Uncle Wang was slightly surprised: "Nothing? The sheets aren't dirty?"
Zhao Xiaohe: “…No.”
She thought for a moment and added, "Madam's room is very clean, and the trash can only contains some normal household garbage."
Uncle Wang was a little dazed. "Does that mean they sleep in the same bed every day and do nothing? Is it really not possible for the master..."
Zhao Xiaohe: “…”
She's just a servant, why are you telling her this?
In the afternoon, Uncle Wang asked the family doctor to check Song Li's physical condition under the pretext of a routine check-up.
Although the original owner's health wasn't frail, it was certainly somewhat weak, and her family doctor would regularly check her body. Song Li didn't think much about it and honestly cooperated with the doctor's examination.
After the family doctor left, Uncle Wang pulled him into a corner and questioned him mysteriously.
"My wife is in very good health and has no problems."
Since there is no problem with the woman, then there must be a problem with the man.
Uncle Wang felt that he had more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
At dinner time, Uncle Wang served Huo Siyuan, who was having a meal, a bowl of tonic soup that had been simmered for several hours. He also looked at him with a complicated and indescribable look, especially at the end, when he glanced at the area below the waist.
Uncle Wang said meaningfully, "Sir, this is a tonic soup prepared for you. Please drink more."
Huo Siyuan lifted the lid and took a look at what was inside. He paused for a few seconds holding the spoon.
He looked up at Song Li, who was eating happily across from him without noticing anything.
Song Li just picked up a piece of crispy lotus root. After meeting Huo Siyuan's deep gaze, his heart trembled inexplicably. He subconsciously put the lotus root that was about to reach his mouth into Huo Siyuan's bowl.
Song Li: "You eat it."
Don't stare at her as if you want to eat her, it makes people uneasy.
Huo Siyuan calmly lowered his head and ate the lotus root, then drank the soup brought by Uncle Wang without changing his expression.
At night, as usual, Song Li donned pajamas that were so conservative they only exposed her palms, ankles, and the area above her neck. She swiftly slipped into bed, quickly tucking the covers under her, one on each side. Then, she lifted her legs and rolled them up to hold the covers down over her feet, wrapping herself tightly like a silkworm. No one could find any flaws, no matter how hard someone looked.
"Good night, Huo Siyuan." After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep very peacefully.
Huo Siyuan, who witnessed the whole process: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a little helpless.
He turned off the light and the room was plunged into darkness.
Song Li only heard the rustling sound of people taking off clothes, and then the bed next to her sank, and Huo Siyuan lay beside her.
Song Li was now accustomed to lying with Huo Siyuan. She had thought that tonight would be over like this, but once Huo Siyuan lay down, he seemed a little restless and tossed and turned.
"Huo Siyuan, why don't you go back to your room and sleep!" Song Li couldn't sleep because of his noise, so he opened his eyes and turned to look at Huo Siyuan.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were open, and some faint light from outside slanted in through the windows. In the dim light, Song Li could only barely make out Huo Siyuan's outline.
He was panting and his forehead seemed covered with sweat.
Song Li met Huo Siyuan's eyes. His dark and deep eyes were frighteningly red, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Li was startled and subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead.
Huo Siyuan grabbed her wrist and Song Li found that his body temperature was frighteningly hot.
"Are you sick? You were fine just now. It's not contagious!" Song Li hurriedly tried to pull his hand back.
Huo Siyuan was fine with the first half of the sentence, but he was so angry that he almost laughed when he heard the last part.
He grabbed Song Li's wrist and turned over to pin her down.
Song Li was so excited that he stuttered: "What do you want to do so late at night?!"
Even though the light was dim, the burning flames in his eyes and the fierce look as if staring at prey were still clearly seen by Song Li.
She was a little flustered, struggling with her hands and feet to try to get Huo Siyuan off. Unfortunately, Song Li had wrapped herself up like a silkworm, which, while protecting her in some ways, also restricted her movements.
Huo Siyuan supported himself on the pillow with one hand and held down her struggling hands with the other.
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Song Li was held down by Huo Siyuan, and his scorching body temperature wrapped around him like a ball of fire. Even through the quilt, he could feel the terrifying heat.
Huo Siyuan held Song Li tightly in his arms, unable to break free. Huo Siyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking her from speaking.
Song Li was terrified, shocked, and angry. This untrustworthy man had promised to just sleep with her and not bother her. Sure enough, a man's words could be trusted, and even a sow could climb a tree!
Song Li struggled to slap his hand away, quickly turned her face away from his kiss, and shouted, "Huo Siyuan, stop! You promised me, stop now..."
Huo Siyuan stopped moving, and his heavier breathing sprayed into Song Li's ears. In the darkness, perhaps because he couldn't see clearly, his hearing and touch became more acute.
Song Li could feel that the man was looking at her with the dangerous eyes of a wild beast hunting its prey, with undisguised desire in his eyes, passionate and wanton.
"Ali, I feel uncomfortable..."
Huo Siyuan's voice was terribly hoarse at this moment, full of repression and pain.
Song Li: “???”
He gasped, his breathing a little unstable: "Uncle Wang put something in the soup tonight..."
Song Li felt like crying but had no tears. She recalled the soup that Uncle Wang had mysteriously served to Huo Siyuan during dinner. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now she wished she could go back to that time and knock over the bowl of soup with a palm.
"You knew there was something in it, and you still drank it?!"
"Uncle Wang is my elder, I don't want him to live up to his kindness..." Huo Siyuan rubbed Song Li impatiently.
Song Li: I don’t believe you!
"Ali, help me..."
Song Li: "How about you just rub yourself on the quilt to relieve yourself?"
Huo Siyuan: "..."
He felt that if he was not tortured to death by lust, he would die of anger first.
"Then go to the bathroom and relieve yourself. Don't you men know how to help yourself?"
Huo Siyuan took a deep breath, and unbearable heat and pain spread throughout his body. Desire was clamoring wildly from the bottom of his bones. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his slender fingers slid across Song Li's face with scorching temperature, carefully outlining her outline.
"Ali, Ali..."
Huo Siyuan could only call Song Li's name over and over again, his voice hoarse and sexy, with extremely suppressed madness.
Song Li covered his ears and acted like an ostrich, resolutely defending his innocence.
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