Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Let her fiancé listen, Dawn...
"Bang--"
A strong wind blew, closing the bedroom door. The candlelight flickered and struggled. When the wind passed, the weak flame gradually recovered and filled the room with dim light.
The man, wearing shining silver armor, was tall and gradually approaching, his hawk-like eyes fixed on her. Shu Yun was terrified and uneasy. It seemed as if the strength in her legs had been sucked away by him, and she was limp and unable to get up.
Silver armor reflected the dim candlelight. Xiao Ye walked to the rose chair, blocking her way, looking down at her, his cold face hidden in the light and shadow. He slowly curled his lips, as if satisfied with catching his prey.
On this scorching summer night, Shuyun felt an icy chill that quickly spread from her feet to her entire body. She turned her head stiffly towards the dressing table, avoiding the man's gaze. The mirror reflected the man's hand hanging at his side, his fingers slender and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Xiao Ye's arms were draped over the rose chair, his silver armor clanking as he looked from her back to the frightened little face in the bronze mirror.
His gaze pressed closer and closer, giving off a very oppressive feeling.
Shuyun's heart tightened in her throat, her breath choking. With a large hand pressing down on the armchair, the man slowly leaned over, pressing in. His face was level with her ear, and he paused there. His sharp gaze shone into her eyes through the mirror, and Shuyun was terrified.
Xiao Ye whispered in her ear, "I asked my sister to reject the marriage proposal, but she happily accepted it."
Shuyun bit her lips, lowered her head and remained silent.
The bedroom was eerily quiet.
The faint scent of roses lingered in his nostrils. Xiao Ye glanced at the open jar of perfume on the dressing table. She was only wearing pajamas after taking a bath. The ends of her hair were slightly wet and still dripping. Her trouser legs were rolled up several times, revealing her slender white ankles and white calves that could be held in one palm.
Xiao Ye took the jar of ointment from the table and rubbed the carved patterns on the jar with his fingertips.
The gauze curtains fluttered and a few dim candlelights swayed slowly.
There were many figures in front of the dressing table, and two people were sitting on the small rose armchair, looking very intimate.
Shu Yun was held by the man, sitting sideways on his lap. The silver armor was hard and uncomfortable. Her pajamas had been lifted up and rolled up to her knees. Xiao Ye took some ointment and wiped her snow-white calves. The softness in his palms was delicate, unlike the softness of his stomach.
He grasped her calf with his palm, pressing the soft flesh between his fingers. His palm slowly closed. Shuyun felt pain and frowned slightly. She glanced at the mirror and saw a man holding her. Her legs were half exposed and were grasped by his big palm, with her feet on the edge of the armchair.
No matter how you look at it, it's extremely obscene. Shuyun, who had always followed the rules since childhood, suddenly felt ashamed and turned her eyes away, unwilling to look, tears welling up in her eyes.
Xiao Ye lowered his head and kissed the soft flesh pressed by his tiger's mouth. His hot and wet lips pressed against hers, and his teeth bit her lightly. Shu Yun's head was buzzing, and a strong sense of humiliation overwhelmed her. She trembled in his arms, tears of grievance flashing in her eyes, but she couldn't hold it back, and the tears flowed out like a broken dam.
Warm tears fell on his earlobe. Xiao Ye froze, clenched his calf, and bit harder, leaving a circle of his teeth marks.
Xiao Ye looked up at the girl who was silently crying, held her chin, and looked at her tearful face with a look of extreme grievance. "Sister, you ignored my words. You need to be punished so that you can learn your lesson."
She was still crying. Xiao Ye held her head and kissed her lips.
Shuyun struggled, and Xiao Ye kissed her harder and harder, pressing down her restless knees with his arms.
The rose chair is broken.
After Xiao Ye applied the ointment on her, both of them were scented with roses.
The pink gauze curtain hung up and down at the same time. Shuyun buried her head in the soft pillow, biting her lips and crying silently, her tears wetting the pillow.
Xiao Ye sat on the edge of the bed, the dim candlelight illuminating her graceful figure. He reached out and gently stroked the top of her head, his long fingers moving through her black hair, entwining a strand of black hair between his fingers.
Xiao Ye opened his thin lips and said, "Sister Yun, if you want to get married, then get married. Set a date and I will send you to the bridal sedan."
