Chapter 40 Chapter 40 "Hush, flowers bloom in the window."...
"Hmm." Sheng Puzhu was startled for a moment, groaned, and hurriedly pushed his shoulder with his hand.
The next moment, his waist felt tighter, and he was pulled into a cool embrace.
Xie Zhiyan held the back of her neck with his large palm, and placed his lips on the small bright red mole below her soft earlobe, slowly pressing down with force as if he wanted to eat her.
"Madam, you are reckless during the day and never learn your lesson."
"Do you think he should be punished?"
"Punishment... what punishment?" A faint wet mark appeared on Sheng Puzhu's plump lips. A few strands of her long hair were scattered in front of her forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
Because of his uneasiness, his voice was rather soft and lacked any confidence at all. The ending tone was drawn out, and there was a sleepy laziness in his tiredness.
Her half-closed almond-shaped eyes are like camellia, or even more like the bright moon in water, light, gorgeous, and overly brilliant. However, her bright eyes and white teeth hide an innocent look, which makes people want to bully her.
"Madam, you might as well take a guess." Xie Zhiyan chuckled softly, gently holding the soft little red mole at the end of the earlobe with the tip of his teeth, biting it lightly, with a captivating greed in his eyes.
"It hurts." Sheng Puzhu struggled.
"How can you learn your lesson if it doesn't hurt, Madam?" Xie Zhiyan slightly turned his body, lifted her slightly curled legs with his arms, and with a little force, he picked her up.
His feet made a dull sound as they stepped on the blue bricks. He held her in his arms with both hands, as if he wanted to hide her forever and rub her into his body.
"Thank you Zhiyan."
"what you do?"
Sheng Puzhu panicked and grabbed his arm tightly.
With her back pressed against the cold wall and her toes dangling in the air, he placed her on a rosewood table five feet above the ground.
Unable to gain any leverage, my legs dangled in the air, and my heart was in my throat.
Xie Zhiyan supported himself on her side with one hand and lifted her chin easily with the other. His fingertips were cold, and there was a hint of inhuman indifference in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"Xie Zhiyan, let me go." Sheng Puzhu's voice was trembling, but he still insisted on not giving in.
"Madam, you can act recklessly even when plum trees are slippery and dangerous."
"Why are you afraid of the height of this small flower table?" Xie Zhiyan did not intend to let her go. Instead, he lowered his voice, and his tone was dangerously hoarse.
"It's different." Sheng Puzhu turned her head and pressed her palms on both sides of the flower table. Her fingertips were so soft that she could hardly hold it steady.
"Why is it different?" Xie Zhiyan leaned over, his eyes darker, his cold fingertips pressed against her hot earlobe, and asked indifferently.
The tip of Sheng Puzhu's ear still felt numb from being bitten, and the room was so narrow that she had to squeeze her legs together just to sit still.
This height was enough to make her nervous in the dim night, not to mention that the man in front of her clearly looked like he wanted her to learn a lesson.
"There's snow under the plum tree. Even if he fell... it shouldn't be a big deal." Sheng Puzhu's back shivered. Her throat tightened. She smelled the scent of cypress mixed with soapberry on the other person, which made her inexplicably nervous.
"Madam, do you know how Xie Jiyan's leg was injured?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly approached, and his warm breath sprayed on her lips.
He lowered his eyes to look at her long, taut legs, and took a step forward viciously, pushing her knees apart openly.
Sheng Puzhu shook his head vigorously and didn't dare to speak.
Xie Zhiyan deliberately slowed his voice, looked into her trembling pupils, and said word by word: "Because of the enemy attack, he had no way to retreat and could only roll down the sand dunes in the desert. He ended up tripping over a dead branch and broke his leg."
The room was eerily quiet. Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to move. Behind her was a cold wall, and in front of her was a man's broad and tall chest. She could hear her own rapid heartbeat in her chest, mixed with Xie Zhiyan's shallow breathing.
"When I found him, I thought it was just an ordinary leg injury. The army has medical officers, and bone setting is a common method."
Xie Zhiyan lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on her rosy lips and small chin. His voice paused, and he said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that the doctor cured his leg, but he still can't walk."
"Because he was pierced in the lower back by a sharp rock hidden under the yellow sand."
“There’s snow in the plum garden, and while it may seem soft, there are always bits of gravel and dead branches that haven’t been cleared away.”
"My dear, I know I was wrong." Sheng Puju breathed softly. Because of fear, she instinctively reached out to hug his neck.
Xie Zhiyan didn't let her have her way. Instead, he pulled back and looked at her calmly and confidently, each word sounding like a warning: "So I hope Madam will remember this well."
The moment he finished speaking, he reached out his hand mercilessly, grabbed her shoulders fiercely, and pushed her backwards. Even the chance of resistance was strangled by his sharp gaze like a knife.
