Seeing Meng Jingyue speak, Madam Meng could only handle it with care. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, I won't embarrass you anymore. Hurry up and leave. Don't hang around in front of me."
Meng Jingyue responded and gave Panshu a look.
Pan Shu understood instantly.
He said hello to Mrs. Meng and pushed Meng Jingyue away.
Hearing the girl behind him clearly sigh of relief, Meng Jingyue hesitated and spoke in a less than expert manner, "My mother does have a bad temper, but she's not a bad person. If she makes things difficult for you, just tell me... I'll support you."
His voice was very soft.
From Panshu's perspective, she could easily see the tips of his ears, which were red as blood.
Pan Shu wanted to tease him, "I heard that wealthy families like yours value offspring. If my husband can give me a child... maybe I can walk around the mansion with my own way."
The young man seemed to be greatly shocked.
He slowly trembled his eyelashes.
His voice trembled, "I, I can't give it to you."
"Who said that?"
Pan Shu stared mischievously at a part of his body that had already shown some reaction.
Meng Jingyue closed his eyes tightly in shame and anger, and scolded her softly, "Don't mention this matter again..."
"But we are husband and wife."
"We are different."
The girl lowered her eyes in disappointment, "Okay."
Night soon fell. Ah Fu filled a few buckets of warm water and placed them in the room. He then helped Ban Shu put Meng Jingyue on the bed before leaving.
Following the sound of the door gently closing.
The young man's thick black eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his face was full of shame and anger.
“…”
It made her seem so unsatisfied.
Pan Shu stared at him silently for a while, then kicked him and said, "I won't touch you."
"Really. I promise."
Just don’t beg me for help in the future.
An unfathomable smile appeared on Panshu's face.
Meng Jingyue clutched the clothes on her chest tightly like a young wife, and said "oh" in a muffled voice, "Come in and sleep."
Pan Shu took off her outer clothes, and even her inner clothes were too cumbersome for her, but considering that Meng Jingyue could not accept it for the time being, she had to lie down in the cold quilt wrapped in her inner clothes.
She closed her eyes and didn't say a word to Meng Jingyue.
Meng Jingyue is a man of few words.
Seeing that Panshu was asleep, he turned off the light on his side and lay down to sleep.
Meng Jingyue was a light sleeper and was used to sleeping alone. Suddenly there was someone next to him, and he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Especially the girl's sweet body fragrance lingers on the nose.
She seemed to be sleeping soundly. Meng Jingyue couldn't help but open his eyes and look at her in the dim moonlight. His new wife was very beautiful.
Pointed cheeks, a delicate nose, red lips, white teeth and bright blue eyes.
When you close your eyes.
The disturbing charm faded a little.
Meng Jingyue didn't tell her.
In fact, he felt that she was like a fairy who had just begun to cultivate into a human form.
She is so charming but doesn't realize it.
Seductive but ignorant.
He had clearly hated this crude and contemptuous person so much yesterday, and he could see through her ridiculous thoughts at a glance. But why was it that after that banquet, she seemed like a completely different person?
At least.
He didn't hate her anymore.
Meng Jingyue didn't know when he fell asleep, but suddenly he was woken up by an unbearable pain like burning fire. His pale face was covered with cold sweat and his teeth were trembling slightly.
This pain is very familiar.
He often felt this pain, sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night.
It wasn't unusual. So Meng Jingyue decided to just endure the pain as he had done before.
"Meng Jingyue...?"
In the darkness, the girl gently hugged his waist, then suddenly paused, her tone becoming anxious, "What's wrong with you? Is it hurting?"
Meng Jingyue took a deep breath and said, "Not bad."
The girl had already lit the light under the dark green lampshade, and the young man's pale and weak face was immediately visible.
She opened her eyes wide, somewhat bewildered, trying not to let the tears fall. "I, I'll go call the doctor."
Due to Meng Jingyue's physical condition, a doctor lives in the Meng Mansion all year round.
"Need not."
Meng Jingyue frowned slightly, "It will be fine soon."
As if he felt his voice was too cold, he added, "It's always been like this before, don't be afraid."
The next second, his voice suddenly stopped.
"Is this the place?"
The girl's soft, warm, snow-white hand gingerly touched his knee, "Does it hurt here?"
"……Um."
Meng Jingyue wanted to ask her what she was going to do.
Even if she knew where he was in pain, it would be of no use, right?
He could only swallow the pain by himself, endure it quietly, and wait for dawn.
I'm used to it.
Next second!
Meng Jingyue held Banshu's hand tightly and looked at her warily, "What are you going to do?"
"To help you."
Meng Jingyue's legs have never seen the sun for years, they are dazzlingly white, straight and slender, and very beautiful.
Pan Shu did not resist, and lowered her head to slowly massage his calf muscles.
She doesn't quite understand either.
But massage seems to help.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt if you rub it." The girl's red lips moved word by word, and her warm breath sprayed on his legs that had long lost consciousness. Meng Jingyue closed his eyes tightly.
The long eyelashes like thick crow feathers trembled violently.
Actually it still hurts.
But slowly, he seemed to no longer feel the pain.
Another tingling sensation seemed to gnaw through his bones, and he couldn't help but gasp slightly.
He opened his wet eyes in confusion, and a blush slowly appeared on his frail and cold cheeks. Meng Jingyue opened his pale lips and couldn't help but whisper her name, "Banshu..."
Pan Shu raised her eyebrows.
She thought that this young master still remembered her name.
It's really not easy.
"Does it still hurt?" In the silent and dim environment, the girl's voice seemed to be tinged with lust that made him feel at a loss.
Lure him into the abyss.
Let him be doomed.
Meng Jingyue subconsciously felt danger.
He groaned softly and panted, "Ugh...it hurts..."
Banshu had no doubts, and her hands, which had originally stopped, began to massage slowly again.
He clearly wanted her to let go.
But I still lied.
Meng Jingyue's delicate facial features were gradually shrouded in confusion.
It was not until dawn that Pan Shu let go of Meng Jingyue's hand and fell asleep exhausted when she saw that his expression was no longer so scary.
Meng Jingyue lowered his eyes and stared blankly at the girl's hand on his waist.
Purse your lips gently.
He covered her with the quilt tighter.
He leaned against the headboard, looked out the window, and blinked slowly.
This was the most relaxing and enjoyable night he had ever had since his legs became disabled.
[Meng Jingyue's strategy value: 30.]
The next day.
Panshu slept until noon.
Meng Jingyue didn't wake her up, knowing that she was very tired last night.
Instead, Madam Meng stared at him strangely for a long time. "What happened to you last night...? Why is she so tired? Is she pretending?"
Her son shouldn't be that powerful.
Meng Jingyue realized belatedly that she had misunderstood him. He pursed his lips and said, "Yeah. I'm not pretending."
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