Xie Rongyue woke up late at night. She had slept so soundly that she was still a little groggy when she woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw the man, she was so shocked that she almost screamed.

"You—how did you get here?"

Wang Hezhan sat by the tatami mat, watching her frantically grab the blanket to cover herself, and said to her with a hint of annoyance, "You were sleeping so soundly."

She stared at him for a few moments, swallowed the words she was about to say, and dejectedly wrapped the quilt around her bare chest.

"Do you even know what time it is? You've been sleeping all day!"

Seeing his sour face and the faint bruises under his eyes, Xie Rongyue's memories of last night gradually returned. She hurriedly pulled the quilt and looked out the window, only to be shocked to see the dark sky.

Why did you sleep for so long?!

Seeing that she didn't speak, he angrily handed her a cup of hot tea.

Xie Rongyue snapped out of her daze, paused for a moment, and slowly took the water, moistening her slightly hoarse throat. It was one of her little habits that she would drink some water first thing when she woke up.

There were no candles lit inside, and he carefully examined her body by the moonlight.

She was only wearing a light purple bodice and a small undergarment, revealing two long, fair legs that were as smooth as the finest mutton fat jade.

He couldn't help but think of the absurd scenes they had shared in bed before, her long, slender legs always wrapped around his waist, hooking him as he swayed and bounced.

Xie Rongyue noticed his gaze, quickly withdrew her leg, put down her teacup, and dismissed him.

"General, you should leave now. This is not a place for you."

Wang Hezhan's expression darkened when she chased him away, but seeing her unpleasant look, he suppressed his temper and reached out to pull her.

Startled, she grabbed the quilt and threw it at him.

With a soft thud, the thick blanket hit him directly in the face. He was slightly stunned, then his eyes flashed with anger. He grabbed the blanket from his body and glared at her furiously.

What are you doing?

Xie Rongyue knew he was ruthless and was afraid of really provoking him and causing trouble for her family, so she didn't dare to confront him directly. She pursed her lips, shrank back, and didn't respond.

Without the cover of the quilt, her beautiful body was immediately exposed to the air, causing waves of desire to surge within him.

He suppressed his anger, snorted in frustration, and threw the blanket off the bed.

Xie Rongyue immediately pulled a corner of the quilt over herself and reached out to grab the dress at the foot of the bed.

Wang Hezhan wouldn't allow it. He grabbed her hand, pulled her over, and lay her down on the couch with her in his arms.

She was angry, but dared not truly provoke him, so she could only kick her legs and say slowly, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'll hug you."

"---"

The air grew still, and the delicate fragrance emanating from her body wafted into his nostrils, prompting him to steal a kiss and lick the nape of her neck.

She trembled and sighed helplessly in her heart.

Wang Hezhan was really sleepy. He felt drowsy while holding her, but he tried his best to stay awake and got up on his own.

Xie Rongyue stared wide-eyed as he began to undress, "What—what are you doing?"

"Take a bath."

"---"

Before she could say anything, he swaggered off to the back washroom.

Wang Hezhan was truly exhausted. He quickly washed up, put on an outer robe, and went straight to the couch.

Xie Rongyue watched helplessly as he got into bed, lifted the covers, lay down, and reached out to hug her. Her eyes reddened with anger, but she was powerless to do anything about it, and her whole body tensed up as she backed away.

"Why are you running away? Be good, let me hold you for a while."

His voice was deep and husky, which sounded even more alluring in the night.

Xie Rongyue was momentarily lost in thought when he pulled her into a tight embrace, her smooth face pressed against his bare chest, burning hot.

The familiar scent enveloped her in an instant, and she placed her hands on his chest, punching him.

"open."

Wang Hezhan's eyes darkened at her resistance. He pulled her close and pressed her tightly into his arms, then leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. He closed his eyes and whispered her name.

Xie Rongyue felt a pang of sadness as she listened to him call her name over and over again. Not wanting to talk to him, she turned her face away.

He didn't mind, and kissed her long hair affectionately, stroking her smooth skin.

"Don't run away, come with me. You're mine, and only mine."

Their hot breaths mingled, making the air feel sweet.

Listening to his ramblings, her mind was in a daze. What were their identities that made them entangled together? Why were they lying on the same bed? Did he think she was someone he could bully anytime, anywhere? Did he even know that he was already married? She had no desire to have anything to do with him anymore.

Wang Hezhan had no idea what she was thinking. Holding her, he felt incredibly safe and fell into a deep sleep, inhaling her delicate fragrance.

As Xie Rongyue's rationality gradually cooled down, she heard his soft breathing.

She had slept for too long and couldn't fall asleep now. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at his handsome face, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

The eldest son of the Langya Wang clan attracted countless noble ladies who showered him with fruit and filled his carriage. When she first seduced him, she certainly had her own desires for him.

From initial manipulation to deep affection, she gradually fell for him. Their daily and nightly intimacy couldn't possibly be devoid of feelings, yet she knew deep down that he would never marry her.

She used his power, and he coveted her body, so she restrained herself and waited for them to go their separate ways.

But she didn't expect him to be so stubborn, unwilling to let go.

Time flies, and three years later when they met again, he still couldn't let her go.

A suffocating pain spread through her heart. She closed her eyes tightly, a resolute look flashing across them.

Time passed slowly, the mournful sound of the drum gradually faded into the distance, the full moon on the mountaintop slowly disappeared, and the golden sunlight rose from the horizon.

When Wang Hezhan regained consciousness, he found that the person in his arms was already dressed and sitting in front of the dressing table, with a slender waist, delicate shoulders and a narrow back.

He casually picked up the robe and put it on, then walked over and stood behind her. He looked at the beauty in the dim mirror, her willow-leaf eyebrows and delicate nose, her face as white as snow, her rouge as red, her eyes filled with autumn water, and upon closer inspection, he saw a hint of cunning.

Xie Rongyue noticed the person behind her, but didn't move. She silently put down the rouge.

Wang Hezhan picked up the snail-shaped ink from the dressing case and turned her around. She realized his action and immediately covered her face and backed away.

"Is it really necessary? I could eat you up."

She pouted, "Your drawing is ugly."

He immediately became dissatisfied, "Didn't you say it looked good before?"

That's because they didn't dare to tell him his skills were bad to his face, so they flattered him against their will.

Back when they lived in the villa, whenever she woke up and got ready, he would pester her to do it. If he was in a good mood, he would draw her eyebrows and style her hair, either pulling out a few strands of her hair or making her look like an ugly monster.

Wang Hezhan put down his makeup tools in displeasure and reached out to hug her.

Xie Rongyue paused, placed her hand on his chest, and looked at him seriously. "General, let's talk."