With a fierce look in his eyes, Xiao Ye stood up and left her boudoir.
Late in the night, Xiao Ye returned to Yanfu Residence.
Candles were lit in the room. Xiao Ye had changed into casual clothes and came out from behind the screen. Wherever he passed, a chill was brought with him. Biluo knelt on the ground with her head down, silent as a cicada.
The man lifted his robe and sat at the head of the table. His deep eyes were as cold as frost, and his face was filled with anger. Biluo waited for his decision, but when he didn't speak, she looked up quietly. A fierce look flashed through his eyes, and her heart trembled.
Xiao Ye stared at her, drumming his knuckles on the table, and said coldly, "I never need maids in my courtyard, but I bought you anyway."
Biluo's palms were cold, and every word reminded her. Five years ago, Xiao Ye had bought her from the slave market and trained her to become a top-notch maid at Yanfu Residence. From then on, she had no worries about food and clothing. All she had to do was quietly wander around the west courtyard of the Marquis's mansion, befriending the maids around Shuyun so she could easily learn of her movements.
Biluo already knew that Xiao Ye was attracted to Shuyun. Her only duty in the mansion was to monitor Shuyun's every move.
Now, while the eldest son is busy with the emperor's trip, Old Lady Cui has agreed to the Liang family's matchmaking and wants to marry Shuyun to Liang Meng.
Biluo placed her palms on the ground, her head resting on the back of her hands, and admitted her fault: "It was my fault for not telling the eldest master in time."
Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of anger between his brows, "Calculating the time, it has been three days since the matchmaker came to propose marriage."
Biluo panicked and said, "It is my fault. I remember your kindness, sir. Please give me another chance."
The words fell silent like a stone sinking into the sea. Biluo felt anxious and increasingly uneasy.
The man drummed his knuckles on the table. After one thump, the next was heard a long time later.
"If Shuyun is not in the Marquis' Mansion, you don't have to stay."
An extremely cold voice came from above her head, and Biluo's face suddenly turned pale. "This servant will remember this."
Biluo left the room, and Xiao Ye sat there, not moving for a long time. He had set up the game from the very beginning, watching Shuyun step in step by step. Zheng Shaojiu was in the game, Wang Huilan was also in the game, and Liang Meng was a chess piece that had nothing to do with Shuyun. It was this chess piece that went in the wrong direction and was outside his plan.
If she wants to get married, then let her get married. However, the red veil has not been removed yet, so who knows which house she will be carried into or whose bridal chamber she will enter.
Xiao Ye withdrew the secret guards who were lurking in the Huainan Palace.
The love Gu still waited obediently for him to remove it again and again.
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A solitary moon hangs in the sky above the building. As night falls, Zuichun Tower is bustling with guests.
After Liang Meng got off duty, he changed his clothes and went to Zuichunlou to keep his appointment. He followed the waiter up to the second floor.
The private rooms on the second floor are quiet, away from the noise of the lobby on the first floor.
"The young master has arrived, please come in, Lord Liang." Fu Feng was guarding outside the box. There was another closed box next to him. Afraid that Liang Meng had gone to the wrong place, he stretched out his hand and gestured, inviting him in.
Liang Meng nodded and pushed the door to enter the box. A man in an indigo round-necked robe stood by the window, looking at the bustling night scene outside.
Liang Meng looked at the man's back. Emotionally, Xiao Ye was the mentor who recommended him; personally, this eldest son of the marquisate would soon be his brother-in-law.
Liang Meng showed him great respect and said, "Mr. Xiao."
Hearing this, Xiao Ye slowly turned around, a faint smile appearing on his stern face, "Young Master Liang is here."
The voice was a bit louder than usual. Xiao Ye sat down at the table, picked up the pot and poured wine, saying: "Mr. Liang, please sit down. There is no need to be restrained."
Liang Meng sat down next to Xiao Ye and took the wine glass somewhat stiffly.
Xiao Ye said calmly, "I just heard yesterday that Young Master Liang invited a matchmaker to the mansion to propose marriage, and my grandmother agreed to the marriage."
When talking about the happy event, Liang Meng's face was full of smiles, as happy as when he received the promotion notice.
A hint of annoyance flashed across Xiao Ye's eyes. He picked up the wine glass, rubbed it slowly with his fingertips, and said, "My sister is delicate and cries a lot, and I can't bear to see her suffer even a little bit."
