Chapter 25 The Little Thing Under the Pillow

"Hmm? Can Ning'er write?"

Xie Jinglan has always been indifferent to others, but he insists on getting to the bottom of things with her and wants to get to the bottom of everything.

Wen Ning raised her hand and gently covered his wrist, guiding his big palm down from the cheek.

Then she slowly flattened his curled fingers.

Xie Jinglan raised his eyebrows and let her do what she wanted, placing his palm obediently in front of her.

His palms were much larger than hers, with a thin layer of calluses covering his fingertips and palms, rough and warm. However, there was a hideous scar across his palm, which must have been left by a sharp blade piercing his flesh.

Wen Ning had seen many scars on his body, including knife wounds, arrow wounds, and even a heart wound that was almost fatal.

Even so, whenever I see this place, my heart still trembles.

She pursed her lips and moved her fingertips across her palms, causing a tingling sensation.

Xie Jinglan closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind following his fingers, and the words took shape in his heart.

It turned out that the word "no" was written!

He closed his palm and grasped her fingertips before she could retract them.

Then he curled his lips into a smile, "How dare you tease me like this? Tonight I will punish you by making you write my name three hundred times!"

Wen Ning followed him to the study.

Not only did he write his name, he also wrote down in detail the medicinal food he prepared on a daily basis and the method of pricking blood and sucking blood when the poison took effect.

One hand writes regular script, which is neat and smart.

"I haven't written for a long time, please don't despise me, my lord."

She looked up and saw him looking down at her.

Xie Jinglan picked up the piece of rice paper with his name written all over it and praised it, "It's so well written. You can tell it's been honed since childhood."

But when his eyes fell on the other pictures, a different meaning appeared in his eyes.

Wen Ning stood up and said softly, "It's because mother loves me. Although mother lives in the outer room, she has hired all the teachers that a lady in the mansion should have. That's why I have learned so much."

Xie Jinglan nodded, "Mother taught you very well."

He sat down in the large and stable sandalwood armchair, and with a stretch of his long arm, he made Wen Ning fall defenselessly into his lap.

"The Double Ninth Festival is coming in a few days. Would you like to go to the temple with me to pray for blessings?"

She placed her fingertips on his chest, and her heart tightened when she thought of the agreement with the old lady, but she forced herself to remain calm and nodded.

Xie Jinglan suddenly grabbed her fair neck, his eyes, which had just been smiling, suddenly turned cold. "Ning'er... do you still want to escape?"

Wen Ning took a deep breath, not daring to look him in the eye, and whispered softly, "I dare not!"

Xie Jinglan's eyes were tinged with a hint of anger, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "If that's the case, why did you write down the medicinal food and the blood-sucking method? Are you trying to escape again, or are you worried that no one will be able to relieve my poison in the future?"

Suddenly, his thoughts were revealed to her. Wen Ning felt her heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of her chest. "This is what I usually do. This is all I could think of at the moment, so I wrote it down."

Xie Jinglan lowered his eyes and stared at her, his narrow, long phoenix eyes filled with unfathomable depths. "Since it's for my own good, then so be it. But you must understand that I'm not a gentleman. If you dare to escape again, I won't mind punishing you in a more direct way..."

The big hand that was strangling her neck tightened slightly. Wen Ning felt pain, gasped, and then bit her red lips.

She seemed to wake up in an instant. Xie Jinglan has always been as cold as a lonely moon hanging in the sky. All the indulgence and concessions, tenderness and sweet words were the fangs that he put away for her because of the love affairs between men and women.

An ordinary man would not allow the woman beside him to run away, let alone the Marquis of Anyuan who killed people without blinking an eye.

The feeling of pressure from the knuckles made a burning blush spread uncontrollably across the little face.

He could feel the rapid beating of her neck pulse in his palm, and Xie Jinglan suddenly relaxed his strength, lightly stroking the back of her head with his slender fingers.

He realized that all his emotions lately seemed to be tied to her.

His usually cold and arrogant temperament also became complicated.

Just like now.

For her, it's neither pain nor punishment.

Wen Ning's breathing was still disordered, and a few light red finger marks had appeared on her snow-white neck. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and a tear was hanging at the corner of her eye, about to fall, making her little face look even more pitiful.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and she just wanted to live a peaceful life from beginning to end.

The two of them were very close, and the man's kiss naturally fell on the corner of the peach blossom eye, gently sucking away the tear.

Xie Jinglan felt that he could not control himself as long as he got close to her.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hooked his long arms around her waist, and with a hidden threat, he held her down on the low couch.

The floating light on the couch was disturbed, and the velvet embroidered pillow was pushed askew.

"No... My Lord, this is the study..."

The burning heat seemed like punishment, domineeringly occupying all her beauty.

Wen Ning couldn't argue, so she had to surrender slowly, softly and sobbingly.

The colorful candlelight falls on the two charming people.

Wen Ning's fingertips accidentally reached under the pillow and suddenly hooked out a piece of soft fabric.

As she was reluctant to accept it, a touch of soft spring scenery fell between them like fallen flowers.

The jade fingers lifted the fabric, and the sparkling eyes suddenly became clear.

This is... her underwear!

It was Xiaoyi who disappeared after the Marquis rescued her from Tang Zhu!

The lilac-colored dress had long lost its original crispness and was somewhat wrinkled from being rubbed repeatedly.

Her already blushing face suddenly became red.

"My Lord! How could you..."

The lingering tenderness was interrupted by this sudden little object. Even though Xie Jinglan's face remained calm, a thin layer of red spread across the tip of his ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Should I tell her that I suspected she had a similar body odor to another woman, so I used her underwear to investigate, and even thought they were the same person?

Or maybe, deep down in his heart, that woman is her, because there seems to be no room for other women in his heart.

Even if Xie Jinglan was unreasonable, he would still argue.

With a smile on his lips, he hooked his slender fingers around the string of the small garment and easily brought it back into his hands.

His large hand gently grasped her repeatedly, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Ning'er took it off and left it here herself. I was only keeping it for her. Why are you questioning me now?"

Wen Ning looked at the movements of his hands and shyly turned her face away. Her peach blossom eyes were naturally charming, but now they were filled with timidity and anger, like a little animal that had been severely bullied.

She angrily tidied her clothes and ran out of the study.

Watching her hastily fleeing figure, Xie Jinglan chuckled softly and said shamelessly, "Thank you, Ning'er, for sending me this sleeping aid..."

It's so infuriating that I want to stamp my feet.

Wen Ning ran back to the house in one breath. Nanny Xue was embroidering and looked up when she heard the noise.

Her face flushed red, even the tips of her ears were dyed red. Her collar was vaguely visible, revealing a snow-white neck, but on her creamy skin, there were several ambiguous red marks.