Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Madam draws me?
Sheng Puzhu was stunned, her eyelashes trembled, and the tips of her ears suddenly turned an alluring rouge color.
Xie Zhiyan pronounced each word clearly in his low voice, especially when he slowly uttered the word "Dingding". His face, which seemed cold and emotionless, and the moment when he lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, aroused countless delusions in her heart.
As the breath passed by her nose, she felt as if she was back to yesterday.
Before nightfall, he pushed her so hard that she couldn't bear it, and he kept doing it until dawn, unwilling to let her go.
A seemingly gentle and upright person, yet he can speak obscene words as if it were a matter of course.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't stand his overly calm gaze. She hesitated to speak, but finally softened her voice and glared at Xie Zhiyan, "My dear, you're becoming more and more unruly now."
Xie Zhiyan lowered his head, chuckled, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you come up with, Madam?"
"Why are there no rules?"
Sheng Puzhu was speechless. This man had too many criminal records. She was not sure whether she was thinking in the wrong way or if this was what he meant.
Whenever she thought of the scene from last night, her cheeks would turn red uncontrollably. How excessive this person was last night, but when he got up from the bed, he pretended to be innocent and turned into a handsome gentleman again.
His slightly upturned phoenix eyes, which were innocent and deep, looked very serious when he looked at her. There was no trace of Meng Lang's domineering and unrestrained expression at night.
Sheng Puzhu knew that she was no match for the other party in terms of tactics, so she simply pursed her lips and did not answer.
Xie Zhiyan slowly flipped through the album on the table from beginning to end. Although he didn't look angry, his slightly lowered lips and the smile that didn't reach his eyes showed that he actually cared a lot.
He tilted his head, and his warm lips bit lightly on the already red earlobe, the tip of his tongue almost touching it. "This picture is indeed not very good."
"Madam, you like to admire it, but what's the fun in painting irrelevant people?"
As Xie Zhiyan spoke, he picked up a strand of her hair with his fingertips and entangled it with it, as if he had accidentally offered a very pertinent suggestion. His voice deliberately lowered by two degrees, and he said with temptation: "Madam, wouldn't it be better if you painted me?"
Sheng Puzhu thought he had misheard and was unable to react for a moment.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Xie Zhiyan's eyes suddenly darkened. He lifted her chin with two fingers, and his fiery gaze lingered from her trembling eyelashes to her slightly swollen lips.
"Madam is unwilling?"
Xie Zhiyan suddenly became strong, his eyes were gloomy, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. It seemed that he was going to kiss her, but he did not move, trapping her in the armchair.
Moreover, he knew very well how good-looking his face was, and what a weapon it would be for his wife who naturally loved beauty.
At this moment, he seemed to have turned sideways unintentionally, his slender neck stretched out a smooth arc under the autumn sun, and even his drooping eyelashes seemed to be carefully calculated, every inch of which happened to be imprinted in the deepest part of her sight.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't help it, and raised her eyes secretly. Her lips were so dry that it was really hard not to be moved, let alone being hooked in such a reluctant and welcoming way. Her lower back felt weak and she almost couldn't hold on.
"No, I'm not unwilling." She whispered.
Xie Zhiyan looked at her, the depth in his eyes was like a surging tide that could swallow someone up at any time.
Sheng Puzhu's breathing stopped, she knew she couldn't refuse.
If she replaced all the men in the album with the appearance of Xie Zhiyan, and had her write down their detailed descriptions, would she be able to use the excuse of "material" to ask for more in the future?
Once this started, the desire deep in her heart would probably only make her want more.
For example, things that you didn't dare to dream of before, perhaps you can try them out cautiously first, gradually going too far at first, and then becoming even more excessive.
"My dear, are you really willing?"
Sheng Puzhu raised her head, looking at the man's profile so close to her, and for some unknown reason she made a request: "Maybe you have to show a little bit of your chest."
"What else?" Xie Zhiyan asked coaxingly.
"Or wear some jewelry?"
