Chapter 34 Chapter 34 "If you can't get it, you will never forget it..."
The night was as dark as ink. The wind blew the broken snow into the corridor. The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the bluestone slabs was particularly dull.
Xie Jiyan's fingers resting on the wheelchair suddenly spasmed, his pale palms clenched into fists, veins bulged on his entire arm, and the pale blue blood vessels on the back of his hands twitched violently.
"Your legs hurt again?"
Xie Zhiyan pushed Xie Jiyan through the winding corridor. His voice was mixed with the north wind, and there was a coldness in his jaw. His profile under the light was sharp and almost transparent, only his eyelashes were as black as ink in the halo.
He bent down to pick up the velvet blanket that had slipped off Xie Jiyan's legs, and his fingertips accidentally brushed against his knees. His legs were as stiff as rocks under the blanket, and because of the unbearable pain, his atrophied leg muscles trembled uncontrollably.
"Brother, you worry too much."
"Compared to the initial hardship, this little pain is nothing."
Xie Jiyan had cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and his bony wrist bones were exposed under his sleeves. He clenched his back teeth, and the tip of his tongue could taste the smell of blood, but his face still had a faint smile.
The wheelchair jerked to a stop.
The lights in the corridor flickered. Xie Zhiyan rested his knuckles on the wheelchair armrests, tapping them gently. His voice was calm, "It's cold this winter, though not as chilling as the winter winds at Yumen Pass. But if you continue to be seriously ill, your grandmother will be worried."
Xie Jiyan raised his head slightly and stared at the dark night sky. Every hideous scar on his body was clamoring.
At this moment, he seemed to be back to two years ago, when the sandstorm at Yumen Pass almost buried him, with wolves in front of him and pursuers behind him. When he was on the verge of death, he was dragged out from under the yellow sand.
The moment the fresh air filled my mouth and nose, pain emanated from every joint of my body, including my broken leg bones and torn body.
"Brother shouldn't have saved me back then."
"If I were dead, I wouldn't be hanging on like this, begging but unable to... well."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Xie Jiyan raised his head in pain, and the veins on his neck bulged.
Xie Zhiyan reached out, pressing his cold palm against his knee with silent force. From a distance, it looked like he was slowly brushing away the nonexistent dust on the carpet for him: "You can't get what you want?"
At the moment of exploding pain, Xie Zhiyan's clear and sweet voice was very low, but like a blunt knife, it slowly and cruelly cut through those deliberately hidden secrets: "Oh, I don't even know what you want?"
Xie Jiyan coughed violently, his eyes bloodshot. "If on the day of my brother's wedding... you knew that the person I told you I loved at Yumen Pass was..."
He paused, and with all his strength he said, "Brother, are you willing to give in?"
Give in?
At first, Xie Zhiyan didn't understand the abnormalities of Xie Jiyan today, but now that things had come to this, how could he not hear the deeper meaning in Xie Jiyan's words.
"No." He didn't hesitate. As soon as he thought of that possibility, his eyes darkened and a rare gloomy emotion crept into his eyes inch by inch.
The night wind suddenly blew, causing the lanterns in the corridor to sway violently.
Xie Zhiyan slowly stood up, darkness enveloped the two of them, and long shadows dragged on the ground.
He turned his head to the side, his eyes indifferent and filled with a cold warning, looking down at the man in the wheelchair: "If there is a next time, I will not let you off easily."
Xie Jiyan's pale fingertips stroked the armrest of the wheelchair. He pursed his lips and suddenly chuckled softly, "Brother probably doesn't love her."
"After all, everyone in the mansion knows that her favorite fruit in winter is fresh pomegranates from the branches. If you don't even know this, how can you talk about love?"
"If you don't love me, why are you not willing to let me go?"
"You are a gentleman. A gentleman does not take away what others desire, nor does he take what others long for."
Xie Zhiyan looked down at him, a cold light in his eyes: "She is my legally married wife."
"What if I insist on fighting?" Xie Jiyan lowered his head, gasping for breath, as if he had used up all his courage in his life to roar out.
"Dream on." Xie Zhiyan sneered, his impeccable facial features still showing a gentle smile.
No one knew what Xie Zhiyan was thinking at this moment, his eyes were cold and proud.
When Xie Zhiyan stepped into the inner room, Sheng Puzhu was reclining on the bed, her half-dried black hair spread on the soft hibiscus red pillow. The tent was fumigated with incense, and it had the sweet scent of goose pear.
"It's still early, why don't you stay a little longer, my dear?" Sheng Puzhu hurriedly hid the notebook in which he was reading the key plot.
Xie Zhiyan stared at her quietly, and after a while asked, "Madam, do you want me to stay longer?"
Sheng Puzhu shook his head: "Not really, it's just that he looks a little pitiful. If someone could talk to him more, he would probably be happier."
"Madam, are you feeling sorry for him?" Xie Zhiyan raised the corners of his lips. He was clearly smiling, but there was no joy in his eyes.
Sheng Puzhu was slightly stunned, not quite understanding his strange behavior. She nodded honestly, "It's not that pitiful, but I didn't expect that the pomegranates I got from my grandmother a few years ago were all distributed from his yard. After all, people are always soft-hearted."
"That's right."
"Where are the pomegranates that Grandmother asked you to save for me at the banquet just now?"
"Just now there were so many people around, and I was being watched by several sisters, so I didn't dare to eat more."
Xie Zhiyan suddenly bent down and rubbed Sheng Puzhu's snow-white ankles with his fingertips. His strength was not strong, but his expression was full of deep scrutiny. "Madam, are you worried about me?"
