Xu Zhuohua returned to the courtyard. The branches of the kapok tree swayed, and the moonlight shone on them. The eerie red flowers seemed to be laughing and teasing at her, making Xu Zhuohua inexplicably irritable.
She plucked a kapok flower, which was larger than her palm. The bud was sturdy and heavy. She didn't know where her anger came from, but she raised her hand and threw the flower against the door frame of the east wing.
With a thud, the kapok flower hit the door frame and then landed on the steps at the entrance.
Xu Zhuohua felt much less troubled and led Xinghua into the west wing.
Just as the candles were lit in the west wing, Cheng Muyun returned drunk. Seeing the tightly closed doors and windows of the west wing, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
He leaned against the courtyard gate, standing ramrod straight, and removed his hand from Zhang Qi's body. Zhang Qi rubbed his shoulder. "Young Marshal, why are you pretending to be drunk? If you didn't want to drink, you could have just said so. No one would have dared to force you. Why did you have to put on this show?"
Cheng Muyun's gaze was deep. "Of course, this is just a starting point; the climax of the play hasn't arrived yet."
Zhang Qi was bewildered. "What do you mean?"
Cheng Muyun stepped into the courtyard. "Don't worry about it. Just wait and watch the show. Oh, and don't sleep too soundly tonight."
Zhang Qi scratched the back of his head as he entered the side room, puzzled. He thought to himself, "Does the Xu family really dare to harm the young marshal? Wouldn't that be like courting death?"
Cheng Muyun walked to the door of the east wing, stopped, bent down to pick up the fallen kapok flower, and turned to look at the tightly closed doors and windows of the west wing.
Feeling even more delighted, he clutched the bright red kapok flower in his hand and pushed open the door.
Late at night, Xu Zhuohua, still feeling too full from eating, stood in front of the west wing hall practicing horse stance.
Xinghua, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, was drowsy. "Young Miss, what are you doing?"
Xu Zhuohua felt very stuffy, but out of consideration for Cheng Muyun across from her, she dared not open the doors and windows. "I have indigestion. Put out the incense; it smells bad."
Xinghua obediently extinguished the incense and squatted down next to Xu Zhuohua. "Miss, indigestion isn't like this. People with indigestion don't want to move at all."
"How did you know?" Xu Zhuohua felt unbearably hot.
I often suffer from indigestion.
Xu Zhuohua looked at Xinghua's chubby cheeks and smiled helplessly. Actually, the Xu family treated their servants quite well. In this era when everyone was starving, Xinghua was still able to be plump and healthy.
"Where is some cool water? I'm so thirsty."
Xinghua propped herself up on her knees and stood up. "I'll go get it."
Xu Zhuohua originally wanted to fetch water herself, but she was not familiar with the layout of the Xu residence and would be in trouble if she got lost, so she let Xinghua go instead.
She sat at the octagonal table, frantically fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.
The door behind her suddenly opened, and she was a little confused. "Why did you come back to check on me so quickly?"
Turning my head, I saw Cheng Muyun standing at the door with messy hair and a dazed look in his eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest and revealing his well-defined abs.
Xu Zhuohua didn't shout or yell; instead, she swallowed hard.
You have a great figure!
Then, suddenly realizing what was happening, she stood up and exclaimed, "What are you doing here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Muyun stepped into the room and hugged Xu Zhuohua tightly.
Xu Zhuohua was thrown against the table behind her by the huge inertia, her lower back hurt, and she couldn't help but cry out.
Cheng Muyun's eyes were not clear; they were burning with desire as he stared blankly at Xu Zhuohua, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
He opened his mouth and bit Xu Zhuohua's lips.
The tongue pried open the soft, tender lips and teeth, deepening the kiss.
The man supported the back of Xu Zhuohua's head with his right hand and placed his left hand on Xu Zhuohua's waist, pulling her closer to his chest.
Xu Zhuohua struggled desperately, pressing her hands against Cheng Muyun's chest, their bodies intertwined.
Between ragged breaths, Cheng Muyun whispered, "Say it out."
Xu Zhuohua's mind exploded: "Screw you! You force a kiss and expect the other person to scream!"
Unable to break free from Cheng Muyun's grasp, Xu Zhuohua bit down on his collarbone.
"Well--"
Cheng Muyun hugged the body in his arms tighter and uttered two words: "Very good."
With satisfaction.
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhuohua trembled. He was doomed; he had offended him.
Aroused by Cheng Muyun's heat, Xu Zhuohua felt hot and itchy all over, and wished she could stick even closer to the man.
Then Xu Zhuohua suddenly thought of something, she let go of her mouth, and looked up into Cheng Muyun's eyes.
"Cheng Muyun, we've been drugged."
Cheng Muyun's eyes were clearly clear and bright. He looked at Xu Zhuohua, suddenly smiled, and his chest moved slightly.
The two were standing too close, and Xu Zhuohua could feel a voice coming from his chest, "Since you know, then cooperate."
Cheng Muyun's hand gripped Xu Zhuohua's waist, his voice extremely seductive, "Scream."
Seeing that Cheng Muyun didn't have that kind of feeling for her, Xu Zhuohua called out in cooperation.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Cheng Muyun's face darkened. "It's too stiff."
Xu Zhuohua was equally exasperated. "I don't know how!"
Seeing the person in his arms hesitate, Cheng Muyun simply pinched the soft flesh on his waist hard, and Xu Zhuohua instantly burst into tears from the pain.
And finally, he uttered a sound that satisfied Cheng Muyun.
Xu Zhuohua was furious, her fingers digging into Cheng Muyun's chest muscles. "You have to scream too!"
As he spoke, he gripped her tightly and twisted her halfway around. Cheng Muyun groaned, arched his back, and released Xu Zhuohua's body.
Once free, Xu Zhuohua quickly stepped back a few paces, leaned against the wall, and then used a palm-leaf fan to cover her body.
What exactly do you want?
Cheng Muyun clutched the aching spot on his chest and raised an eyebrow at Xu Zhuohua.
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