Pei Yan was very close to her.
The cool lips were almost touching her ears.
With every word, a wave of heat brushed past Song Huan's ears, making him shiver. His heart trembled slightly, and he felt as if someone had poured a handful of noodles into his watery head...
In a daze, the cold lips fell on her cheek.
Song Huan suddenly came back to his senses and raised his hand to push Pei Yan away.
But her hand stopped halfway up in the air. She was worried that she had no way to take off Pei Yan's clothes. Why not just go along with what he wanted, coax him to take off his outer robe and shirt, and then find a reason to refuse?
Thinking of this, Song Huan's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, lightly rested on Pei Yan's shoulder.
"My Lord..."
She murmured, "Your injuries haven't healed yet..."
Although the words had the same meaning as before, Song Huan's face had been flushed by Pei Yan's teasing just now, and now she deliberately lowered her eyes to prevent Pei Yan from seeing through her thoughts...
If it were under normal circumstances, with Pei Yan's keen observation skills, he would definitely be able to discover Song Huan's trick.
But this time... maybe he was bewitched by a ghost, but Pei Yan didn't notice Song Huan's concealment, and instead thought she was just shy because of her true feelings.
"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious." Pei Yan hugged Song Huan's waist with his uninjured arm, and with a little force he straightened her body so that she was facing her.
Their skin touched, their breaths mixed, and the man's handsome features were within reach.
Song Huan: “…”
Where did Pei Yanyan learn these flirting techniques?
Obviously, during the last unspeakable time, he just rushed around...
But Song Huan didn't forget his purpose. He temporarily suppressed his thoughts and moved his hands from Pei Yan's shoulders to the collar of his robe, pulling at it from time to time...
Pei Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, "Madam, could you please help me take off my outer robe?"
Okay, of course.
Song Huan was very happy and took great effort to keep her expression steady so that she would not look so anxious.
But she controlled her expression but not her movements. As Pei Yan finished speaking... her hands had already grasped the collar of her robe and pulled it down to Pei Yan's shoulders.
But it was difficult to take it off. Pei Yan had one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist...
"My Lord," Song Huan moved, "Please let me go for a moment."
Her movement made Pei Yan stiffen suddenly, "Don't move."
Pei Yan let out a low cry.
Song Huan was stunned. What the hell was this guy doing?
How could she undress him if he didn't let her go?
However, the next second, Song Huan froze completely. She clearly felt a hard, hot source penetrate her clothes and penetrate her skin...
This... seems to be going too far.
According to the current situation, if she coaxes this guy to take off his clothes and then tells him "Not tonight"...will Pei Yanyan strangle her to death in anger?
Song Huan stuttered a little, "My Lord, please let me go first."
Pei Yan stared at Song Huan with his dark eyes. He smiled with an ambiguous tone, "My lady, you call me 'Marquis' just like everyone else. Don't you feel awkward?"
She almost always called him Marquis in the past, and Pei Yan didn't think it was a big deal.
But after hearing her call his name in such a clear and pleasant voice tonight, Pei Yan no longer wanted to hear her call him "Marquis".
Song Huan frowned and thought about it, unfamiliar?
Didn't she always call him that?
Could it be... Song Huan thought of a possibility. This guy probably wanted her to call him "husband?"
Something seemed to suddenly explode between Pei Yan's eardrums, and a ray of light flashed in his deep black eyes.
Husband?
He actually just wanted Huanhuan to call his name.
But the word "husband"... seems good too.
Pei Yan's thoughts were in a whirlwind, but in Song Huan's eyes, he seemed to be the same from beginning to end.
His thin lips were tightly pursed, his face slightly cold, and he looked as if he was not very satisfied with the way she addressed him.
Song Huan felt a little lost in his heart.
"My Lord, if you don't like it, I won't call you that."
Having said that, she no longer showed any mercy and pushed Pei Yan away with force. She stood up and kept a distance from him.
Pei Yan couldn't help but gasp. When Song Huan stood up, he happened to touch somewhere under his body. For a moment, an indescribable feeling and the pain from the wound gathered in his mind. It was really... torturous.
Seeing this, Song Huan just thought that his wound was hurt, and he sneered in his heart, thinking that he deserved it.