Liang Meng froze, thinking that Xiao Ye was warning him, and he also understood Xiao Ye's purpose in asking him out tonight.
He stood up, bowed and promised, "Please rest assured, my lord. I really like Miss Yun. When I welcome her into my family, I will not let her suffer even a little bit of injustice and will love and protect her."
Xiao Ye laughed, and Liang Meng's expression froze slightly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he had a vague feeling that he was laughing out of anger.
"Sister, you will be happy to hear this," Xiao Ye said, his voice rising a few notches.
The two were drinking and eating at the table. Not long after Xiao Ye finished speaking, there was a sudden noise from the box next door, as if something hit the wall and broke.
Liang Meng paused while picking up the food.
Xiao Ye picked up the wine glass and drank. As he lowered his eyes, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Liang Meng subconsciously looked at the wall where the noise came from.
"It looks like there's a quarrel next door." Xiao Ye said calmly, as if he didn't need to pay attention.
Liang Meng nodded, continued eating, and toasted Xiao Ye with a glass of wine.
Soon, the door of the box was pushed open, and Qiongzhi hurried to Xiao Ye, covered her lips with his, and whispered a report in his ear.
Xiao Ye curled his lips and waved his hand to signal Qiongzhi to leave.
Xiao Ye stood up and said, "There is an urgent matter that I need to deal with. Mr. Liang, please wait a moment. I will be back soon." Liang Meng knew that Xiao Ye was busy, so he watched him leave and waited for him to come back in the box.
Next door, in a private room separated by a wall, the tightly closed door was pushed open, revealing broken porcelain pieces from a vase scattered on the wall.
Xiao Ye's eyebrows slightly raised, "You are in a bad mood today."
Xiao Ye looked up and saw Shu Yun leaning on the table uncomfortably, her legs under her skirt coming together and entangled.
Hearing a noise in the box, Shuyun looked up and saw the man walking towards her step by step. The fresh breath came and surrounded her, arousing the desire of the love insect in her body.
Xiao Ye stopped at the table, lowered his eyes to look at her, brushed the hair off her cheek with his fingers, and said leisurely, "Look at my memory. I was so obsessed with meeting my sister's crush that I forgot that today was the day my sister's love poison broke out."
Shuyun bit her lip, liar.
He remembered it, remembered it clearly. Before Liang Meng showed up for the appointment, he took her out of the house and placed her in this poorly soundproofed box, listening to their conversation.
The man's fingertips moved across her flushed and sweaty cheeks, like a feather, tickling her heart. Shuyun tremblingly grabbed his fingers.
"Sister, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xiao Ye pulled her up, and she fell into his arms as if her bones were soft, with her soft little hands on his shoulders.
Shuyun couldn't stand the pain of the love poison. She felt like her legs were being tortured and her heart was being eaten by thousands of ants. She raised her head to search for the man's lips, but he was too tall and Shuyun could only touch his jaw.
Xiao Ye lifted her up by the waist. Shu Yun sat at the table and raised her arms to wrap around his neck, closing the distance between them. She then offered her lips to him.
Their lips touched in a lingering kiss. Xiao Ye held her slender waist with one hand and supported her head with the other, kissing her passionately, his powerful heartbeats slowly tuning into the same rhythm.
Xiao Ye suddenly lifted her waist and carried her up from the table. Shu Yun lifted her legs tacitly, wrapped them around his strong waist, steadied her body, and fell softly in his arms.
They kissed all the way to the wall, and the man pushed her over. Shuyun's back was against the wall, she was breathing slightly, her parted lips were stained with water. She looked at the man in a daze, her white arms wrapped around his neck.
The skirt was piled up in the man's arms. Xiao Ye bit the belt of the skirt and pulled it gently.
The candlelight was dim, illuminating two figures by the wall.
On the other side of the wall, Liang Meng sat in the box for a long time. Xiao Ye had not come back yet, and several dishes on the table had already gone cold.
This box is not soundproof, and the noise from next door can be heard.
Just now, because of a quarrel, the neighbors smashed things, and now the quarrel seems to be getting worse.
Liang Meng's expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly realized.
He drank a glass of water, his cheeks felt slightly hot, and his expression was obscure and difficult to describe.
The "awkwardness" next door is getting bigger and bigger and it's getting out of hand.
