Chapter 48 You're So Ridiculous



Chapter 48 You're So Ridiculous

After soaking in the hot spring, Yu Qinghuan drank several pots of cold water before he could suppress the heat.

In the room, Sang Ru took out two bronze mirrors so that Yu Qinghuan could see her back clearly. She felt that the hibiscus petals were trembling slightly with her breathing, as if they were real flowers blown down by the spring breeze.

She couldn't help but sigh, Mu Huaian is Mu Huaian, his superb painting skills are not inferior to Zhang Yanren at all.

"Madam, the young master is really amazing. When I looked at this flower, I thought it was real!"

Sang Ru felt that this flower looked different from the one she had seen in the hot spring just now. "Madam, this painting seems to change color. I clearly remember that the petals were bright red when we were in the hot spring just now, but now they have become lighter!"

Yu Qinghuan stared at the bronze mirror with suspicion for a long time. How could it change color?

I thought to myself: These barbarian things are really weird.

...

That evening, Xie Zhili returned to the manor and immediately took the night pearl to look for Yu Qinghuan in the yard.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw Yu Qinghuan leaning on a lounge chair in the yard, reading a book in her hand. The ends of her wet hair hung in front of her, wetting a small piece of her clothes in front of her.

The afterglow of dusk shone on her, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light.

Looking at this scene, Xie Zhili's heart softened as if he saw his future married life with Yu Qinghuan.

He handed the night pearl in his hand to Sang Ru, motioning her to leave, and then he stepped forward with a smile, "What book are you reading?"

Yu Qinghuan lifted the book half an inch, revealing the gold-lacquered inscription of "The Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" on the spine.

Xie Zhili was slightly stunned. "Why do you suddenly look like this?"

How could an ordinary woman read Buddhist scriptures, let alone the Ksitigarbha Sutra?

Yu Qinghuan then shifted his gaze from the sutra to Xie Zhili, and said in a serious tone, "It is said that the Ksitigarbha Sutra can eliminate sins and prevent one from falling into the sufferings of the three evil realms."

The truth was that Xie Zhiwen had just died not long ago. First, he had an unclear relationship with his brother, and now he was trying to hook up with the prince. For this, he almost defiled his former best friend. Thinking of all these things... he felt very guilty.

So, she wanted to read the scriptures to make her feel better.

Xie Zhili's Adam's apple rolled: "Why do we need to eliminate sins?"

Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment. Is this even necessary to ask?

Xie Zhili leaned over and snatched the scripture from Yu Qinghuan's hand, throwing it casually on the stone table beside him. With his other hand, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it on the armrest of the recliner, trapping her between the rattan chair and his chest.

He chuckled softly and rubbed her red wrist vigorously with his thumb. "I thought you were already prepared to fall with me, but why do you feel so sinful now that you want to pray to Buddha?"

Yu Qinghuan cursed him inwardly as a madman and turned her face away, but he pinched her chin and forced her to turn back, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Xie Zhili: "Don't read these things anymore. Instead of praying to Buddha, you should pray to me."

Yu Qinghuan frowned, "What do you want me to do?"

Xie Zhili: "Buddha saves the soul, I save desires."

Yu Qinghuan: "...You are sick."

Hearing this, a dark light flashed in Xie Zhili's eyes, and he leaned over and bit Yu Qinghuan.

Yu Qinghuan gasped and bent over, but he was firmly pinned to the recliner and could not dodge.

An unknown amount of time passed before night fell. Xie Zhili hugged Yu Qinghuan, his nose pressed against her throbbing neck, sniffing the strange fragrance on her body. "You changed your spices."

Yu Qinghuan shuddered, cold sweat oozing from her temples. "Did you smell it?"

She thought that the smell of the spices would dissipate after soaking in the hot spring.

Xie Zhili responded in a dull voice, his breathing becoming heavier, and his eyes gradually filled with lust.

His hot palm quietly reached into Yu Qinghuan's loose coat, and his lips brushed against her earlobe, "Come to my room tonight?"

Thinking that he always stayed in Yu Qinghuan's room in the past, he wanted to change places tonight.

Yu Qinghuan still had some sense. Considering the painting behind him, he refused righteously: "No."

Xie Zhili was silent for a moment, "Then go to your room."

Yu Qinghuan started to use the same excuse she had used with Xie Zhiwen before, "I'm not feeling well today."

Xie Zhili's eyes darkened. "I've calculated my life."

Yu Qinghuan: “…”

What's wrong with Xie Zhili? She's not your wife, so why does she remember our little details so clearly?

——At the same time, in Zhuangzi next door.

The messy room had long been tidied up, with only a candle burning on the table, the flickering flame casting light on the painting on the table.

The beauty sat in front of the piano stand, playing the piano with a low smile.

Mu Huaian's fingertips fell on the painting, his eyes becoming increasingly dim. He picked up the wine jug beside him and drank it all in one gulp, as if he wanted to erase the memories of his time with Yu Qinghuan from his mind.

It's a waste of time that I have read so much poetry and books, but today I have improper thoughts about the wife of my deceased friend and even hope to be liked by her.

He held up the horrifying half of his face, feeling that he was just like this face now, ugly. As he thought about it, a self-deprecating laugh escaped his lips, "Mu Huaian...you are so ridiculous."

...

A strange fragrance filled the entire room, and the night pearl emitted a faint light. Yu Qinghuan looked at Xie Zhili, but in her mind emerged the pair of eyes soaked in dark tides hidden under the mask during the day.

Her back suddenly felt hot as if it had been burned by fire. Her hands tightly grasped the pillow. Her mind was blank and she broke out in a cold sweat because of what she had just done.

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