"Um……"
Sheng Puzhu's voice became softer and softer, until it almost turned into a whisper, and she explained palely, "I won't force you, my dear."
Xie Zhiyan didn't know whether to be angry or amused. He stared at her until she couldn't breathe. His large hand grasped Sheng Puzhu's soft fingertips, playing with them slowly for a while: "Madam, did you draw these pictures in the book with this hand?"
Sheng Puzhu didn't understand.
Xie Zhiyan's movements were gentle and soft. After a while, he pursed his lips and bit her fingertip a little hard: "If you draw other people again, I might get angry."
"So draw me, all requests are accepted."
The sunshine after noon was very strong, making people feel lazy. Sheng Puzhu was a little dazed, and had not yet figured out why Xie Zhiyan was angry, but she suddenly thought that if the booklet was placed in Linlang Pavilion, it might be circulated and commented on by countless girls in the boudoir.
Xie Zhiyan has broad shoulders, a narrow and powerful waist, and a taut abdomen under the candlelight, as if he were not wearing anything.
The more she tried to think, the faster her breathing became. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms, and the corners of her eyes were inexplicably blurred with an alluring rouge color. She sank into the armchair and moved her body unnaturally.
That won't work.
She is not a generous person, she can be said to be very stingy. How could she let an unrelated girl admire her? Not even a glance at her, no matter how much money she gives.
An unfamiliar feeling of suffocation welled up in his chest. Sheng Puzhu seemed to be arguing with himself, puffing his cheeks in dissatisfaction. "No, I won't draw."
"Why?" Xie Zhiyan's eyes were dark.
Sheng Puzhu stared at her white fingers and said honestly for once: "I am not a generous person, and I don't want others to see it."
Before he could finish his words, his jaw was suddenly lifted up.
Xie Zhiyan slowly approached and kissed her gently, sliding his hot tongue across her lower lip, encouraging her: "If you don't want to show it to others..."
He laughed, and his breath touched her nose, which was filled with the pleasant aroma of cypress. "Madam, you can enjoy it alone, or keep it for yourself."
The word "private collection" was like a feather, scratching her body unexpectedly as her gaze pressed down inch by inch.
Sheng Puzhu groaned and his body went completely limp.
She couldn't sit still and seemed to be about to slide down. Xie Zhiyan was quick to support her. Although he didn't even touch her belt, she groaned under his gaze as if he saw through everything.
A hot stream flowed out like tea spilled on the table, wetting a small area of the skirt under her.
The air was damp and mixed with an indescribable sweet fragrance.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes were as calm as water. He didn't point out anything, but tapped the desk with his fingertips intermittently: "Madam, speak."
Sheng Puju clutched her sleeves tightly with her fingers, wishing she could bury her head. Her eyes were empty, but she kept telling herself in her heart that Xie Zhiyan should not have noticed anything unusual as long as she didn't stand up.
"My dear."
Xie Zhiyan hummed, and the curve of his thin lips was quite suggestive.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't refuse, and couldn't even keep her composure.
She raised her face, her eyes misty with tears, and explained softly, "Isn't this a little against the rules?"
Xie Zhiyan's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and he leaned down and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "As long as I don't say it, and my wife doesn't say it, no one else will know."
"Look." He held Sheng Puzhu's hand and pressed it against his chest. He could hear a strong heartbeat and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, revealing a very tempting desire.
"As for the rules."
"There is no such rule in the Xie family rules now, and there will never be one in the future."
"Madam, just come with confidence."
Sheng Puzhu's breathing became completely disordered, his body was very hot, and the back of his neck seemed to be soaked with slippery sweat, and his body became more and more sticky.
Maybe it was because she had suffered too many losses at the hands of Xie Zhiyan every time they fought, and she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on why. She bit her lip, obviously still hesitant.
Xie Zhiyan simply stretched out his arms, picked her up, held her waist, supported her hips, and hung her on his body like a child.
"Xie Zhiyan, goodbye." Sheng Puzhu was so scared that he called him by his full name, ignoring even the rules.