It's true, the world is going downhill. Liang Meng slowly closed his eyes. He was the only one left in the quiet box. The quieter it was, the clearer the noise from next door became.
The woman was sobbing and crying as if she couldn't bear it anymore. She begged the man, but after a moment, she invited him again.
Liang Meng's breathing was disordered and heavy. He suddenly picked up another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
The restlessness in his heart grew more and more intense, he began to sweat, unbuttoned a button, and took a deep breath.
The next door continues, tirelessly.
Liang Meng stared at the wall that had crashed, his eyes growing darker, as if a burning flame was burning in them.
After sitting for a long time, Xiao Ye still didn't come back, Liang Meng frowned. After a while, he stood up and left the box.
Fu Feng was guarding between the two private rooms. When he saw Liang Meng coming out, he went to greet him and asked, "Master Liang, are you leaving?"
Liang Meng said in a low voice, "I have something else to do, so I won't wait for Master Xiao."
Liang Meng nodded and subconsciously glanced at the closed door next door. He frowned, his throat moved, and after a pause, he turned away, his steps a little big and a little hurried.
Xiao Ye had excellent hearing. Hearing the noise, he pressed his hot lips against Shu Yun's earlobe, bit her ear gently, and said hoarsely, "My sister's lover is gone."
Shu Yun's mind was taken over by the love poison, and it took her a long time to react to what he said, and she hugged the separated bodies tightly.
Xiao Ye chuckled, supported the trembling legs in his arms, picked up Shu Yun and carried her back to the bed.
It was only a few steps away, but Xiao Ye was not in a hurry. He seemed to be strolling leisurely in the garden, stopping from time to time to look at her.
The girl in his arms whimpered angrily, pressing her soft white hands on his shoulders. She wanted to leave, but she just stood up, then lost her strength and sat back in his arms.
Shu Yun's almond-shaped eyes were misty with tears still on them. She looked at him with grievance, sobbed and shook her head, begging in his ear.
Xiao Ye stroked her head gently and quickly returned to the bed.
Shuyun rested her head on a soft pillow, and lay down to look at him, still cooperating like the first time.
In a trance, Shuyun caught a glimpse of the shadows of two people reflected in the candlelight in the tent and was slightly stunned.
Xiao Ye patted her back and said in a hoarse voice, "Focus."
Shu Yun hummed in grievance, Xiao Ye leaned over and hugged her, her delicate body was soft in his arms, the woman's almond-shaped eyes were misty, her black hair wet with sweat stuck to her snow-white neck, she held him in her arms and rubbed her ears against his, she no longer looked like a lady at all.
As the night deepened, a gorgeous carriage drove along the deserted streets and finally stopped at the Anlu Marquis Mansion.
The person in his arms fell asleep, breathing deeply. Xiao Ye got out of the car holding the soft and boneless girl and stepped into the gate of the Marquis' Mansion.
The cloak covered the girl in his arms tightly, but when he stepped into the door, a slender white hand was revealed, softly resting on the man's shoulder, with jade-like bones and icy skin, like frost and snow.
The guards guarding the gate were shocked. The eldest son was a pure and simple man, and today he brought back a famous girl for the first time.
Xiao Ye glanced at them fiercely, and the guards all lowered their heads, not daring to look around or spread rumors.
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The next day, Shuyun woke up and saw the pink tent ceiling. She didn't know when she came back, and her memory was still in Zuichunlou.
He was such a bastard. He sent Biluo to guard the box and not let her go out. She listened to his conversation with Liang Meng in the box. When the love poison took effect, he came over from the next box.
Liang Meng must have heard about that. Shu Yun was ashamed and lost face. She turned her head and buried it in the soft pillow, crying in grievance.
My grandmother has agreed to the Liang family's matchmaking, and the marriage is settled.
Shuyun is getting married!
As long as you get married, you won't have to live this shameful life.
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A horse galloped down the street.
"News from the border: our army has won a victory, Northern Yan has been defeated!"
Inside the Purple Palace, Emperor Wucheng was concentrating on the small building he had built with wooden blocks in front of him. Upon hearing the news, he was overjoyed. After two years, the battle was finally won.
"A great victory in the northern border, Marquis Anlu has made great contributions. Pass on my decree, the army will return to the capital immediately!"
