Song Juncai agreed without hesitation: "Okay, okay, we won't let that bastard go!"
"...My lady, will you let your husband go...?"
"Ugh! You haven't even taken a shower yet!"
...
While the two middle-aged men at the Song residence were burning with passion, the newlywed couple at the Marquis of Anding's residence seemed rather reserved and awkward.
Last night, after the people from the Marquis of Anding's residence left, the bedroom suddenly became quiet and deserted.
Song Xizhi recalled how He Yunze, upon learning of his brother's awakening, seemed to shatter, and how he left in a disheveled state.
She was happy, a happiness she hadn't felt in two lifetimes.
As long as He Jingyan remains unconscious, he will never know his own limitations and will continue to be smug and dream his own grand dreams.
I'm afraid there's nowhere to cry now.
After the person left, she stopped pretending.
Without a second thought, Song Xizhi withdrew her hand from He Jingyan's. Her body, which had been soft and delicate, slumped against He Jingyan's chest, was now sitting upright.
His resolute and strong demeanor was like that of a victorious general, as if he could pick up a sword and lead his troops into battle right now.
Feeling the softness in my palms suddenly disappear, even the temperature in my chest gradually cooled down.
He Jingyan lay half-reclined on the bed, staring at his empty palms. As his palms slowly closed, many inappropriate memories flashed through his mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became low and husky: "...Use and discard, is this Madam's consistent nature?"
He Jingyan spoke in a measured tone, then shifted his gaze to Song Xizhi's face, his eyes becoming intense and playful.
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