Chapter 39 How could he be so good at Yun Yang's cold eyes...
Yun Yang glared at him coldly. He kept saying that he loved her deeply, but what they said that day could not be taken back. He also did not promise that he would not ask her to use the Xue family's money to subsidize her husband's family in the future.
Yun Yang felt very bored, so she turned around, lifted her skirt and went up the stairs.
The girl's back was slender and graceful, her bright red skirt highlighting her slender waist. Song Fanghe finally reacted and quickly caught up to her, stopping her. "Yangyang, don't go. Yangyang, I, I can't sleep at night, all I can think about is you. I wish I could bare my heart to you. If you just stop being angry, I'll do anything you ask of me. I'll even give you my life..."
"Why would I want your life? I want you to stop looking for me," Yun Yang said. "Can you promise to keep me and the Xue family separate from now on? Can you? Even if you can, your parents can't. If I refuse to flatter my brother-in-law and beg him, you'll definitely resent me. By then, the tender affection of young couples will fade, and we'll grow tired of each other. Why bother?"
Hearing her words, Song Fanghe's face turned pale and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He knew that Yunyang was telling the truth. If her father knew that she was unwilling to help, he would definitely not let her in.
But he is not like that, he really likes her.
"Don't come looking for me again. I won't see you even if you do," Yun Yang said. "Go home. Your parents must be worried about you if you come looking for me at this critical moment."
After saying that, he hurried back home.
Song Fanghe stared at the tightly closed vermilion door. He seemed to be able to see Yun Yang's resolute figure through the door.
He remembered that when he first met Xue Yu, he looked at him in the same cold and distant manner. Now, when he recalled it, he realized that there was a sense of calmness and confidence in that coldness.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the tall gate of the Xue Mansion. This family... was unwilling to marry Yun Yang to him from the beginning!
Yun Yang didn't really like him. If she did, how could she watch his family being destroyed...
It was still cold in March, and the mountain wind was so fierce that it made people cold from head to toe, and it also brought him back to his senses.
Yun Yang returned to his yard, feeling mixed emotions. His first relationship had ended just like that.
Rather than saying it's sadness, it's better to say it's self-doubt. What exactly is love?
He likes her, so why would he force her to do something she doesn't want to do?
As for whether she liked Song Fanghe or not... Yun Yang held her chin and looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window. She felt that his forcing look was really annoying.
Yun Yang fell into a deep sleep and suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. She saw a dark shadow lying in front of her desk. She was startled and tiptoed out of bed. When she got closer, she saw the man's handsome face revealed in the moonlight.
She exhaled and called her brother-in-law twice, but there was no response. Her narrow eyes were tightly closed.
Yun Yang moved closer and the smell of alcohol hit him. He was very drunk. Maybe he walked into the wrong room?
She looked out the window. It was already dark. If she went to ask someone to take him away now, it would make too much noise and might even disturb the old lady. She was worried about her brother-in-law...
It would be better for him to rest here while she moves to another room.
Yun Yang put on a thin shirt and when he pushed the door open, he suddenly remembered that every time his father got drunk, his mother would watch over him. His mother was always worried that his father would choke to death on his own vomit in the middle of the night.
Thinking of this, she paused.
Yun Yang returned to Xue Yu's presence. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and as she looked at him in the night, her prominent brow bones and straight nose lost their usual intimidating beauty when she closed her eyes. Instead, she appeared quiet and gentle.
She had never seen him like this before, and she just looked at him like that for who knows how long.
Xue Yu murmured vaguely, his brows furrowed, and his eyes rolled violently, as if trying to break free from a not-so-good dream.
Seeing that he was sleeping so uncomfortably, Yun Yang got up and took a soft pillow to cushion him. While she was thinking about how to do it, he grabbed her wrist.
His fingers were long and strong, and she remembered this hand.
When he taught her calligraphy, the hand holding the brush was graceful, and the words he wrote were elegant and beautiful. When he stood with his hands behind his back, holding the sword, the joints of this hand were clearly visible, and the blue veins were faintly prominent.
And now, he held her wrist tightly.
Her wrist was burning, and the warmth from his palm seemed to penetrate her muscles and bones, making her feel itchy and numb.
This feeling made her face blush, her heart beat fast, and her face and ears flushed. Yun Yang was so scared that she quickly pulled her hand away, but he pulled her hard and she staggered and fell into his arms.
The warm and soft girl was in his arms, her face was pressed into his neck. Xue Yu opened his eyes hazily, then closed them again, his expression confused and painful. His fingers were on her back, hesitant and tentative.
There was her dream again.
After he realized his subtle and invisible feelings for her, he began to restrain himself even in his dreams.
He suppressed the urge to hug her tightly, his jaw tucked in and his body tensed.
But the more he tried to control himself, the more impatient he became. The bitterness in his heart and the pain in his body came over him, and two words escaped his lips, "Yun Yang..."
Yun Yang's heart was beating like a drum, especially when she heard such a gentle and low voice calling her name. She hesitantly replied, "Brother-in-law?"
"Don't call me that." Xue Yu frowned even tighter, and whispered, "Call me Lingjun."
The strong smell of alcohol on him masked the cool fragrance that made Yun Yang happy. His breathing was heavy and unsteady. He fell on her neck and repeated in a low, heart-shaking voice, "Call me... Lingjun."