Sheng Puzhu bit her rosy lips with her pearly teeth, raised her head, and said seriously, "Bai Ri Qingshu brought a basket of pomegranates here, but you only left one for me. In the end, I didn't even get to taste it."
"At the dinner banquet, I only ate a few pomegranate seeds. If I can't taste something I've been thinking about, I'll miss it even more."
Xie Zhiyan tilted his head slightly: "Really?"
"Then find a way to forget it."
In the bathroom behind the screen, the sound of water gradually appeared.
Sheng Puzhu blinked in confusion. He had just said half of his words, so why did he turn around and leave?
An unknown amount of time had passed before Sheng Puzhu, listening to the sound of the night watch, fell asleep while holding the cloth tiger in his arms.
Suddenly, the bed sank slightly and she was enveloped by cold water vapor.
Xie Zhiyan held her slender waist with his palms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to press her into his body.
His knees pushed against each other, and the damp fabric slid out with a slight friction sound: "Madam."
Sheng Puzhu hummed sleepily and hugged the cloth tiger tightly in her arms. She unconsciously wanted to shrink under the brocade quilt, but Xie Zhiyan picked her up along with the quilt.
"My dear?"
Sheng Puzhu woke up from her sleep, Xie Zhiyan's lips were pressing against her neck. He clasped her wrists tightly with one hand and lifted them above her head, while with the other hand he was slowly untying the ties of her dress.
"Um."
"Madam, are you awake?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly bit her earlobe, and his palm moved down from her bent knee to her slender ankle, and suddenly lifted it up with force.
"What are you doing, my dear?" There was still a bright candlelight in the room, which made Xie Zhiyan's eyes slightly deeper, and he did not hide the lust in them.
But he just reached out and hugged her tightly, without even loosening the brocade quilt wrapped tightly around her.
Unlike Dunlun before, after blowing out the candles, he would let her lie flat on the bed and patiently take off her clothes bit by bit.
But tonight was completely different. The room was brightly lit, illuminating every expression on her face.
"Please blow out the candles." Sheng Puzhu struggled to push Xie Zhiyan away, but her toes accidentally kicked his lower abdomen, which startled her so much that her whole body trembled. Her jade-colored dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large area of snow-white skin on her chest.
My heart is beating fast and my breathing is getting heavier.
"lady."
"Forget the pomegranate, how about eating something else?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly reached out and stuffed the cloth tiger made of coarse linen on the bed into Sheng Puzhu's arms.
The coarse cloth just happened to rub that place. The eyes made of black jade were cool and round, and they touched the equally round ones. It seemed unintentional, but it was deliberately rubbed several times.
Sheng Puzhu gasped and twisted her waist to avoid him. Xie Zhiyan was very strong, so he chuckled softly, "Didn't Madam say that she wanted to hold me while I sleep at night?"
Sheng Puzhu suppressed a sob and said, "I...I don't want to be hugged like this."
"How do I hold you?"
"Here?" He smiled and loosened one hand, and the cloth tiger fell down several inches, with its cold eyes facing downwards, pressing against her most sensitive skin. Her toes curled up and she arched her back in shock.
"you……"
"Asshole!"
"How can this be?"
Sheng Puzhu opened her eyes wide in confusion, and indignantly reached out to pull the brocade quilt higher around her waist. "Xie Zhiyan, where are the rules engraved in your bones?"
Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything, but instead did what he wanted to do even more silently.
Sheng Puzhu felt like he was going crazy, driven mad by his excessive tolerance and overly reckless methods.
He had clearly just finished bathing, and his clothes were neatly tied, not even the laces were askew, but his pair of mischievous hands teased her so boldly and excessively, as if he wanted to push her to the highest cloud little by little.
Sheng Puzhu opened her red lips slightly, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
She was lifted up by Xie Zhiyan, and a lovemaking session was brewing.
"Madam, your body is hot, so you shouldn't eat too much pomegranate."
"If you want to eat it in the future, I'll pick it for you, okay?"
Sheng Puzhu blinked her wet eyes and hugged his neck tightly with one hand. Her emotions were hooked and she felt high in the clouds. She wanted a warm rain, but he was unwilling to give her even a drop.
There was no pomegranate in her mind. They were all buds, but they would not bloom without rain.
"My dear."
"I don't want pomegranates."
Sheng Puzhu tilted her head back, her snow-white neck resting on Xie Zhiyan's shoulder. The two of them were like embracing mandarin ducks. As he gradually increased the intensity of her movements, and then suddenly relaxed them, she almost couldn't breathe several times.
“No pomegranates.”
"Then what does Madam want?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes, put his lips on her beautiful earlobe, and asked softly.
Sheng Puju didn't know what she wanted. She felt a great emptiness in her body. It was a strange feeling she had never experienced before, the itchy pain from being crushed by his fingertips.
"I don't know." Her eyes were wet, and the thin layer of sweat had soaked her clothes at some point.
"Go ahead."
"Madam must know." Xie Zhiyan suddenly lowered his body, looked into her misty and watery eyes and smiled softly. The evil that was hidden deep in his bones by etiquette began to sprout and grow little by little.
"I think."
"I want my husband to give me..."
"A rain." Sheng Puzhu whimpered. Not only her eyes, but even the cloth tiger in her arms was soaked.
Xie Zhiyan's fingertips brushed across her blushing cheeks. In the heat of the moment, his voice was hoarse and he seemed to be smiling.
"lady."
"A pomegranate is not as delicious as my husband."
"It's a joke if you can't get it and can't forget it."
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