"Ah... wuwu." Sheng Puzhu screamed and fell backwards. Just as she was about to fall off the table, her waist suddenly tightened and she was locked firmly in the man's arms like an iron hoop.
Xie Zhiyan supported himself on her side with one hand, and with the other hand he stroked her neck which was tense due to fear, and gently stroked her neck half an inch upwards with his fingertips. Wet tears rushed to be rubbed into his rough fingertips.
A tiny whimper escaped Sheng Puzhu's lips, revealing endless grievance.
Her brows were furrowed, a faint red appeared at the corners of her eyes, her lower lip was bitten white by her teeth, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably under his palm.
"Are you angry? Are you?" Xie Zhiyan's hand slid down her waistline and stopped at her knees. His tone was finally no longer harsh, but his brows were still furrowed.
Sheng Puzhu didn't know what was wrong with her. All of a sudden, all kinds of grievances flooded her heart. Her thoughts were a little unclear, and she wanted to get a sense of security from him even more urgently.
She was not a crybaby, and the rosewood table was not very high.
But being treated so cruelly by him, even if he originally wanted her to protect herself, the girl's face and pride forced her to admit that sometimes, once the hard shell was broken, the softness inside could easily make her defeated.
"I'm not angry." Sheng Puzhu denied.
"Then why are you crying?" Xie Zhiyan asked.
"I didn't cry either." Sheng Puju's eyes became even wetter.
"How did you become so pampered?" Xie Zhiyan leaned down, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
He was brought up under the strict family rules of the Xie family. In fact, he had chosen what he thought was the most gentle way to deal with his wife's recklessness.
"Then please stop crying."
"I apologize."
Xie Zhiyan sighed softly, grasped Sheng Puzhu's slender wrist, and rubbed his thumb on her beating pulse. Suddenly, he lowered his head and said seriously, "Madam, you are a daughter of gold. You should not sit in a hall or stand on a dangerous wall."
“There are always times when I can’t make it in time.”
"Yeah." Sheng Puzhu responded in a muffled voice.
After a while, she reached out to pull him, as if silently surrendering: "My dear, please put me down, okay?"
Xie Zhiyan chuckled softly, lowered his head to stare at her soft fingertips tugging at his clothes, and reached out to press her into his arms.
"I'll protect you, you won't fall."
The room was silent, with only the sound of his fiery voice.
It was clearly a rejection, but the tender tone seemed to be able to coax people. At this moment, Sheng Puzhu felt like a pearl held in his mouth, with the soft and slippery tip of his tongue pressing against and holding between his teeth, and he could play with it as he pleased.
Sheng Puzhu moved her fingertips. Because she had been crying, she had no strength left in her body, and her straight back was already shaking.
She felt as if she was covered by a huge piece of silk cloth. The wet silk was wrapped in the coolness of dew, and the heat that seeped into her skin was just like the warmth of his body.
The body was suspended in the air, and seemed to be about to fall, but was easily and steadily held up by the rebellious hand.
"I shouldn't have climbed the tree so rashly. I admit my mistake." Sheng Puju's voice was broken and could dissipate in the air at any time.
Her soft palms grabbed his clothes, and the cold silk material was crumpled into a ball in her palms, just like her disordered breathing.
"This is to please you, not to punish you. What are you hiding from, Madam?" The moment the laces came loose, Xie Zhiyan hugged her tightly, leaving no gap between them.
"This is clearly a punishment... Woo..." Sheng Puzhu sucked in a breath of cold air, his voice trembling, and he quickly bit his lips.
The night was so quiet that she could even hear the sound of flower branches being broken by the falling snow outside the house.
The situation she faced was the same. Her soft and powerless waist was as easily broken as a flower branch. As long as the snow was heavy enough, she would sink into the snow and break into pieces.
Xie Zhiyan leaned over and placed his palm on the fragile skin of her neck, just touching it lightly without doing anything more excessive.
However, Sheng Puzhu's tense back continued to soften little by little, and his struggle became futile.
Because the snow was so heavy, he held her up high, as if she could touch the clouds at any time.
"This is not a punishment." Xie Zhiyan took over her words and looked at her with a very deep look.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't guess the emotions in his eyes. If she wasn't careful, she would fall into the bottomless darkness. The candlelight and moonlight reflected in his deep eyes at the same time.
"Thank you Zhiyan!"
"You were not like this before." Sheng Puzhu was worn out by him and forced himself to remain calm.
The trembling tone suddenly became hoarse and broken the moment the man's long fingers curled slightly, like the soft and pure snow outside the window that could melt into water at any time.
The occasional whimper didn't sound like dissatisfaction, but more like venting.
