanted to hide, but he pulled her back into his arms.

Xie Zhiyan laughed softly in his throat and said helplessly: "If you move again, don't cry if you fall."

"Didn't my husband say that he wouldn't throw me down?" Sheng Puzhu asked back.

Whenever she looked at people with her clear eyes, he would always feel a desire to pity her. Sometimes he even suppressed it too much. He looked forward to seeing her eyelashes wet and with tears hanging in them.

Xie Zhiyan had to admit that she might be the only person he didn't want to abide by the gentleman's code of conduct.

In addition to possession, he wanted to see her lose consciousness and collapse, or sob and call him by his full name.

"lady."

"Please... help me do whatever I want." Xie Zhiyan lowered his head, grabbed her slender wrist, and pressed it down with irresistible force.

The soft plain silk wrapped around the lines on her palm, burning Sheng Puzhu so much that she was speechless. Her red lips parted slightly, and her heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out of her chest.

"My dear, I can't." Sheng Puzhu curled her fingertips slightly, trying to avoid it, but he did it so easily and did not allow her to refuse.

"It doesn't matter if you don't." He held her hand as if he was playing with a precious treasure, his movements sometimes very light, and sometimes suddenly becoming extremely heavy.

The rubbing of the fabric made a very smooth sound, which was not like the sound of falling snow, but more like the sound of two leaves scraping against each other when the wind blows on a branch.

Xie Zhiyan's throat rolled, and his eyes fell on her wrist, which seemed like it would break if bent, and he guided her fingertips from top to bottom.

"I'll teach you."

"Study hard." He moved very slowly at first, just like holding a delicate magnolia on a branch in the cold winter, not daring to use too much force for fear of crushing the delicate petals.

Occasionally, in the quiet night, there is a faint sound, revealing a trembling panic, but it is extremely low, like a cat acting coquettishly.

The plain white dress was soaked with sweat and stuck softly to her back. The silent moonlight almost dyed her slender and elegant neck into a beautiful porcelain color.

Sheng Puzhu could no longer tell whether it was the warmth from the incense in the tent heated by the charcoal fire, or some other scent. Her hands felt so achy that they were about to break, just like her shaky sanity at the moment.

The night seemed to be endless. I had no idea what time it was. The candlelight flickered and I could hear each other's light breathing.

"Not ready yet?" Sheng Puzhu asked softly. Her thick eyelashes trembled, her lips a touch of cherry red, her cheeks a smoky pink, and her white sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a delicate wrist.

"Um."

"Wait a little longer."

Xie Zhiyan placed his palm on the back of her soft hand, his voice was clear and there seemed to be a strange emotion in the depths of his eyes.

Sheng Puzhu swallowed, feeling as if her voice had broken. "Xie Zhiyan, where is your gentlemanly integrity and measured behavior?"

"Don't be distracted, focus." Xie Zhiyan's warm breath enveloped her, and a drop of sweat hit the back of her hand squarely.

Tonight it wasn't just raining, there was also wind, blowing her high up in the air, yet cruelly imprisoning her in the clouds.

Sheng Puzhu turned her head away from him, her soft eyes like a clear spring: "It's almost dawn."

Xie Zhiyan pursed his thin lips silently. He stared at her without answering, but his deep and calm gaze slowly passed over her eyebrows.

Moisture welled up in Sheng Puzhu's eyes. The rainstorm that did not appear outside the window fell into her heart.

"You're just... an asshole."

The sound of rain grew heavier, and she complained in a weak voice.

Xie Zhiyan paused for a moment, then said calmly and jokingly, "Yes, I am a bastard."

Sheng Puzhu was so angry that she couldn't speak. She blinked her wet eyelashes. The water falling into her palm was too hot. The wind gradually stopped, and the rain turned into a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose. She couldn't count how many times she bit Xie Zhiyan's shoulder.

It was not until the dawn that I heard his satisfied sigh: "Thank you for your hard work, Madam."

The wet sleeves stuck to his wrists. He picked her up and carefully placed her on the ground, leaving a winding wet mark on the flower table.

