Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Climbing over the wall every night.

"Well……"

Sheng Puzhu was stunned by the question, her watery pupils showing surprise. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't know how to answer.

"It seems that Madam has other 'expectations' in her heart."

Xie Zhiyan supported himself on the couch with one hand, pursed his thin lips, and his deep eyes were fixed with an unfathomable sharpness.

What does it mean to have other expectations?

What a huge hat, it was put on me so mercilessly.

Sheng Puzhu wanted to refute, but she couldn't win. Instead, she was frightened by Xie Zhiyan's words and felt inexplicably guilty.

In the brief silence, the two of them pressed their bodies together, their heartbeats like drums, fast and heavy, entangled in such a dark night, to the point where they couldn't tell who was who.

Sheng Puzhu unconsciously licked her lips that were heated by his kiss. Due to the huge height difference, her whole body was held in his arms, in the same position as holding a baby, with her forehead just touching his collarbone.

Such a beautiful and unique place, like the curved arc of a crescent moon, the collarbone wrapped in thin skin was just two fingers wide, very suitable for putting in the mouth. Sheng Puzhu couldn't help it, and took a light bite with his teeth.

"Pearl, let go!"

Xie Zhiyan didn't expect her to be so bold, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Sheng Puju didn't know how much restraint it would take for a healthy and energetic adult man to resist her seductive behavior.

She even looked up innocently, blinked, and met his downcast gaze, accusing him, "You're mean to me."

Xie Zhiyan frowned and scratched her wet lips with his fingertips: "Puzhu, this is not dangerous."

"What is that?" Sheng Puzhu asked.

"What do you think it should be?" Xie Zhiyan bent his knees slightly, moved his broad chest up half an inch, and placed the entire center of gravity on his waist and abdomen, in a condescending posture.

Fits tightly and snugly.

Sheng Puzhu's head exploded with a bang, as if countless fireworks had exploded. She stared at him in disbelief, her heart hanging high in the air.

"Do you feel it?"

"This is the evil."

"I promise, I will make you cry a lot."

Xie Zhiyan's face was expressionless, and his tone was as calm as ever, forming two extremes with his uncontrollable body.

Sheng Puzhu was frightened, her lower abdomen slightly tensed, and she tried her best to ignore the strange burning sensation. She used up her remaining courage and said pitifully, "Husband, I was wrong."

She had hardly ever called him that before, and begging for mercy was even more impossible when she was sober, so not knowing these few words was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

The cold lips fell in an instant, overwhelming her. She couldn't bear such a strong breath, and her body shivered uncontrollably.

"Well, no need to apologize."

"Just cry more." Xie Zhiyan bit her lower lip without any force, his dark eyes staring at her.

"hiss……"

Sheng Puzhu felt pain and pushed him away in anger and shame.

In the darkness, the man's lips curled slightly, and he extended his tongue to lick the slightly swollen lower lip that had been bitten. He placed one hand on her ear and asked with interest, "Madam, why don't you speak?"

What to say?

It was clearly him who secretly climbed through the window every night, his fault first, which led to her misunderstanding. The vengeful man not only threatened her but also bit her. How could he have the nerve to interrogate her and why she didn't speak?

Sheng Puzhu felt a little unhappy in his heart, and his temper became stubborn. He simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Are you angry?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and asked uncertainly.

"No." It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but now that he was asked, Sheng Puzhu gasped angrily and quickly denied it, but the expression on his face was obviously more annoyed.

"It seems that he is really angry." Xie Zhiyan laughed.

Sheng Puju snorted and moved to the side of the bed, her cheeks still flushed from the previous kiss. She pulled the quilt over, curled up her legs, avoided his touch, and curled herself into a small ball.

"Even if you're angry, you can't ignore me."

Xie Zhiyan was very strong. He grabbed her slender shoulders and forcefully turned her in another direction, leaving her no chance to escape.

Sheng Puzhu was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. His back pressed against the bed, he glared at him angrily, "I'm tired. I need to sleep."

"My dear, please go back early."

"If your aunt sees you tomorrow, how will you, a gentleman like you, who is so dignified and refined, do such a thing as climbing over the wall in the middle of the night? Where will you put your face?"

"Then let's sleep together." Xie Zhiyan pinched Sheng Puju's chin with his fingertips, forcing her to tilt her head back, revealing her white and fragile neck that could be broken with one hand.

"No."

"Even if you have no shame, I still want you. The bed in the Princess's Mansion is small and cannot accommodate your body." Sheng Bozhu still closed her eyes and let him stare at her.

Xie Zhiyan smiled. Seeing that she was pretending to be stupid, he was not angry. Instead, he patiently kissed her ear. With the wet tip of his tongue, he took the pearl-like earlobe into his mouth and nibbled it sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

Sheng Puzhu couldn't stand such teasing. Her body was shaking and her breathing became unstable. "Xie Zhiyan, what are you doing? I want to sleep."