"Shh, Rosewood Flower is facing the window, please keep your voice down." Xie Zhiyan curved his thin lips, as if smiling, and made a gesture to her to keep quiet.
After a moment of silence, he looked at her seriously and asked, "What do you think of me, Madam?"
"I..." Sheng Puzhu couldn't say it at all.
She was forced to raise her head. Although his body was cold, she was forced to break out in a thin layer of sweat on this cold winter night. Even the corners of her eyes gradually became wet and she could not help but feel it.
It looked like her eyes were red from crying, but she knew that those were not tears from crying at all.
"Um?"
"Madam, you don't want to say it?" Xie Zhiyan endured it and pinched her thin waist with one hand, as if to lift her up.
Sheng Puzhu was both embarrassed and annoyed, but she was trapped in a small space by him and could not move. Her toes wrapped in silk stockings were curled up nervously.
She looked at him with misty eyes, biting her lip stubbornly. After a long moment, she accused him in a weak voice, "Where on earth did you learn these tricks?"
Little did he know that these words would only provoke a dark glint in his eyes: "The sea of learning has no boundaries, but the mountain of books has a path."
Xie Zhiyan tightened his arms slightly and said in a low voice, "A gentleman is studious, and the duty of husband and wife is my responsibility."
Sheng Puzhu saw that his forehead was almost touching the tip of her nose, and her confused soul seemed to be floating in the air. She seemed to have forgotten that she could struggle, and instead let Xie Zhiyan do whatever he wanted.
The candlelight flickered slightly, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall, entangled into a blurry dark color.
"Madam, are you satisfied with my pleasure today?" Xie Zhiyan's voice was hoarse, and his fingertips stroked the taut lines of her back.
"I..." Sheng Puzhu had just said one word when his body softened again. His clothes were clearly neat and tidy, without a single wrinkle.
But a pair of rebellious hands can drain all her soul at any time.
What you get is not satisfaction, but more emptiness.
She didn't know when it started, but he didn't really give her anything. She could clearly feel his extreme restraint and forbearance.
Those things that don't fit with her are often the heavy downpour that falls in the dead of night, or the faint breeze before the rain, or the loud thunder.
"It seems that Madam is not satisfied today." Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly.
"It's not like that." Sheng Puju felt unreal, and her body suddenly missed the things that she didn't like at the beginning, and every downpour he gave her that had always been unbearable.
"This isn't fair." She bit her tongue lightly and looked at him. In the confusion, her index finger accidentally touched his lips. Under the light, her fingertips reflected a circle of bright light.
"Well, tell me." Xie Zhiyan opened his mouth and took it in, circling his fingertips with the tip of his tongue until he heard a suppressed gasp and let it out.
"I am imprisoned like this by my husband. He has the best of both time and place and can do whatever he wants to me." Sheng Puzhu raised his head, his ears burning red, as if he had regained his sanity on the verge of death.
"So?" Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Sheng Puzhu stared into his eyes, her heart suddenly beating without warning. She forced herself to say, "Let me switch places with you, my dear."
"Sir, sit on the flower table and don't move."
"Okay." Xie Zhiyan didn't make things difficult for her.
The moment she finished speaking, the two of them changed positions.
Unfortunately, his legs were too long. At a height of five feet, if he wanted to, he could just lean forward a little and his feet would land on the ground.
Sheng Puzhu stood in front of the flower table, using almost all his strength, supporting himself with his hands on both sides of the table, looking up, and looking into the eyes of the even more arrogant man.
Xie Zhiyan said with a hint of meaning: "Please also ask Madam..."
He paused, his tongue against his teeth, his words revealing a deep meaning: "Do whatever you want to me."
The situation was worse than she had expected. Even if she stood on tiptoe, she could only barely reach his lower abdomen. The moment their positions changed, she was at a greater disadvantage.
"I……"
"I'm tired and going to bed."
Sheng Puzhu's eyelashes trembled. Now that she was free again, she had no intention of being obedient.
She made up her mind to turn around and run, but the moment she moved, Xie Zhiyan, as if he had anticipated it, reached out and grabbed her wrist with a little force.
Sheng Puzhu, whose limbs were already weak, was pulled back by him with force.
She couldn't stand steadily at all, and her body leaned forward, hitting his lower abdomen.
Sheng Puzhu froze in her tracks as she realized it belatedly. Feeling guilty, she whispered, "I didn't mean to do that."
The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of cypress nuts from Xie Zhiyan's body, and her cheeks were burning. The tip of her nose was hit, but it didn't hurt much, just like hitting a soft bone.
The room was filled with dead silence at this sudden accident.
They were both stunned at the same time, and time stood still.
The rustling sound of falling leaves outside the window could not hide the suppressed breathing of each other.
“…”
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