The flame that Pei Yan had barely suppressed in his heart was easily ignited by Song Huan's words.
Moreover, it is more prosperous than before...
Only when you taste the marrow can you know the taste.
In fact, on the day Song Huan just arrived at the military camp, Pei Yan did have some thoughts.
He had only let her go because he was worried she would not be able to handle the long journey. But tonight she had come to him on her own initiative, so he had no reason to let her go.
Otherwise... who knows what strange thoughts this woman will have...
Pei Yan's eyes were gloomy, but huge waves were already rising in his heart.
He did not answer Song Huan, but limped out from behind the screen.
Song Huan didn't know what he was going to do, and she was still angry, so even though she saw Pei Yan looked a little pitiful, she still stood firmly beside the screen as still as a mountain, but... her eyes kept following Pei Yan's figure.
Then she saw him extinguishing the candles in the tent one by one...
Song Huan: "..." Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
Turn off the lights and go to sleep, that's normal.
However, Pei Yan, who had extinguished all the candles outside the screen in a normal manner, turned around and saw the little woman hiding beside the screen. Suddenly, a plan came to his mind. As he took a step, he bumped into the desk, making a loud "bang" sound in the darkness, accompanied by his faint groan.
The candles outside were extinguished, and Song Huan couldn't see clearly where Pei Yan bumped into the desk, but she knew that this guy always cared about his reputation. If he hadn't been hurt so much, he would definitely have endured it and not said a word.
Song Huan hurried over and asked, "Did you get hurt?"
Of course it's not a leg injury.
Pei Yan didn't dare to use his injured leg to hit her, otherwise Huanhuan would probably not let him touch her no matter what.
"No." Pei Yan said in a low voice.
Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. It was good that the wound was not touched.
Besides, this guy has both legs injured now, so he shouldn't think about those trivial things anymore.
She supported Pei Yan and took a look at the underwear he was wearing. It was actually just underwear...it was okay not to take it off.
When this guy fell asleep in the middle of the night, she would cut her finger and then secretly insert it from behind...
Having made up his mind, Song Huan said, "Hou..."
She had just said a word when she was met with Pei Yan's cold gaze in the darkness.
Song Huan hurriedly changed her words, "...Husband, both of your legs are injured. You should go to bed and rest early."
Pei Yan: “…”
Shooting oneself in the foot...
"I don't feel any pain." Pei Yan tried to save his dignity, took Song Huan's hand, and strode towards the bed.
Song Huan looked at him. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with his right leg, but his left leg, which was injured by the knife, was obviously lame.
This guy... is very obsessed.
Song Huan felt a little guilty.
After all, she was the one who took advantage of the guy's injury and came to the tent to tease him first.
Now that the other person is really angry, wouldn't it be a bit unkind if she doesn't help solve the problem?
But before Song Huan had time to worry about this problem, as the two of them walked to the bed, Pei Yan suddenly picked her up horizontally.
Song Huan was startled, "Let go of me, your hand."
Pei Yan obeyed and put it on the bed.
Song Huan: “…”
Pei Yan turned around and extinguished the last candle on the bedside.
For a moment, the room was filled with darkness.
Song Huan couldn't help but close his eyes, and a rustling sound rang in his ears.
When he opened his eyes again, he was looking into Pei Yan's eyes.
He supported himself on the bed with his uninjured left arm, and raised his right hand to gently stroke her cheek...
"Huanhuan." Pei Yan said hoarsely, "Can you give it to me?"
Song Huan's heart was slightly startled. This was the first time Pei Yan said "I"... Although it was just a simple word, to her, this word represented equality.
After all, she was not a native ancient person.
She can accept the feudal system of the king here, and can also objectively view the male chauvinism and female inferiority here.
But this doesn't mean that she can transform herself into someone who conforms to the rules of this world.
So, she didn't even think about finding a man to live with here...
As long as you have money, wouldn’t it be wonderful to eat, drink, have fun and live a carefree life?
But now... Song Huan's eyes couldn't help but bend, it seemed that having more men was not a bad thing.
"I have a condition." Song Huan admitted that she was a little tempted, but life was the most important thing to her.
The current situation is the most suitable opportunity to negotiate terms.
Pei Yan pecked Song Huan's mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "What are the conditions?"
Song Huan: "Just promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you won't kill me."
Pei Yan's eyes suddenly darkened.
However, Song Huan didn't notice. She thought for a moment and added, "You can't send anyone to kill me either."
She finished speaking, a glimmer in her dark eyes.
In the past, she would not dare and would not say these words.
Asking for a promise from a murderous villain is simply wishful thinking.
How can a villain value promises?
But now Song Huan wants to give it a try. Instead of believing what others think of him, it is better to believe what he thinks of himself.
"How could I kill you?" Pei Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of cold murderous intent when he said this, but the darkness of the night completely concealed his not-so-obvious murderous intent.
Song Huan pursed her lips, "Do you really want to know the reason?"
