Chapter 120 is terrifying!

This was something she just couldn't understand.

Since I couldn't figure it out, I simply stopped thinking about it and suppressed this doubt in my heart, only letting it surge up from time to time.

In the evening, Ji Shu watched as Chunzhi brought out several delicate dishes to the table, steaming hot.

It was crab season, but the kitchen staff didn't know she couldn't eat them. Chunzhi looked at the plate of crabs and frowned.

"Young lady, let me take the crabs away. You are not fully recovered yet, and eating these will not help your wounds heal!" As she spoke, she prepared to put the crabs into the food box.

Steady footsteps sounded outside the door, and before the person even entered, a voice rang out: "What wound?"

Before he finished speaking, the person had already appeared in front of him. Pei Yanzhi stared intently at Ji Shu with his dark eyes, casually glancing at the dishes on the table.

"Are you injured?" He glanced at her, but didn't see any signs of bandaging.

Ji Shu nodded to Chunzhi, signaling her to go down first.

She then said, "It's nothing, I just scratched myself a little while pruning the flowers this morning." After saying that, she held out her hand for him to see, and there was a clear scratch on her delicate fingers.

Pei Yanzhi frowned. "Is there any medicine? You can just have your servants do this. Why do it yourself?"

Ji Shu smiled faintly, not responding to his words.

Changing the subject: "Wash your face and then eat!"

Seeing that she seemed unwilling to say more, Pei Yanzhi had no choice but to stop.

"Have you taken your medicine today?" Pei Yanzhi asked casually during the meal.

Ji Shu knew in her heart that, apart from Chunzhi and Lian'er, he cared most about her health, especially in bed, where he could always see his restraint and patience.

As if her body couldn't withstand his manipulation, she concealed her emotions. She had rejected him in the morning; how could she possibly fool him in the evening?

It wasn't that she was unwilling to talk about it; such a thing would be difficult for anyone to talk about, even if she had a terrible thought: perhaps his feelings for her were more than just possessiveness.

She dared not delve into the deeper layers of thought.

Seeing that she kept her head down and remained silent for a long time, Pei Yanzhi assumed that she was complaining about the medicine because she found it hard to drink.

He smiled helplessly, his tone tinged with coaxing: "Your body is still too weak, and you've had a fever for several days. If you don't take good care of yourself, I'm afraid you'll develop chronic illnesses in the future."

Ji Shu looked up at him and said, "Chunzhi watched me drink, she didn't slack off."

He smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

As night deepened, the two had dinner. Pei Yanzhi first went to his study to handle official business, while Ji Shu took a bath and changed clothes.

After washing up, as she lay in bed, Ji Shu touched the unmistakable scar on the inside of her thigh. It had just begun to scab over, and it would take at least ten days to half a month for it to fully heal.

That means it's best not to have sex for half a month. How can that be possible? According to that person's behavior, every time they did that, they wished they could fill the room with candles.

Ji Shu bit her lip. Unless the room was completely dark, she simply couldn't bear to be stared at like that...

When Pei Yanzhi returned from his bath, he walked to the bedside and casually wiped the water stains off his chest. He noticed that she was staring blankly at the gauze curtain.

Her cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush, which was quite captivating.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pinched her cheek. Ji Shu winced in pain and came to her senses. She saw that Ji Shu was about to get into bed with her chest bare.

Her cheeks flushed even redder instantly, and she said in embarrassment and annoyance, "Why aren't you even wearing any clothes?"

Pei Yanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since we're going to take our clothes off anyway, why bother?"

After saying that, he pulled her into his arms, and Ji Shu's cheek pressed against his tanned chest, the coolness and heat blending together.

The two shared a quilt, and Ji Shu often broke out in a light sweat from his heat, but the person next to her seemed completely oblivious.

Pei Yanzhi reached his large hand under the covers and said, seemingly casually, "I won't come anymore after tomorrow. You will leave through this door on your wedding day, so it won't be appropriate for me to come again."

Although Yongning Lane is a secluded alley, his identity means that he will inevitably be seen by others as he goes out early and returns late every day. In order to protect her reputation, she still needs to be discreet.

A strange feeling flickered in Ji Shu's heart, but it vanished in an instant. Sensing movement under the covers, she couldn't help but stir, her tone perfunctory: "Um... I know..."