He drank a lot of wine at the banquet hosted by the eldest prince today. He had never been so indulgent before. He felt hot all over and his breathing was short of breath, but it was nothing compared to the unbearable feeling of knowing that she had met Song Fanghe again.
The swaying shadows of the trees were reflected on the window paper, and Xue Yu was intoxicated with the desire to get closer to the figure that haunted him in his dreams.
Yun Yang looked at him in the night. She was used to listening to him, and for some reason she spoke, "Lingjun."
Hearing his own name coming out of her mouth, an endless restlessness rose from his lower abdomen. Xue Yu opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were surging with affection like boiling water. He reached out and clasped her neck, lowered his eyes to look at her, and their breathing could be heard.
At this moment, he finally realized his feelings for her.
He wanted to own her, to possess her, to have her call him by his nickname, to have her call him husband, instead of the awkward brother-in-law.
Yun Yang only felt the hand on the back of her neck was burning hot. She felt an inexplicable fear in her heart. She avoided his dark eyes and put her hand against his chest, struggling slightly, "Brother-in-law, you are drunk."
Xue Yu saw Yun Yang's watery eyes, filled with fear, and his heart suddenly tightened. He couldn't help but eagerly bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse with the alcohol, "Why are you so afraid of me? Weren't you still so passionate last night?"
Last night, in his dream, she responded to him gently, humming and laughing softly. He and her were entangled in a passionate love affair, without knowing when to stop, and he couldn't get enough. She wasn't as stiff as she is now...
Yun Yang was startled by his sucking, and goose bumps appeared all over her body. Anger and uneasiness were mixed together. Yun Yang's face was tense. She pushed him away and looked at the drunk young man coldly.
Okay, are you telling the truth after drinking?
Which woman's tent did I sleep in last night?!
Yun Yang stood up angrily and went out.
After walking a few steps, he got angry again and turned back to kick him.
Xue Yu woke up the next day and sat in Yun Yang's room for a long time before he calmed down the turmoil in his heart.
The candle that had been burning all night was dying. A cold wind that came from nowhere extinguished the last flame. The room was very quiet and no one dared to disturb him.
Xue Yu pinched her brows. How could she have been so unruly?! He had come to her room under the influence of alcohol to disturb her!
She wasn't there, and the bed was clean and tidy. She must have seen him coming and moved away...
Fortunately, he didn't do anything to embarrass either of them.
No matter how he tried to persuade himself, or how calm and restrained he was, his dark thoughts about her always managed to find their way out, making him unable to stop and unable to help but want to be with her.
When did it develop into this?
Xue Yu closed his eyes, his handsome face flushed with drunkenness, and he sighed deeply. The sound was muffled and helpless, echoing in the empty boudoir, revealing his hidden thoughts.
When he lifted his leg to leave the embroidery pavilion, he felt a sharp pain in his calf bone. Xue Yu gritted his teeth and endured it, because daytime was different from nighttime. He had to be alert at all times and there were still a lot of things to do, so he couldn't indulge himself or slack off.
Since the eldest prince came to pick him up, the emperor's carriage set off.
As soon as the emperor set out, the families of the nobles also set out. The emperor, out of consideration for his subjects, allowed the ministers accompanying him to return home to reunite with their families without having to wait before him.
Xue Yu originally wanted to find Yun Yang to find out what happened last night, but Yun Yang had a stern face and ignored him. When she looked at him, there was a cold and chilly look in her eyes.
After returning to Xue Mansion, Xue Yu relaxed a little and let Si Qing support him as he walked towards Fushan Pavilion. Yun Yang passed by and glanced at him lightly without stopping or asking a question. He just passed him by.
Xue Yu looked at her slim figure walking away, his face darkening.
Not long ago, she was still calling him brother-in-law in a tender tone and coaxing him with full dependence.
Now, she doesn't even want to look at him. What does that mean? Did he really say something he shouldn't have said last night? Or did he do something to her?
"What's wrong with Second Miss?" Si Qing asked hesitantly, "Second Miss Yun is such a good-natured person, how could she be so angry?"
Xue Yu just felt a headache, regretful and heartbroken.
He regretted it because he had lost her closeness to him due to his indulgence last night. Thinking of the admiration and adoration in her eyes when she looked at him, he felt extremely anxious. He didn't know what image he had become in her heart now.
The heartbreak was because...if he had really said something outrageous last night, she would have had this attitude after learning of his thoughts.
The sun was shining scorchingly. Xue Yu rubbed his temples, but he felt cold all over and had a splitting headache.
When Yun Yang passed by Xue Yu, he saw that his tall and straight figure was slightly hunched and needed Si Qing's support. There was surprise and confusion in his eyes. Yun Yang curled his lips, but felt that it was not satisfactory enough!
The kick was still too light, or it was kicked in the wrong place!
This hypocrite, dressed neatly and appearing aloof and dignified on the surface, has secretly hooked up with some vixen behind the scenes! !
Yun Yang felt an unspeakable sense of grievance in his heart.
He even bites people's earlobes!
Still biting so...
She couldn't help but recall what happened last night, and her earlobes began to burn red again.
His warm breath, the lingering and gentle feeling between his lips and teeth, the possessiveness in his sucking, and the trembling low moans made people blush, their hearts beat faster, and half of their bodies numb.
Ahhhh how could he be so capable!
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