"Madam, you should know what I want to do." Xie Zhiyan's voice was vague, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the earlobe that was almost dripping with blood. The extremely beautiful little red mole seemed to be bitten off by him.

"The earlobes are not allowed." Sheng Puzhu endured it so hard that her eyes turned red and her eyelashes were covered with mist. She pursed her lips stubbornly to prevent the tone that came out of her throat from being too embarrassing.

In the unbearable situation, time seemed to have no end. She didn't even notice when his clothes were taken off.

Xie Zhiyan kissed her hard, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes, and the curve of his lips gradually deepened.

"I want to hear the lady cry."

Xie Zhiyan rolled up the feather-light silk material in his palm and threw it on the stool beside the couch. Then he lowered his eyes and saw a white that was more charming than the moonlight.

Now, when it comes to the relationship between husband and wife, he is not only skillful in his methods, but also good at forbearance.

Sheng Puzhu is no match for Xie Zhiyan.

"you……"

"Madame Du will hear it."

"That's not good."

Xie Zhiyan didn't respond. He held her chin with his palm and lifted it slightly. He pressed his thumb hard on the corner of her wet lips and said meaningfully, "If it doesn't work, bite my hand."

Sheng Puzhu stared at the water marks on his fingertips, which looked like her tears. She was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Madam, are you disgusted?" Xie Zhiyan looked at her, smiled lightly, and asked knowingly.

"You..." Sheng Pizhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she wanted to cover his mouth, "Stop talking nonsense."

Xie Zhiyan was not soft-hearted. When it came to sex, he was just paranoid towards her and didn't give her any time to react.

The more Sheng Puzhu hid, the more assertive he became, as if he had to get an explanation, to fight, to win, to force her to surrender.

The young lady, who was destined to lose from the beginning, was forced to retreat step by step. Her plump lips were like ripe cherries, giving people the illusion that they were very kissable and particularly sweet.

Sheng Puzhu's eyes were wet as if they had been washed with water. She finally couldn't bear it any longer and bit the man's slender, cold white fingertips hard.

Xie Zhiyan was very strong, and she bit just as hard, her sharp canine teeth digging into the flesh until she tasted the sweet and fishy taste of blood, and she had no intention of letting go.

"You are simply..."

"What is it?"

"Xie Zhiyan, you are a bastard."

"Yeah, I know." Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and kissed her, his brows deep and serious, saying.

Sheng Puzhu wanted to push, but his arms were weak and he had no strength at all.

She didn't know why she was crying. She sobbed a few times and tears rolled down. Her shoulders trembled and her body was wet all over.

"Climbing over the wall at night, where is the moral integrity you uphold?"

"It's simply outrageous."

"If the elders knew about this, I would be laughed at."

Sheng Puzhu sobbed and complained, his voice still hoarse.

"It's just climbing over the wall, how can it be so inappropriate?"

"Um?"

Xie Zhiyan reached out and wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of the person's eyes, but he deliberately used force, making the already red skin even redder.

Sheng Puzhu was unable to move. Although he was annoyed with him, he was not really angry. He tried to cover his eyes like trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.

Tonight, Xie Zhiyan was like a fair judge, but also like a merciful god. He gave generously while not asking for anything in return.

The room was dim, with only a faint moonlight falling on the window, reflecting Sheng Puzhu's red, tearful almond-shaped eyes, which were as charming as camellia wet by rain.

Xie Zhiyan stared at her, feeling an almost morbid satisfaction in his heart.

"My wife, Puzhu, is such a spoiled little lady."

The next morning, the guest house was shrouded in a layer of white fog.

The tightly closed door finally opened with a "clatter".

Xie Zhiyan was wearing a round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe today. It was a pure moon-white color, with broad shoulders and a belt that cinched his slender waist. The collar was decorated with a dark pattern of Baoxiang flowers, revealing a snow-white edge. He walked with grace and agility, like a pine tree covered with snow.

There were scratches on the back of his neck and a tiny tooth mark on his chin.

When Madam Du heard the noise, she hurried forward, but just as she turned around the corridor pillar, she saw a very tall figure standing in front of the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, how could there be a stranger in my wife's room..."

Aunt Du looked as if she had seen a ghost. In just a few steps, she felt like she had died countless times.

It wasn't until I looked up and saw the person standing in front of the house that I felt relieved but also felt it was ridiculous.

"My dear...my dear." Nanny Du bowed and didn't dare to breathe.

Seeing the magnolias growing well in the yard, Xie Zhiyan casually ordered, "Have someone pick two, put them in a jade bottle, and put them in the madam's room."

