Chapter 56 Chapter 56 When a man is most vulnerable
“Why are you with him?
"Isn't it right that he listens to the music while I play the piano?"
The smell of alcohol and sandalwood rolled over, and her cheeks were hot from his breath. Lu Suizhu pushed and twisted to get out of the pressure of his half-leaning body.
But he wouldn't let her go, his fingers frozen on her frosted wrist.
Pei Zhiji curled his hands slightly and pressed his temples. He had only had a light drink at the table, but now he seemed to be drunk.
"How much did Master Pei drink?"
Pei Zhiji realized it belatedly and let go of her hand: "Sorry, I stung you." Then he stepped back.
Lu Suizhu obviously disliked the smell of alcohol on men. She didn't like men drinking, especially when they came to places like this to drink.
"My colleagues urged me to do so, so I had no choice but to drink one glass to keep up with the occasion." Pei Zhiji's voice was low and hoarse, sounding a bit lazy. He really wanted to find a place to rest for a while.
The alcohol in his stomach slowly rose, making his head feel dizzy and bloated. He even forgot why they were there.
The natural curves of the woman in front of him, from chest to waist to hips, were like a crescent moon, swaying in his heart, as if a pool of sweet water was flowing in the crater of a volcano about to erupt.
The sweet fragrance of osmanthus hit his hot body like a wave. Pei Zhiji's eyes gradually became blurred. He looked at the plump lips in front of him shaking up and down, and muttered something.
I couldn't hear what he was saying.
He leaned forward blankly, trying to quench his thirst with that drop of crystal. When his Adam's apple shook violently and he opened his mouth to take it in, his lips accidentally touched the skin of the woman's palm.
The temperature of his lips suddenly dropped.
The thin fingers stretched across the lips and teeth of the two people, bringing with them the unique cold fragrance after playing the piano.
Something is wrong. Pei Zhiji is nine out of ten wrong tonight.
His big hands rubbed her waist, and his strong arms lifted her hips upwards. Lu Suizhu was forced to stand on tiptoe and face the side of her face in shame.
His breath burned her nose and sweat oozed out. She was unable to resist the chaotic and lustful breath and her arms went limp.
My eyelashes trembled as if there was a thunderstorm, but the expected storm did not come.
Lu Suizhu felt that she could breathe again.
Hearing the footsteps approaching on the blanket, Pei Zhiji raised his hand to stop her from coming any closer. He was breathing heavily as if he was enduring something.
"Don't come over here yet." He slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, his expression showing a hint of embarrassment and self-doubt. "I feel a little...uncomfortable."
The tenderness just now disappeared with the word "uncomfortable". Lu Suizhu touched his cheek and it was frighteningly hot.
Something suddenly flashed through his mind, and his eyes immediately fell on Pei Zhiji's lower body.
Seeing him so… fluctuating, she suddenly felt a little annoyed. How could she have forgotten this? She quickly moved to retrieve the incense burners hidden under the bed, on top of the cabinet, and in various corners. Using her needlework scissors, she snipped off the thick incense sticks inside.
After doing all this, she went to open the window to ventilate. The cool wind at night was not good for blowing directly, but seeing Pei Zhiji so uncomfortable, she didn't care about much else.
The door creaked open and she was about to go out.
Pei Zhiji grabbed her from behind, and he had ripped open the tight collar of her shirt, revealing a red collarbone.
He suppressed his frayed nerves and asked with a hint of pleading in his tone, "Where are you going?"
This beautiful face looked quite heartbreaking. It was indeed the most vulnerable time for men. Lu Suizhu couldn't help but touch his face and comfort him with her eyes.
"I'll get you some cold water to wipe yourself down. Just stay here and don't move."
The words that came out of his mouth sounded like coaxing a child, and Lu Suizhu almost bit his tongue.
When she went out, she met Hua Wu. She was standing upstairs looking at her with a half-smile on her face, clearly making fun of her.
Lu Suizhu stamped her feet in anger and ignored her.
In a moment, a wet and cold handkerchief hit Pei Zhiji's face. Lu Suizhu even rinsed the exposed skin with cold water, but she still couldn't help but look around.
Pei Zhiji was much more sober now, and a sense of shame welled up inside him. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't look around."
"Oh, Master Pei, how do you feel now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
A hand as gentle as the wind brushed across his neck, and the breath made him tremble. Pei Zhiji was speechless.
After wiping his neck, it was not convenient to reach out to wipe other parts of his body. Lu Suizhu threw the wrung-out handkerchief between his legs, and seeing that he looked like he couldn't raise his head, she kindly advised him.
"Incense is burning in almost every room of Louyue Pavilion. Smelling it can easily cause a reaction after drinking alcohol, but the medicinal properties are very mild and won't harm the root cause. Once you get through it, you'll be fine. Lord Pei, don't worry."
Pei Zhiji undressed with his back to her, and was so angry at her nonchalant words that he sobered up a bit. Did she know how uncomfortable it was to hold it in like this?
But these words were too explicit, and the rules of dogma prevented him from saying them.
There was no sound of the clothes being closed for a long time. Lu Suizhu paced back and forth anxiously, so she simply turned around.
At the same time, Pei Zhiji suddenly turned around, grabbed the clothes hanging on the pole, put them on, and put them on slowly.
"Okay, I'm fine."
Lu Suizhu was a little skeptical: "Is it really healed?"