Feeling his fingertips closely is like peeling back the layers of a bamboo shoot; in no time, not a single strand remains.

September is approaching, and it's not as hot as August, nor as desolate as after autumn.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, causing the silhouette on the candlelight to sway.

Ji Shu's pale arm nudged his shoulder, her brows furrowed: "Turn off the light!"

Pei Yanzhi patted his hand behind his back twice and chuckled softly, "So spineless? You're scared just because you're lighting a lamp?"

As she spoke, she held up her hand to show her. Ji Shu opened her eyes and looked at it, her face immediately turning even redder.

She said, feeling ashamed and indignant, "If you don't turn off the lights tonight, I'm going to sleep."

Pei Yanzhi looked into her eyes with a hint of interest, and spoke without any restraint, using vulgar language: "Let me calculate, once this morning, once tonight, and I can't come for the next few days..."

He leaned close to her delicate earlobe, his warm breath making her flinch sensitively: "Good Shuer, you calculate, how many times should you serve me?"

See, that's him. If you ask him to do something, he has to get it back with interest.

It's a real shame he didn't become a businessman!

Ji Shu lowered her long eyelashes, her heart filled with resentment, but her face remained impassive: "From now on, I will be with you every day, my lord. Are you satisfied with that?"

Pei Yanzhi smiled, leaned down and captured her lips, tightly enveloping her as she parted her mouth slightly, thoroughly consuming her.

Her nostrils were filled with his scent, and his kisses were hot and forceful, so forceful in bed that she could hardly resist.

Ji Shu struggled to get up, but he used his large, rough index finger to pull her fingers through his, pressing her tightly against the headboard, forcing her to entangle with him.

They kissed for an unknown amount of time, until Ji Shu's eyes became blurry, her head spun, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing that she couldn't breathe, Pei Yanzhi gently patted her back and cursed under his breath.

He glanced down and saw her cheeks burning red. He bent down and kissed her soft cheek, mischievously rubbing her naughty little thing, which made her cry out in pain.

Then, she gave his lips, which were glistening from his sucking, a comforting kiss, and said as if she couldn't wait any longer, "Wait, I'll go turn off the lights!"

As soon as she turned around, the room was plunged into complete darkness, and Ji Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

The man lifted the bed curtains, got into bed, and continued what he hadn't finished.

Ji Shu's slender fingers involuntarily slipped into his long hair, the freshly washed hair feeling as gentle as water to the touch.

His palms were calloused, and wherever they touched, the delicate skin was scratched painfully, but the man felt that the skin he casually stroked was as soft and smooth as a baby's.

Ji Shu's eyes were tinged with red, her hands gripped the blanket tightly, her fingertips turned slightly white, and in a dizzying moment, she was switched positions.

The sachet hanging from the corner of the bed swayed in the wind, and if you listened closely, you could hear some other sounds.

Just as Ji Shu was about to give up, Pei Yanzhi suddenly picked her up and carried her step by step to the tall bronze mirror next to the screen, where their figures were clearly visible.

Startled, Ji Shu tightened her arms around his neck. Pei Yanzhi's forehead veins bulged, and he took a deep breath before gently patting her back.

"hiss--"

What's there to be nervous about?

"Do you want your husband to die on top of you?"

Ji Shu slapped him hard across the mouth. What kind of "husband" and what kind of death did he dare to say!

Pei Yanzhi received a light slap on the lips, and in his anger, he laughed instead, forcefully pressing her against the mirror so she could watch how he would gradually crush her.

From the bed to the recliner, and from the bronze mirror to the window, I don't know how many times I went back and forth.

She was about to die! This was the last thought that flashed through Ji Shu's mind before she lost consciousness.

After all that fuss, Pei Yanzhi finally managed to put her on the bed. The room was a mess, but thankfully she didn't stay on the bed for long and was able to sleep for the night.

Seeing the lingering tear stains at the corners of her eyes, Pei Yanzhi's gaze darkened slightly. Perhaps he had been holding back for too long, this ordeal had left him feeling completely satisfied, as if he had just enjoyed a sumptuous feast.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, then turned around and walked alone towards the bathroom with lazy and leisurely steps.