"My Lord, does your wound hurt?" She said with concern, "I was confused and forgot about your injury for a moment."
"..." After going through this, Pei Yan finally calmed down.
Listening to Song Huan's tone at this moment, one could naturally tell that she was deliberately speaking in a sarcastic manner.
This is angry again.
Pei Yan was very confident, and the reason for his anger was not difficult to guess.
"My lady, you misunderstood." Pei Yan said.
Song Huan looked at him calmly, "What do you mean, Lord? What did I misunderstand?"
Pei Yan coughed lightly: "...Didn't my wife just call me 'husband'?"
Song Huan said "Oh" softly, his eyes flickering, and he said casually: "My Lord, don't you like it? If you don't like me, then don't call me that. It's just a name after all, it doesn't matter."
Pei Yan's face turned slightly cold when he heard this: "It's important."
“…” Does this guy want to quarrel?
Song Huan stared at Pei Yan with a cold gaze, "Then what does the Marquis want me to call you?"
Pei Yan was not afraid at all. He stared at her with both eyes and said in a deep voice, "Of course it's 'husband'."
Song Huan: “???”
The anger that had been nestling in her chest suddenly had nowhere to go.
Pei Yan is a vicious guy!
Since he wanted her to call him "husband", why did he have such a stern face just now?
Song Huan was neither angry nor indifferent at the same time. The momentum of the confrontation suddenly weakened significantly...
Pei Yan was still staring at her intently, as if he would not blink unless Song Huan called him "husband".
They looked at each other for a long time.
Finally, Song Huan gave in first and called out in compromise, "Husband... Lord?"
"Hmm." Pei Yan finally responded calmly, lowered his eyes, and as if in response, called out to Song Huan - "Madam."
“…”What the hell!
Song Huan couldn't help but shudder. He felt that the atmosphere in the tent had suddenly become mysteriously awkward...
But the person on the bed was still unaware and said, "Madam, aren't you going to undress me?"
Song Huan: "...Okay, undress."
Song Huan is thick-skinned and cannot admit defeat.
Taking a step forward, she approached Pei Yan again: "Stretch out your arms."
"Yeah." Pei Yan was extremely obedient. Upon hearing that, he not only stretched out his arms but also stood up.
This time, the outer robe was taken off smoothly. Song Huan took the outer robe and hung it on the screen. She turned back, gritted her teeth, and said to Pei Yan, "Are you going to take off your inner clothes too, my husband?"
Pei Yan was slightly stunned. He thought that after what happened just now, Huanhuan would not let him touch her.
The author has something to say: Jinjin: I’m stuck and writing very slowly. I’ll post this chapter first. The next chapter will be a bit late, so don’t wait~ I also recommend a book from a friend——
Author: Dongcai
Title: The Villain's Early Deceased Wife Reborn
Copywriter: Yu Wei died, and after death found himself existing in a book.
She was the wife of the biggest villain, Wei Yi, who died early, and who never lived through a single chapter in the book. She only existed in legends passed down by the world...
The apple of his eye, the white moonlight he had finally found.
For her, Wei Yi persecuted the heroine who looked like her, wanting to make her into a specimen for remembrance...
Yu Wei: “…” Nonsense!
What white moonlight, sweetheart, they are obviously just scapegoats and take the blame!
Yu Wei kicked in anger, and then she...returned to life...
Yu Wei after faking death: Divorce, we must divorce!
Later—After a night of indulgence, Yu Wei collapsed on the bed, limp as mud. Wei Yi's hoarse voice asked beside her: "Weiwei, are you still going to get a divorce?"
Yu Wei shivered with pain all over her body: "No, not in this life!"
The Strong and Delicate Wife vs. the Congenitally Disabled Perverted and Gloomy White-Kneed Black Reading Tips: 1. The male protagonist is born with a disability, his legs are not conducive to walking, and he cannot move below the knees. It cannot be cured. Those who mind should be careful.
2. The heroine looks delicate and weak, but is actually very strong. She can be sweet or salty. After traveling to the modern era, she may be a little silly.
3. A pampering story, it must be a pampering story, the hero can pamper the heroine to the sky, and the heroine can pamper the hero to the hell.
4. The background is fictitious and cannot be verified.
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