Emperor Wucheng looked at the tall young man in the hall and said with a smile, "Your father has added another military achievement. Marquis Anlu has worked hard and made great contributions. I am very pleased. I can't help but think of your noble son's military achievements at a young age. He has inherited your father's style."
Xiao Ye bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am deeply humbled by your praise. Serving the country and defending the border is the duty of every official. My father has only been carrying Your Majesty's tiger seal and fulfilling his duties conscientiously. I cannot claim any credit for his hard work and achievements. I am young and inexperienced, and I still need to hone my skills and serve the king faithfully."
Emperor Wucheng smiled slightly and waved his hand to dismiss him.
After the young man left the Purple Palace, Emperor Wucheng casually pulled out a piece of wood from the small building. Several pieces of the building had already been removed, and it was shaky and ready to collapse. Any further movement would cause it to collapse in an instant.
I saw that his tall building was about to collapse.
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A great victory was won in the north, and the news that Marquis Anlu was about to return to the capital quickly spread throughout the capital.
The entire marquis's mansion was immersed in joy, waiting for the marquis to return.
Shuyun hasn't seen Anlu Hou for two years. Now that her status has changed drastically, she is looking forward to reuniting with her adoptive father, but at the same time she is still a little afraid that she will not be welcomed. She is unsure.
Shuyun went to the laundry lane as usual. She became Liu Bo's apprentice and learned how to make paper flowers. She was almost a master.
"Girl, how long will your father take to come back?"
When Liu Bo asked about the return date of Marquis Anlu, Shuyun shook her head and replied honestly, "I don't know either. No news has been sent back yet."
Uncle Liu looked strange and said nothing more.
Shuyun lowered her head to cut the paper, feeling a little strange. Liu Bo seemed to have a grudge against Anlu Hou, and now, having heard of the great victory at the border, he seemed very concerned about his return to the capital.
After a rain, it was Chinese Valentine's Day in a blink of an eye.
There is no curfew on the Qixi Festival, and girls go out together. The capital city is crowded with carriages and horses, and the streets are filled with silk and beautiful things, making it very lively and bustling.
Shuyun, a skilled craftsman, had learned from Liu Bo that she could create two lifelike paper-cut flower hairpins. On Qixi Festival, she placed them for sale in Yunshuang Pavilion. Their elegant flowers immediately captured the hearts of the noble ladies of the capital, who flocked to buy them, and they sold out in a flash.
There were only two flowers, which was certainly not enough. The noble ladies surrounded Frost Lady and asked her if she had any more.
Frost Lady finally managed to free herself from the crowd of noble ladies and said loudly, "Thank you all for your support. Today is the first sale. We will have more of these when the paper hairpins are made."
Shuang Niang said, "There is only one hairpin artist in our shop, and this is a delicate job, so I hope you will bear with me. If any girl is interested, please leave your name at the front desk, and I will let you know as soon as the paper hairpin is finished."
Frost Lady greeted them and the girls went to the front desk to leave their names.
On the second-floor stands, Shuyun's eyes were filled with smiles, but unfortunately she was pressed for time and could only make two flowers.
After coming out of Yunshuang Pavilion, Shuyun and Lin Yunxi went to Wangyue Pavilion to pray for dexterity through needlework.
The Moon-Watching Pavilion was crowded with people and surrounded by girls.
Under the moonlight, the girls thread the five-colored threads through seven needles arranged in a row. Whoever threads the needle the fastest will be blessed by the Weaver Girl and be granted a pair of skillful hands, which is called "De Qiao".
Shuyun and Lin Yunxi both received the blessing of the Weaver Girl and were smiling happily.
Lin Yunxi had sharp eyes and spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. He nudged Shuyun with his elbow and said, "Look, who is that?"
Shuyun looked up and her eyes met Liang Meng's. She was slightly stunned.
"I'll go back first." Lin Yunxi smiled secretly, covered his lips with a round fan, and whispered in Shuyun's ear.
Lin Yunxi left holding her skirt. She heard that Liang Meng proposed to Shuyun. She was happy for Shuyun. Although the Liang family was not as good as the Zheng family, Liang Meng was gentle and elegant, good-looking, kind and motivated. He and Shuyun were a perfect match!
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Horse-drawn carriages came and went, blocking the streets. The streets were decorated with lights and were bustling with activity.