The handkerchief was still dripping with cold water.
Her restless eyes were covered tightly by a pair of hands.
"What's going on between you and Wang Wenyuan?"
The topic changed so quickly that it caught me off guard.
Unable to escape in the narrow space, Lu Suizhu revealed some of the truth: "He is the boss of Louyue Pavilion. He has ruined countless women. I hate him too."
She neither said anything nor talked about her humiliating experience.
Pei Zhiji is a powerful minister, a young and famous scholar, and half the head of the Pei family. He can never understand the situation of people like them who were once stuck in the quagmire and struggling to survive.
"Other people's affairs have nothing to do with you. Why do you need to dirty yourself for such a small matter?"
Lu Suizhu's eyes were filled with disappointment. "This is my own business."
The cold water just now was not as chilling as these eight words. Pei Zhiji explained stiffly: "I mean, I can help you, you don't have to go to so much trouble with others..."
Lu Suizhu clenched her fingers, her eyes cold as she interrupted him, "Yes, I'm not as noble as Lord Pei. If I want to accomplish anything, I need to sacrifice myself and make others laugh."
"I didn't say that."
His tightly furrowed brows pressed down on his eyes like a small mountain. He had communicated with her in the calmest words, so why didn't she understand?
The woman in front of him rushed out of the door like a wounded little bird, taking away all the gentle scent in the room.
The door was slammed shut, and Pei Zhiji's heart began to beat wildly.
His stomach was churning, his body was bent in discomfort, his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his bloodless hands gripped the back of the chair, but he could only retch in pain.
"This Miss Lu is so ungrateful." Xiao Feng looked at the hurried white figure, walked in two steps and supported Pei Zhiji.
"Find someone to keep an eye on her and don't let her do anything stupid. Also, call Sun Liangxu to the mansion." Pei Zhiji ordered tiredly. His lips were so dry that they were peeling. Apart from these three or two sentences, he didn't want to say anything else.
It was a night that was both physically and mentally painful, and I don’t know how long I will be sick.
Lu Suizhu was sulking, plucking a few bougainvillea flowers in her hand, feeling hesitant and regretful.
Maybe he really didn't mean that. He was feeling so bad, she shouldn't have just left even if she was angry.
With a strong squeeze, the petals were rubbed into pieces, spurting out pink pulp. Lu Suizhu was extremely upset, but in the end she left the broken petals behind, thinking about the serious things she had not yet finished, and temporarily put Pei Zhiji behind her mind.
Wang Wenyuan asked her to paint at noon tomorrow. After weaving the web of tenderness and sweet talk for so long, it was time to put an end to it.
Hua Wu had already lit enough incense in the room. Even a cow could arouse her passion, let alone an old man half buried in the ground.
Facing the bronze mirror in front of her, she was wearing a bright red dress, her beauty was bold and arrogant. She slowly lifted the scarf from her neck and gently stroked the patches of syphilitic sores.
For once, it didn't seem disgusting to her, and she smiled.
Next door, the painter invited by Wang Wenyuan spent an hour painting a portrait. After finishing the painting, he bowed his head and stood respectfully. Only when he saw that Wang Wenyuan was satisfied did he bow and leave.
Lu Suizhu's feet felt numb after staying in one position for too long, and she almost fell down when she stood up. However, Wang Wenyuan held her arms and helped her steady herself.
Seeing the beauty suddenly shed tears, Lu Suizhu said sadly: "When I was painting just now, I felt something in my heart. It is rare in the world for Lord Wang to miss his deceased wife so much. That's why I lost my composure and shed tears. I hope Lord Wang will not blame me."
Lu Suizhu drank the wine in his glass, expressing his sadness, and then poured another glass for Wang Wenyuan.
In such a joyful and sad mood, he drank it all in one gulp.
As his consciousness blurred and his body went numb, he felt that the woman in red before him was like a deity descending to earth, giving him a second chance at his wedding night. His heavy bones felt lighter, and he felt increasingly younger. He only heard someone say, "If my lord is truly distressed, please treat me as your wife."
The red gauze tent is warm, the branches are weighed down by pear blossoms, and the rain hits the banana leaves, the sound of the raindrops turning into broken gasps.
Lu Suizhu stood calmly at the door, holding a silver kettle in her hand, listening to the voices coming from the back room, which were louder than Yilang's, with tears in her eyes that were about to fall.
She didn't know when a man appeared next to her. She took a look at him and felt that he looked familiar but didn't want to pay much attention to him.
Suo Ye was speechless: "Do I have to say this here?"
The love between a mandarin duck and a phoenix, and the pleasure of love between men and women, are now nothing but poison. Although it sounds harsh and indecent, she wants to stay here for a while longer.
Suo Ye saw that she was at a loss as to what to do with the wine jug.
The most difficult people in this world are drunk people. They act without any rules at all. I don’t know what her habits are.
"My Lord asked me to bring a message to the girl."
Lu Suizhu raised his head lazily, as if wondering who the head of his family was.
"My lord, I'm sorry." He wondered whether he should tell her about Pei Zhiji's illness, but he was afraid that he would be too nosy, so he left with a red face without thinking too much.
The night grew longer and longer, and no one knew how much time had passed. The noise inside stopped, and Lu Suizhu went home calmly.
It was the transition between summer and autumn, and the chill was pervasive.
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