As night fell, the windows of the side courtyard where Su Muyan lived reflected the flickering candlelight.
The shadows of trees sway on the window lattice.
The night wind blew gently, and the thick clouds covered half of the moonlight.
Su Muyan had just come back from a shower and was now wearing a semi-transparent gauze nightgown. She was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, wiping the ends of her hair which had not yet completely dried.
Suddenly there was a strange noise coming from the window.
Su Muyan turned her head alertly and looked over, and shouted coldly: "Who's there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the window being pushed open and a figure climbing in through the window. In the candlelight, the person's very familiar face came into view.
With the same infatuated smile as always: "Sister Yanran, it's me."
"Miss, do you have any instructions?" Bizhu's voice came from outside the house.
Su Muyan quickly raised her voice and replied, "It's okay."
Her gaze fell back on the man who suddenly broke in. She stood up vigilantly, her eyes full of disgust.
She lowered her voice and shouted angrily, "Cousin, please respect yourself! This is my boudoir, get out!"
Zhao Ju closed the window and walked closer to her. "Cousin, why are you so heartless? We've already had physical contact during the day. I came here tonight to ask if you are willing to marry me."
Approaching her, Zhao Ju suddenly grabbed her wrist with force, and his eyes saw through her gauze nightgown to her pink undershirt with white petals embroidered on her chest.
The vague scenery of lakes and mountains reveals itself, which arouses people's imagination.
Zhao Ju's eyes gradually turned into a passionate light. He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "As long as you say you are willing to marry me, I will come to your house to propose marriage in person tomorrow."
When Su Muyan noticed where his gaze was falling, her whole face turned red in an instant.
"Let go!" Su Muyan shook him off with all her might, her eyes filled with anger and shame. "I don't need you to take responsibility. Let's just pretend that nothing happened today."
Hearing this, Zhao Ju's face darkened and he said in a stern tone, "How can that be? I, Zhao Ju, have always acted in an upright and honest manner. Since I have touched you, I must take responsibility."
"Responsible?" Su Muyan's cold gaze fell on his face, and she sneered, "You broke into a woman's bedroom at night, why don't you think about whether this behavior is fair and aboveboard?"
Zhao Ju lowered his head and continued to approach her, their toes almost touching. Su Muyan hurriedly stepped back.
Zhao Ju grabbed her waist, and there was obvious jealousy in his crazy eyes: "Su Muyan, are you still thinking about Xiao Yunchen?"
Su Muyan was pressed closer and closer by him, her lower back pressed against the dressing table, her soft waist bent backward inch by inch until the back of her head hit the bronze mirror, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.
The man's hot breath mixed with the soapy scent of her body after she had just showered.
Su Muyan turned her head in panic, and the hot breath sprayed on her fragile and sensitive neck.
Zhao Ju's voice was tinged with lust. "Unfortunately, he already has a wife, and he dotes on her very much. He doesn't have you in his heart, let alone marry you!"
"I don't care!" Su Muyan struggled, but her body was pressed down by him.
Su Muyan panicked and whispered a warning: "If you don't let go, I'll call for help."
"Go ahead and shout, let everyone know that you have an affair with me, then you will have no choice but to marry me." Zhao Ju was fearless.
Su Muyan raised her hand to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist and held it behind her back.
He pressed her body tightly against the dressing table, unable to move at all.
Zhao Ju's crazy love was like a mountain peak, trying to break through the clouds to be seen by his goddess. He wanted his goddess to feel that he existed for her.
He wanted the goddess in his heart to touch him and pamper him.
Warm fingertips gently caressed Su Muyan's cheeks, which were flushed with shame and anger, and slid across her small earlobes and her white and fragile neck...
Zhao Ju said with reluctance: "What's wrong with me?"
"Ever since I first saw you under the peach tree in Jiangbei Prefecture when I was fourteen, you have been all I have dreamed of..."
He moved his fingers downwards, becoming increasingly wanton, his voice growing lower and lower, filled with twisted infatuation: "In my dream, you were crying in my arms, begging me to... love you..."
Su Muyan took advantage of his relaxed expression and suddenly pushed him away.
“Bang!”
Su Muyan slapped him with all her might, her eyes filled with shame and anger: "Shameless! Obscene!"
Zhao Ju tilted his head slightly after being slapped. He touched the burning and numb side of his face with the tip of his tongue and chuckled, "Well done."
He grabbed Su Muyan's wrist again, the fanatical light in his eyes increasing instead of decreasing: "But the more you do this, the more I want you."
Su Muyan was so angry that she was shaking all over.
She knew that with Zhao Ju's shameless and scoundrel character, if she had any connection with him, this man would never let her go easily!
Su Muyan felt panicked and helpless, but her tone was fierce: "Zhao Ju! If you dare to touch me today, I swear! I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Zhao Ju stared at her expression at this moment, then suddenly loosened his hand, took a step back, and smiled wickedly: "Okay, I'll wait."
"But, Sister Mu Yan, you have to understand that no one in this world will love you more than I do. The man who loves you the most and only you can be is me, Zhao Ju."
After saying that, he turned over and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.
Su Muyan collapsed on the round stool beside the dressing table in an instant, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes fixed on the window.
"Zhao Ju..." She said bitterly, "If you want me to marry you, you have to die!"
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