Shuyun and Liang Meng were walking in the streets.
The street stalls selling embroidery were always crowded with people. Shuyun took a look and subconsciously tightened the embroidered sachet in her sleeve. People were coming and going around her. She had waited for a long time and finally found an opportunity.
There weren't many people walking under the osmanthus tree. Shuyun took out the sachet from her sleeve and said, "I saw Mr. Liang often wear a sachet around his waist, so I made one myself. It's orchid-scented. I hope Mr. Liang doesn't mind it."
Shuyun's cheeks turned red and felt slightly hot. She held the sachet in her hand, lowered her head shyly, and didn't dare to look at him.
Liang Meng was stunned. He took the sachet from the girl and held it in his hand with care. "Why would you dislike it? Thank you, Miss Yun."
Liang Meng stroked the embroidery on the sachet with his fingertips, tied the sachet carefully around his waist, and touched it again and again.
Shuyun pursed her lips, her almond eyes shy, and she hummed softly.
"Ever since the matchmaker came to the Marquis' Mansion to propose marriage and my grandmother agreed, I have been happy every day." Shuyun said in a low voice. She abandoned her girlish reserve and expressed her aspirations frankly.
Hearing these words from the girl he liked, Liang Meng's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't hide his excitement.
The moonlight is gentle, and the beloved in front of me lowers her head shyly.
Liang Meng's eyes were full of tenderness and he said, "I am happy too."
He lowered his head and whispered in Shuyun's ear, "I want to marry Miss Yun home."
Shu Yun raised her eyes and gave him a glare, full of girlish shyness. She replied in a coquettish voice, "Then come and propose marriage as soon as possible."
With a gentle push from her little hand, Shuyun covered her face with a fan and ran away shyly.
Liang Meng's heart beat faster. He stared at the girl's shy back, stunned, and chased after her with a silly smile.
It is to propose marriage as soon as possible.
On a tall building by the river, Xiao Ye leaned against the railing, overlooking the bustling street. His face was cold and frosty, and his sharp and heavy gaze shifted away from the osmanthus tree as the two figures disappeared.
Because of the angle, he saw Shu Yun kissing Liang Meng on the side of his face.
Giving him the sachet wasn't enough, she also kissed him.
The couple exchanged glances and showed affection.
Xiao Ye had never seen her so shy before. He sneered and left the building in a huff.
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Liang Meng went to chase Shu Yun, but the street was too busy and he was bumped by a flower girl, and the flowers in the basket fell out.
Liang Meng helped the flower girl pick flowers. When he came to his senses, he could not find Shu Yun. Girls came and went, but there was no trace of that beautiful figure.
After Shu Yun ran away, she was blocked by a familiar figure. Xiao Ye walked towards her. The lights were dim, and the man's stern face was covered with a layer of chill, and his heavy eyes stared at her.
Shuyun shuddered and turned around subconsciously, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand and pulled with great force.
Xiao Ye's wide sleeves drooped, and he said coldly: "Where are you going, sister? You ran away when you saw your brother. Who taught you etiquette?"
With force on his palm, Xiao Ye pulled her around and walked forward with the staggering girl, leaving the crowded street.
The riverside is quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the long street. There are already several pairs of lovers snuggling by the river.
Shu Yun's heart tightened, and she had an inexplicable ominous premonition. She lowered her posture and said weakly: "Brother, my hand hurts. It hurts from shaking hands."
Under the willow tree, Xiao Ye stopped and slightly loosened his hand that was clenched around his slender white wrist.
Xiao Ye's eyes were cold and leisurely. "You are not even engaged yet, but you are already secretly having sex with your lover. You are really shameless, sister."
Shu Yun's body trembled, her pupils constricted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face. He was watching in the dark?
Shuyun realized it later. In the night when the heat had not yet subsided, a chill started to spread from her back.
“Hmm…”
Shuyun couldn't utter any words of comfort because he blocked her lips and put an arm across her waist, pushing her into his arms.
Xiao Ye held her slender waist, which was too thin to be grasped with one hand, supported the back of her head, forced her to raise her head, and kissed her fiercely.
The overbearing kiss, the one that swept the pool and attacked the city, took away all the breath from her lips and made her lips numb. Shu Yun was breathless. She caught a glimpse of Liang Meng coming towards her from a distance, and her head was buzzing.
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