Pei Yan asked back: "Will my wife tell the truth?"
Song Huan choked: "...Unfair."
"Um?"
Pei Yan snorted softly, "How is it unfair?"
Song Huan was depressed. Even though she had said some things against her will in order to please him, hadn't those words become true now?
What's this guy obsessed with? Why does he have to keep holding on to such a small vulnerability of hers?
"Then where did I lie to you?" Song Huan asked.
Pei Yan was speechless. How could he have lied?
Oh, I'm afraid there isn't much truth in it from beginning to end.
She actually dared to ask where she was deceived?
But Pei Yan couldn't bear to expose her.
His right hand stroked her chin, then slid to her neck, collarbone... and finally stopped at her heart. He sighed in his heart: "It doesn't matter where it's a lie, as long as this place is real."
Song Huan: “…”
This guy clearly put his hand on her breast to take advantage of her, but why did his tone sound like he was blaming her for being a heartless man who was a freeloader?
Is this the reverse of the script?
Even if someone really wants to blame the unfaithful man, she should be the one to do it!
Pei Yan felt bitter when he saw that she didn't answer for a long time.
Sure enough, he was wishful thinking.
"I will never kill you, nor will I send anyone to kill you."
"But you are my wife. Do you want to leave me?" Pei Yan's tone suddenly became a little fierce, and he stared at Song Huan and spoke word by word.
Song Huan shook her head when she heard this. Pei Yan's brain was as muddled as hers... Hadn't she shown it clearly enough tonight? She had already given in to him so much.
If it were in the past, she wouldn't obey even if this guy tied her to the bed, even if she didn't want to.
Well, although she was the one who wanted to tie Pei Yan to the bed before...it doesn't matter.
Song Huan climbed up the man's back with one hand and stroked his half-loose black hair with the other, carefully smoothing it. "I won't leave on my own initiative."
Pei Yan narrowed his eyes and waited for the next step.
"But maybe one day you'll want me to leave?"
"No." Pei Yan replied coldly.
He would only break the woman's legs and keep her captive when she tried to escape.
"You're so sure..." Song Huan paused, pursed his lips and smiled, "I believe you."
The vows are true at the moment.
Song Huan didn't want to waste any more time on this. Almost an hour had passed, and she still hadn't completed her "daily sleep" task for the day.
Her small hand reached out to the man's chest, and gently felt a scar on his chest. Following that scar, Song Huan slid all the way to Pei Yan's waist. The belt holding his underwear was also untied with her other hand, and the man's lean body was half-covered and half-naked. Revealed in front of her...
"Husband..." Song Huan murmured softly, "Are you still taking off your underwear?"
Pei Yan's breathing became a little unstable when he heard this. The anger that had originally gathered in his lower abdomen seemed to burn his whole body in an instant.
He didn't even bother to consider whether Song Huan was a little liar or not. He was still enduring it. He had learned some knowledge these days...
Pei Yan lowered his head and gently licked and bit the scar on Song Huan's neck.
He remembered that the last time he accidentally touched the scar on Huanhuan's neck, she got a little excited...
"Hmm..." Song Huan bent his body sensitively when the place he cared about most was touched. He wanted to put his hands up to cover his neck, but when he moved his hands, Pei Yan restrained them with both hands.
"Don't touch there..." Song Huan's voice was fragmented, and he was obviously a little defeated.
How could Pei Yan listen?
The more she refused to let him touch her, the more he lingered on her neck.
"Pei... Pei Yan..." Song Huan didn't know why he became so mean, and begged, "Don't, don't touch..."
He kept kissing her scar, which made her entire neck itchy and her face numb and dizzy.
Not only that, his hands were also dishonestly kneading her waist and her skin... Every place he touched felt both cold and hot, extremely uncomfortable.
"Huanhuan..." Watching the woman gradually dissolve into a puddle of water, Pei Yan left her neck for a moment and said, "Call me husband."
"Husband..." Song Huan spoke weakly, but soon she spoke as Pei Yan wished.
She thought that after calling him "husband", Pei Yan would let her go.
Why is it so uncomfortable? Last time... she just felt tired and painful...
But the next second, Pei Yan "went even further" and not only did he not let go of Song Huan's neck, he even moved his hand down a little further...
"Don't..." Song Huan moaned, but it was of no use.
But in a moment, a burning heat pressed against her...
In an instant, it was like a dead tree thrown into the sea, suddenly filled with water, and naturally it could not bear it at first.
But before long, the dead tree seemed to come alive in a trance, diligently absorbing water and gradually becoming plump and full...
She began to sink, sinking little by little. At first, the sea water only covered half of her body, but gradually, it submerged her entire body...
But this wasn't the end. The sea was bottomless, and her sinking seemed endless, until only darkness remained around her, until she could no longer absorb any water...
The deep sea reluctantly let her go, and a huge wave rolled up, pushing her ashore...
"Husband!"
Song Huan exclaimed softly and suddenly hugged Pei Yan tightly.
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