"It's foggy this morning. I'll change some clean clothes for you, Madam." Xie Zhiyan stared at her, his gaze gradually lowered, like a lion patrolling his territory.

Sheng Puzhu stared at the water stains on her palms in a daze. Xie Zhiyan lowered his head, took a clean handkerchief, and wiped each of her slightly red fingers.

Tonight, he got the delicacy he had longed for, and felt a rare sense of satisfaction.

"Go to sleep."

"I will take my wife back home tomorrow."

Sheng Puzhu could not hold on for a moment, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into endless darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the afterglow of the sunset. She looked at the familiar curtain on the top of the tent in confusion. Wasn't this her boudoir in the Marquis Mingde's Mansion? How did she get back to Yunyu Hall?

She was at home yesterday, and she was so tired...

Sheng Puzhu's eyelids twitched, and she didn't dare to think too deeply about what happened last night. As those fragmented images flashed uncontrollably through her mind, a layer of heat gradually spread across her cheeks.

"Mammy."

"Madam, you are finally awake." Upon hearing the voice, Madam Du walked into the inner room, gently lifted the curtain, and said with pity.

"How did I get back?" Sheng Puzhu asked in confusion.

Nanny Du couldn't hide the smile on her face. "Before leaving this morning, my husband went to pay his respects to the old lady and then went back to the Treasure Pavilion, took a cloak, wrapped her in his arms, and personally carried her to the carriage."

Sheng Puzhu was stunned for a moment. She vaguely remembered that before she fell asleep, Xie Zhiyan seemed to have said that he would take her back home.

But what's the difference between him carrying her back in public and leaving her to sleep in the Treasure Pavilion? They are both just a way of covering up the truth.

Ahhhh!

This man is full of tricks.

Sheng Puzhu gritted his teeth in anger, then paused, his gaze fixed on the suitcase outside the tent: "What is this?"

Nanny Du said with a beaming face, "My husband just had his daily necessities sent back, and he said they should be placed in Yunyu Hall tonight."

"When did I agree?" Sheng Puzhu muttered.

Nanny Du just smiled without saying a word, with endless indulgence in her eyes.

Sheng Puzhu lay on her back on the bed. She was so tired that she didn't want to get up at all.

Six or seven days ago, she unilaterally got angry and refused to let Xie Zhiyan spend the night in the study, because she still couldn't understand why, on the second night after the family dinner on New Year's Day, he pressed her for no reason, unwilling to satisfy her, but also unwilling to let her go.

He was obviously not feeling well himself, but he was secretly competing with her as if he was tormenting herself.

After spending more than a month together, Sheng Puju had a rough idea of ​​Xie Zhiyan's personality, unless she had done something excessive behind his back, like going to Princess Duanyang's mansion to watch the young man dance, or yesterday when she disregarded her safety and climbed up the plum branch to untie the kite string.

He has always been a rule-abiding person, and even if he is angry, he always has enough reasons to make trouble.

What about seven or eight days ago?

What happened to Xie Zhiyan?

Sheng Puzhu turned over and thought carefully for a long time. She was in the conference room during the day, went to see the sick Qin at noon, and then seemed to meet Xie Jiyan in the small garden. At dinner, she did nothing except pay her respects to the old lady.

But at night, Xie Zhiyan inexplicably pressed her down without saying a word, forcing her to cry several times, and then acted as if nothing had happened.

Also, whenever he did something intimate with her, he was always dressed neatly and never did anything in the true sense.

Could it be!

Sheng Puju's breathing became heavy. She thought about how it was from Xue Qinghui's difficult labor that he became cautious and restrained about his duties as a couple.

Even if he really couldn't help it, the most he would do was to dirty her underwear. The worst time was last night when he coaxed her and held down her hands.

Is it because of the children?

He had said very seriously before that there was no rush to have offspring.

Sheng Puzhu's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hands to gently cover his eyes, as quiet as if he were asleep.

She couldn't quite guess what he was thinking, but at least, her fingertips curled up and moved silently to her lower abdomen.

Is there an accident that he cannot bear?

Is it fear of losing, or something else?