But the woman continued her actions.
He Jingyan could clearly feel those delicate hands, as light and agile as a playful little fish swimming down from his chest.
Little by little, her tiny fingertips were rubbing and stroking in circles.
Despite being unable to see or move, He Jingyan's senses were exceptionally clear at that moment.
On the utterly silent bed, only the woman's soft breathing could be heard. Her burning gaze was probably always fixed on him, watching everything about him.
Thinking of this, the veins on He Jingyan's neck throbbed, and his whole body tensed up instantly, even his muscles trembled slightly.
So audacious! So reckless!
He Jingyan wished he could get up immediately, grab those mischievous little hands, pin her against his body, and demand an apology for how dare she do that.
But he was unable to move and could only accept his fate.
As he watched helplessly as the woman's hands slowly moved downwards, peeling away his clothes bit by bit, He Jingyan's lower body tensed, and his breathing became heavy in an instant.
He gave up resisting, cleared his mind of all his chaotic thoughts, and held his breath.
This was He Jingyan's silent resistance; he had always believed in his own composure, which he was so proud of.
We will never let those lecherous men get their way.
His consciousness was fading, but he could still hear a woman's soft chuckle, her playful voice so close, as if it were right next to his ear:
"Why has my husband lost all self-control?"
"He was even more out of control than on his wedding night?"
As Song Xizhi spoke, he didn't let go, and secretly pecked his bright red lips again:
"Your whole body is all rosy, I really want to... take a bite."
Feeling the soft touch of her lips, He Jingyan's scattered consciousness returned in an instant.
When he realized how he had been so shamelessly manipulated by the woman in front of him, and how his body had lost all control, he was instantly filled with shame and indignation.
Divorce! We must divorce him once he wakes up!
No, not a divorce! It's a separation from your wife!
Such coercion leaves him with no dignity as a man.
But Song Xizhi suddenly made no further move.
He Jingyan felt her pointed chin rest against his collarbone, her voice soft and warm:
“I saw all the money you saved for me today; it’s as big as two courtyard houses.”
He Jingyan was startled.
His secret stash of money?
They were all discovered? Not a single one was left?
Before he could recover from this shocking event, he felt scalding water dripping from his neck.
One drop, then another.
Those were tears.
Realizing this, He Jingyan froze.
"My husband, I never knew that a husband could be so good to his wife."
The woman's voice was hoarse as she pressed her cheek against his chin, her voice muffled like that of a weary cat.
He Jingyan's heart skipped a beat, and even his breathing slowed down for a moment.
He was somewhat flustered, and also somewhat resentful.
He blamed himself for overthinking things, saying he wanted to divorce his wife.
He Jingyan felt a mix of emotions, and then Song Xizhi continued, "Husband, I really love you and your money. You must wake up soon and don't let them bully me."
Feeling the soft lips, which slowly kissed down his neck, with fine beads of sweat running down his face, He Jingyan finally gave up all resistance.
He didn't want to think about anything anymore; he just wanted to sink into depravity with her.
On his wedding night, he was unconscious and knew nothing.
From that night on, he knew this woman was his wife.
If she tries to escape in the future, she won't be able to.
...
Finally, with the arrow on the bowstring, He Jingyan felt the woman about to roll over onto him, his breathing became heavy, and his whole body became sensitive.
But the next moment, he heard a crisp snapping sound.
He Jingyan's heart jumped in an instant.
Then came the woman's gasp: "Oh dear! My back!"
The enchanting atmosphere froze in an instant.
Song Xizhi felt a sharp pain in his lower back and collapsed heavily onto the bed, like a small mountain collapsing.
She lay on He Jingyan's chest for a long time before finally resigning herself to her fate: "I was so overwhelmed by all the choices in the courtyard, and I spent too long counting the gold and silver treasures. My back can't take it anymore!"
Feeling He Jingyan's burning body temperature and wildly beating heart, she patted his lower abdomen somewhat guiltily:
"Fine, fine, I'll let you off the hook tonight."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the man beside her suddenly heave his chest, looking very angry.
Song Xizhi was a little surprised. He looked up at He Jingyan again and saw that he was lying heavily on the bed. Although he was lifeless, a layer of pink mist was floating on his body.
It looks very tempting.
Song Xizhi hesitated for a moment, weighed his aching back, and then lay back down on his own: "Forget it, you're not conscious or feeling anything anyway, so just bear with it."
"You won't get angry, so I won't make things difficult for myself..."
She was so tired today that Song Xizhi's voice grew weaker and weaker as she spoke, and she fell into a deep sleep before she could finish speaking.
He Jingyan lay silently on the bed, feeling the woman holding him tightly beside him, and his breathing became steady.
Her skin was pressed against his, and her breath sprayed onto her neck.
He Jingyan felt as if his body was burning hot, like a branding iron.
He was on the verge of madness.
He Jingyan didn't sleep a wink all night, his heavy breathing filling the air.
Meanwhile, at Guanyunxuan on the other side, the atmosphere was equally sweet.
Today is He Yunce's first day on duty at the Secretariat.
By evening, Song Ruoan had composed herself and was waiting for He Yunce at the door.
"Husband, husband!" Song Ruoan's eyes lit up as soon as she saw He Yunce.
She quickly helped him undress and poured him a cup of hot tea: "Husband, how do you feel on your first day on duty?"
He Yunze sensed Song Ruoan's nervousness and chuckled inwardly.
It wasn't just his first time on duty.
In his previous life, he served in the Secretariat every day and was the highest-ranking official in the Secretariat. He had done things like today's a thousand times before, and no one could find fault with him.
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