Her only two intimate encounters with Xie Lang were once when she was drunk and once on a night when no one knew about it.
Wen Hemian could treat these two incidents as youthful impulsiveness and recklessness, and could keep quiet about them afterward, pretending that nothing had happened.
However, this time it didn't work.
When Xie Lang was lucid, he blatantly tore apart the thin, almost imperceptible barrier between them with his actions, perhaps also to tell her that there was no going back, that everything was irreversible.
It was Wen Hemian who taught him to grow up, it was she who sent him to learn martial arts, and she watched him grow up little by little. Now, this rebellious wolf cub finally couldn't help but stick out his fangs at her.
Their lips met, enveloped in a faint, peculiar fragrance. The force was intense, grinding across their lips as if in a cathartic act, leaving Wen Heming almost breathless.
She realized the anger lurking within Xie Lang, and felt almost completely enveloped by his burning aura. Seeing that she couldn't push him away, she finally hardened her heart and bit back.
Xie Lang winced in pain, and Wen Hemian seized the opportunity to push him away, raising her hand to block him from getting any closer.
Her breathing became uneven, and her voice trembled slightly: "Xie Lang... do you know what you're doing!"
Xie Lang did not speak immediately.
His dark and deep gaze fell on Wen Hemian.
Because of the kiss just now, her lips were still red, soft and moist, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, making them look inexplicably beautiful. Her usually calm and composed eyes were now misty with tears, whether from anger or something else, her eyelashes were trembling slightly.
They make people think they're easy to bully.
But Xie Lang knew that she was not as easy to bully as she appeared on the surface.
Wen Hemian waited for a long time without receiving a reply, and the situation at this moment was truly difficult to describe. She turned her head away, avoiding the other person's gaze.
Just then, a low chuckle was heard: "Of course I know what I'm doing."
“I am very clear about it, and I understand it very well.”
Xie Lang's voice was calm, with a hint of coldness. He lowered his gaze, his fingertips resting on the woman's cheek, gently caressing it. His voice suddenly deepened at the end: "...I have never forgotten."
"I waited for you to return to the capital with high hopes, but what did I get in return?... I got the news that you had already planned your own death, and that you fell off a cliff right in front of me..."
"Wen Heming, have you ever considered my feelings even a little bit?"
If all the previous speculations could be considered coincidences, then the moment Wen Hemian appeared, they were all confirmed.
Xie Lang felt as if a raging fire was burning in his chest, with nowhere to vent it, yet he couldn't bear to let the person in front of him get hurt.
This was the only way he could make Wen Hemian realize just how badly he was living.
"You promised... you'd stay with me..."
Feeling the cool liquid falling on her neck, Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment. She came to her senses and suddenly realized that it was Xie Lang crying.
"I just..."
After thinking for a long time, Wen Hemian still couldn't come up with a way to explain.
There's no way to explain it.
Xie Lang has already told everything.
The trip to Jianghuai was indeed an accident, but it is true that she also orchestrated her own death.
When an emperor first assumes power, there are many restless people in the court. Xie Lang needs a reason to purge them, and coincidentally, she also needs a reason to leave. So she went with the flow and did just that.
Who would have thought that the system would bring me back a few years later?
She sighed: "Wouldn't it be better to just be a good emperor?"
Xie Lang stared at her with reddened eyes, saying slowly and deliberately, "No, not good."
It's not good at all.
She wished him a long life and that spring would come to him every year.
But after she left, how could I ever hope for spring again?
Wen Heming hadn't stopped biting, and Xie Lang's lip was actually bitten. He didn't seem to care much, his chest burning hot, trapping Wen Heming firmly between him and the bed.
Wen Hemian had never faced such an embarrassing situation, let alone with her own student. She slowly calmed down and thought: "Let go. Are you planning to keep me trapped here forever?"
She felt guilty, but that didn't mean she would give herself away.
Xie Lang's actions were indeed somewhat excessive.
Upon hearing this, Xie Lang continued to laugh, his tone soft as if he were pleading, "It's not impossible, but will Han Shuang be angry?"
The stark contrast between the two left Wen Hemian stunned, and a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in her heart: "Xie Lang, are you crazy?"
Xie Lang raised his lips, not ashamed, but proud: "Yes, I am going crazy."
His voice was low and slow, and he had maintained the upper hand ever since they met again, but now it trembled slightly: "Didn't you think of that?"
Wen Hemian was completely speechless.
Didn't she think about it? What she wanted.
You could even say that this was the final straw that made her decide to leave.
Even earlier, she had already glimpsed Xie Lang's deep-seated obsession and desires, and not wanting him to be trapped in a relationship destined to be unrequited, she decided to let time wear him down.
In retrospect, it was a complete and utter failure.
Wen Hemian blinked, and after a long while, she finally said slowly and softly, "I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear your apology."
Xie Lang's voice was somewhat cold and hard. He finally sat up and released Wen Hemian.
His gaze remained fixed on Wen Hemian without ever leaving her, his eyes still slightly red, giving him a somewhat infatuated look.
"You must have heard the rumors circulating in the capital; I am indeed a tyrant."
Xie Lang smiled enigmatically.
“I know that the Grand Tutor is skilled in martial arts and has a way to break free of his chains and leave, but there are people in the Prince’s mansion that you care about, and they may not be able to escape unscathed.”
Feeling too passive just now, Wen Hemian quickly stood up and leaned back to create distance between them. Hearing these words, her heart sank. She stared at Xie Lang as if he were a stranger: "Is Your Majesty threatening me?"
It's so different now. The child who used to be so sweet and gentle is now speaking these cold words with a blank expression. The sense of oppression and intimidation is too strong. Even someone as calm as Wen Hemian is a little unsure of what to do.
Xie Lang looked away: "It's just the truth. As long as you stay by my side, I won't make things difficult for them."
Xie Lang never denied his despicable nature. He knew Wen Hemian was soft-hearted and cared about the people around her. He knew that these qualities were enough to keep her.
But at the same time, he felt an overwhelming jealousy. Why could others keep her, but he couldn't?
Two conflicting emotions were intertwined, almost driving him insane.
Xie Lang lowered his voice: "Lai Xi is here, along with a whole group of people from the palace, at your disposal..."
He paused, then said, "As long as you don't think about leaving me, anything is fine."
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