"yes."

Nanny Du trembled as she agreed. Seeing Xie Zhiyan standing there motionless, bent over and not daring to raise his head, she asked, "Do you have any other instructions, my dear?"

Xie Zhiyan glanced at Madam Du deeply, his eyes chilling. "Madam, why do you look a little guilty today?"

Aunt Du was terrified. She felt an invisible pressure sweeping towards her. Her knees weakened and she fell to her knees with a plop. "Old slave, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Xie Zhiyan curled his lips coldly, as if smiling. The bright sunlight fell on his straight nose, outlining his deep facial features, making him look imposing.

After a while, his voice returned to its usual calmness: "Madam was very tired last night, there is no need to wake her up."

"yes."

After Xie Zhiyan left, Nanny Du realized that the weather at the end of February was so bad that she felt completely exhausted. Her back was soaked with cold sweat and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Mammy." As lunchtime approached, Sheng Puzhu moaned and finally woke up.

"My lady, I deserve to die. I didn't keep watch diligently before." Madam Du stood outside the tent nervously and blamed herself. Her face was pale and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Sheng Puzhu helped her sit up by the hand and sighed helplessly, "My dear husband is a skilled warrior, the youngest and most powerful general in Dayan. With his skills, it's only natural that Madam and her men couldn't find him."

"How can I blame."

Nanny Du served her diligently in washing and dressing, and was silent for a long time. When she was combing her hair, she couldn't help but frowned.

Seeing her troubled face, Sheng Puzhu couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Madam, do you also think it's not nice for my husband to climb through the window in the middle of the night?"

"This old servant dares not speak ill of the master." Madam Du shuddered, her voice sounding weak.

Sheng Puzhu just smiled and said nothing, but when she saw the red marks on her neck in the mirror, she couldn't help but worry about how to cover it up.

Lunch was served in the small side hall, where the magnolias were in full bloom and the hall faced due south, so the bright spring sun shone down, casting ripples on the goldfish in the courtyard.

"What do you think of this place?"

"I had a new fish pond dug. In spring, I enjoy the fish, in summer and autumn, I enjoy the lotus. In winter, I have craftsmen carve ice in the pond to enjoy the snow."

Princess Duanyang picked up a piece of steamed silver carp, the best tender meat from the belly of the fish, and placed it in the bowl in front of Sheng Puzhu.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Sheng Puzhu opened her mouth and took the fish in. A drop of sauce accidentally fell on her lips, and she wiped it off with a handkerchief.

The lips, which were already rosy and attractive, became even more gorgeous after she gently wiped them. There was a wound on her lower lip. Although she applied lip balm to cover it, it was inevitable that some of it would be wiped off when eating.

Princess Duanyang was sharp-eyed. Noticing that Sheng Puju's expression was not right, she first stared at her lips, then looked up to her snow-white neck above her collarbone, and her slightly narrowed eyes paused.

"Oh." Princess Duanyang exclaimed, put down her chopsticks and stood up, as if she had seen something incredible.

"My little Pearl is so brave."

Sheng Puzhu was confused: "Aunt?"

Princess Duanyang's beautiful eyes drifted away. She pointed with her delicate jade finger at the handsome men waiting outside the small side hall, awaiting her orders. She lowered her voice like a thief and asked, "Tell your aunt quietly which man was favored last night."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"It doesn't matter who it is. What matters is that this little mouth is really cruel. Not only is the mark deep, but the shape is also beautiful."

"Ugh..." Sheng Puzhu choked on the fish.

She was horrified and said, "No, no, no... No, I didn't."

Princess Duanyang was not someone to be fooled. She said with certainty, "You do."

When Sheng Puzhu thought of those scenes, the place where she was bitten last night burned badly. Her mind went blank. She couldn't think of a better reason, so she could only explain in a panic: "Aunt, it was pressed."

"I had a nightmare last night and accidentally pressed a red patch on my skin."

Princess Duanyang laughed playfully and said in a less serious tone, "My dear Puzhu, you have become bad and now you know how to lie to fool me."

"Tell me, who is it?"

"Last night was intense, wasn't it?"

"I've slept with a lot of men, so if I say it's a hickey, then it must be a hickey."

Sheng Puzhu struggled desperately: "Can you not tell me?"

Princess Duanyang pressed on, "I don't think so."

The sunlight in the small side hall was so bright that it made people feel dizzy. Sheng Puzhu pursed her lips, took a deep breath and said, "Last night, Sanlang climbed over the wall and entered the room where I slept."

"Xie Zhiyan climbed over the wall?"

"My palace?"

"Um."

“…”

“It flipped over several times.”

Sheng Puzhu was simply unable to speak, and said helplessly, "My husband, I'm afraid—he comes every night."