She struggled, her expression very uneasy. Not knowing where to put her hands, she tightly grabbed the man's collar, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and she tried hard to control the angle of her body leaning back so as not to let all her weight fall on his palms.
The spring tide was uncontrollable and quietly overflowed over her clothes. Even though she was not wearing as thin clothes as Xia Shang, she was held in his arms at such an intimate distance. How could she not be discovered as soon as they touched?
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhiyan pretended not to understand and asked even though he knew the answer. However, his eyes fell meaningfully on the armchair under the desk.
The water marks are not obvious, and look more like autumn dew on the magnolia branches.
"I...don't hold me like this, it's...it's hot, I feel like I'm sweating."
"Is it hot?"
"Ma'am, are you sure?"
The sun was setting in the west, and the orange afterglow fell on the ground. The yard was filled with a strong autumn atmosphere. Although the snow fell late this year, frost had already formed all around.
Even if there is a charcoal brazier in the room, the window is open and the wind is blowing through, so how can it be hot?
"Where's the hottest place?"
Xie Zhiyan stretched out a hand, and gently pinched the back of Sheng Puzhu's neck with his rough palm, observing him very carefully.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't think of an excuse. She was even more nervous than when she secretly went to Princess Duanyang's mansion to watch men dance. She begged, "It's so hot being held, so please put me down, my dear."
Not only did Xie Zhiyan not let go, he also kissed her deeply.
The tip of his tongue hooked in, sucking out a sound of water. She couldn't struggle, and even sank deeper and deeper. Until Sheng Puzhu was panting, he mercifully stopped and asked in a hoarse voice: "When do you want to start painting, Madam?"
Sheng Puzhu glanced at the dark dusk outside the window and unconsciously clenched his fingertips.
If possible, the sooner the better, but now she needs to take a bath again and change her clothes.
"Tomorrow?" she asked uncertainly.
"Not today?" Xie Zhiyan's expression was calm, and he looked very considerate.
It's not that it's impossible, it's just inconvenient.
"Let's say goodbye today." Sheng Puzhu's eyelashes trembled.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes darkened, and his cold and moist index finger touched her tender lips. He just smiled without saying a word.
Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to look at him, or even move, but she didn't expect Xie Zhiyan to hold her palm and pat it gently through the layers of wet clothes as if punishing her for her dishonesty.
It doesn't hurt, but it's too embarrassing.
Xie Zhiyan was dressed meticulously, and his slightly narrowed eyes were filled with explicit love and affection. He ruthlessly exposed the lie.
"It's not just the thought of painting me, it's the thought of keeping it privately that makes my body go crazy."
"How can I wait until tomorrow?"
"It seems that Madam has amazing willpower."
"Xie Zhiyan, you... don't say it." Sheng Puzhu couldn't bear such words. She lowered her head and buried her face in his arms, almost crying. "What kind of words?" Xie Zhiyan asked back, "Madam, don't you like it? Haven't you been secretly looking forward to it for a long time?"
The word "like" is difficult to say, but Sheng Puzhu has already imagined it a thousand times in his mind.
A faint sob came from her throat, her eyes were full of tears, as if they would overflow at any time, and her palms curled up again and again.
Xie Zhiyan didn't give her a chance to object and directly suggested: "Tell the servants not to keep watch at night, then light the candles in the room brightly and close the door. I will grind ink for you, Madam, and you will help me undress."
"Want to show it?"
"You want it?"
"Has the madam prepared any jewelry?"
"It's better to have it. After all, others have it, and I want more."
Sheng Puzhu was so embarrassed that she nodded in confusion. Thinking of those scenes, she swallowed hard and looked at him with wet eyes: "Thank you, my dear."
"You're welcome." Xie Zhiyan kissed her and smiled intriguingly.
It was completely dark, and the obsession in my heart that wanted to possess everything completely seemed to be nourished and was growing wildly.
But his face still maintained the appropriate elegance and restraint, and he coaxed people with a gentle and delicate manner, silently and subtly, making them belong only to him, both mentally and physically.
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