"You're kidding me!" Meng Zhao's voice rose in anger. "Then how did you do it before? Don't tell me you never did it!" She had seen Shen Qing washing the sheets early in the morning.
"I only need to think of you, and it will come out on its own." Shen Qinghe was not lying. He was not a lustful person. The few times he relieved himself, he would just close his eyes and think of Meng Zhao. The most outrageous thing he did was to stick her hairpin to his heart.
Meng Zhao's face instantly turned bright red, even her neck was tinged with pink: "Then keep thinking now!" She practically forced out these words through gritted teeth.
Shen Qinghe shook his head in pain, his long eyelashes, damp with sweat, trembling slightly: "I have been thinking about it, I have been thinking about it all along," he twisted his waist impatiently and pressed his head against Meng Zhao's neck, "But Zhao, it can't get out, please help me, okay?"
Meng Zhao felt she had never been in a more awkward situation in her life. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Do whatever I tell you to do, understand?"
Before Shen Qinghe could speak, Meng Zhao began to give him instructions, which Shen Qinghe followed in a daze.
Although he could close his eyes, he couldn't close his ears. Soon after, Meng Zhao heard his suppressed breathing, and his ears burned even more.
She didn't stay in the house the whole time, but went out from time to time to fetch water. It wasn't because she needed it, since there was enough water in the house, but to let people outside know that she really wasn't doing anything else.
Whenever Meng Zhao went out, Shen Qinghe would make some noise. Since she couldn't tie both of his hands, she had no choice but to go back inside. Whenever Shen Qinghe made overly suggestive noises or said anything vulgar or offensive, she would immediately cover his mouth with her hand.
As a result, several more red marks appeared on her wrists.
At first, she would struggle to pull her hand back, but later she found that even if Shen Qinghe was not in his right mind, he would never do anything more out of line unless she explicitly agreed. Gradually, she stopped caring so much about the warm, wet touch on her fingertips.
As night fell, Meng Zhao finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep by the edge of the bed. In her hazy state, she felt her body lighten, as if she were being carefully lifted up and placed on a soft bed.
"Hmm..." she hummed unconsciously, instinctively finding a comfortable position to continue her deep sleep.
The next morning, before Meng Zhao even opened her eyes, she gradually became more alert. She sat up abruptly and found that the bed beside her was empty. She breathed a long sigh of relief, pushed open the door, and saw Afu pacing back and forth in the courtyard.
"Madam Meng, you're awake." Afu rushed forward to greet her as she came out.
Meng Zhao rubbed his sore neck: "What time is it now? Where is Shen Qinghe?"
"Your Highness, it is already 9 AM," Afu replied respectfully. "Last night, after the master regained consciousness, he left with Wei Ze and Wei Ming, and specifically instructed me to stay here and watch over you."
"They left last night?" Meng Zhao frowned slightly. "Around what time?"
"Around 3:45 AM."
Meng Zhao pondered to herself, "Does that mean he left shortly after I fell asleep?" She pressed, "Do you know where he went?"
Afu shook his head: "The master didn't say anything, he only said that he would come back after finishing his important business."
Seeing that Afu's eyes were also dark and swollen, Meng Zhao told him to go and rest for a while. He would wait for Shen Qinghe to return in the house. This kind of thing happened as soon as he arrived in Huai'an, which showed that Huai'an was indeed very dangerous. It would be best to remind him as soon as possible.
After Afu left, she was about to wash up when she suddenly froze. After a whole night, there were still many red marks on her fingertips and wrists. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth. That damned Shen Qinghe, could it be that he took advantage of her while she was sleeping and gnawed on her hands like pig's trotters?
Filled with anger, Meng Zhao paced around the room several times, but couldn't find anything to pass the time. She could only sit there in a daze, feeling restless, frustrated by her relationship with Shen Qinghe. Before, she could confidently say she had no feelings for Shen Qinghe...
But when he recalled the anger that surged to his head when he heard a woman's voice coming from the room yesterday, and when he remembered his decision to stay even though he could have turned around and left, he was inexplicably drawn to it.
Not to mention, taking advantage of his unconsciousness, she mischievously ran her fingertips across his chest, enjoying the sight of him writhing uncontrollably in pursuit of her touch.
If you say you're not interested in him, you're just lying through your teeth.
Just as she was secretly worrying about how to deal with the pile of troubles that would follow, she heard footsteps lingering outside the door. Even through the door, Meng Zhao could recognize the familiar rhythm. Thinking about how much trouble this person had caused her, she became angry and shouted at the door, "What are you loitering about? Come in!"
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