The woman fell to the ground, her skirt rolled up halfway, whether intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a pair of white legs, her feet crossed, and one hand gently resting on her ankles, massaging them... The scene was both erotic and alluring.
Pei Yan's breath was choked, and his steps suddenly stopped. The desire that had been suppressed for many days in his body rose up uncontrollably.
Song Huan glanced at the man's sudden halt, and a hint of a triumphant smile flashed in his eyes.
But she slowly raised her face, a thin layer of watery light appeared in her eyes, and she called out "husband" in a very aggrieved manner -
The voice was so delicate that Pei Yan's throat felt dry.
He took a deep breath, squatted down, and picked up the person horizontally.
"Does it hurt, my lady?"
Pei Yan's eyes were evasive, not daring to look directly at Song Huan. While he was speaking, his gaze kept wandering on the puddle outside the bathtub.
But the sweet scent of the woman lingering in his nose could not be dispelled no matter what. With each breath, Pei Yan's breathing became heavier.
Song Huan's small hand on his shoulder slowly slid down, seemingly unintentionally rubbing circles on Pei Yan's chest. Her eyelashes trembled when she heard the words, "Husband, it hurts..."
As she spoke, she shifted restlessly: "My legs hurt... my waist hurts... my back hurts..."
Pei Yan: “…”
If he still couldn't tell that Huanhuan was deliberately teasing him, then he was unworthy of being a man...
His voice was hoarse, but he still asked worriedly, "Madam, did you fall on purpose just now? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"..." Song Huan suddenly suffered a myocardial infarction.
Is it poisonous?
Do you understand that I see through things but don’t say them out loud?
He has broken the plot, how can she continue to flirt with him?
"No, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anywhere."
Song Huan's expression changed like turning the pages of a book. Her small hands stopped picking at the man's collar and patted Pei Yan's shoulder, saying, "Put me down."
Pei Yan, however, ignored her, took a long step, and carried Song Huan directly to the beauty bed.
Before Song Huan could react, he pressed the man under him.
However, as he pressed her down, he said the opposite: "My lady, not today."
"Oh." Song Huan said coldly, twisting his body unhappily: "Then get up, why are you pressing me down?"
Pei Yan couldn't help but gasp, his whole body stiffening from being nudged by Song Huan. He spoke with difficulty, "But my wife, I've been holding back for several days..."
As he spoke, he moved slightly, rubbing against Song Huan...
Song Huan: “???”
What does this guy mean?
You say no, but your body keeps moving?
…
When Pei Yan released his passion through her clothes, Song Huan's body had already softened like a pool of water, dripping with sweat. She had to bathe again after just bathing...
But she finally learned from Pei Yan that this guy had been holding back for the past few days because he had run out of fish bubbles...
By the time the two finished bathing, the night had become as dark as ink that could not be erased.
Pei Xi and his men were cleaning the bathroom when Butler Pei came to ask when dinner would be served. "My Lord, would you and your wife like to have dinner in your room, or in the front yard?"
When the old marquis was still alive, the Pei family always had dinner together in the hall in the front yard.
But ever since the old marquis passed away... the front yard of the marquis's mansion has been empty for eleven years.
Now that the master has started a family, it's time to reopen the front yard...
However, Pei Yan inside the room remained silent for a long time after hearing this. "...Today, let's have dinner delivered to Jingxin Garden."
Butler Pei outside the door was stunned, and then there was silence.
After a long while, he finally found his voice and said, "Yes, I will do it right away."
After Butler Pei left, Song Huan looked at Pei Yan in surprise: "What is Jingxin Garden? Are we going there for dinner?"
Pei Yan turned sideways and looked at Song Huan, his eyes suddenly becoming dark. "Huan Huan, do you know that people outside say that I'm a murderer and a violent person?"
Song Huan paused slightly: "...I've heard a little bit about it."
Pei Yan raised her hand and tilted her chin with a solemn look. "They started to fear me because after my father died, I personally cut off Madam Lin's feet and imprisoned her in Jingxin Garden."
Song Huan's pupils suddenly widened, and now she understood.
Mrs. Lin, Pei Yan's stepmother.
This is also written in the book, but the explanation is very brief, as if it is just to highlight the ruthlessness of Pei Yan as a villain. As for why he imprisoned Mrs. Lin, the book does not mention it at all.
Is there any hidden secret behind this imprisonment?
"Huanhuan, are you afraid?"
Pei Yan's voice was slightly cold, and there was a hint of imperceptible uneasiness in the depths of his eyes.
Song Huan nodded, then shook his head.
She had been afraid of him, afraid of the person she thought he was, afraid of the person others talked about him.
But she is not afraid now.
However, Song Huan didn't know how to express it to Pei Yan...
After a long silence, watching Pei Yan's expression change again and again, Song Huan finally had an idea and said, "Husband, do you think Butler Pei is afraid of you?"
Pei Yan frowned, "...What do you mean, Madam?"
Seeing that he didn't understand, Song Huan continued, "Then, sir, do you think Master Li is afraid of you? Pei Xi, Pei Shen, Pei Chen, and your subordinates, are they afraid of you?"
Pei Yan was stunned, and seemed to understand what Song Huan meant.
He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Huanhuan, you are different from them."
Song Huan blinked, "They are different, but they also have something in common."
"I can't say I'm not afraid of you at all. What if you get angry one day and want to beat or kill me? I wouldn't be able to beat you, so I'd definitely be afraid."
"..." Pei Yan laughed out of anger. What was the point of fighting? How could he bear to hurt her even a little bit now?
Unexpectedly, after Song Huan finished saying this bunch of unreliable words, he straightened his face and said calmly: "But this little fear does not affect my liking for you at all."
Pei Yan's eardrum suddenly vibrated.
A faint blush appeared on his cold white face, not noticeable, but Song Huan was very close to him and could see it clearly.
Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief. Pei Yan always told her not to think too much.
But when it came to him, those words fell on deaf ears.
She took his big hand and said, "Aren't we going to Jingxin Garden for dinner? Come on, take me there."
Pei Yan collected his thoughts, pursed his lips, and answered softly before holding Song Huan's hand and walking out of the room.
Hiss, he is so obedient.
Song Huan glanced at him sideways, her heart beating faster and faster...
Well, isn't it just a few nice words to coax her? With this face, she can do it.
…
Song Huan was actually very familiar with the way to Jingxin Garden.
During the period before leaving Beijing, she couldn't go out, and when she was bored and free, she could only wander around the mansion.
But every time, she could only look at the small courtyard where Mrs. Lin was "imprisoned" from afar.
It wasn't because there were heavy guards outside the yard, but every time she approached the small courtyard, Jin Yue would remind her that Pei Yan didn't allow anyone to approach the yard.
At that time, Song Huan's life was in danger, so he naturally thought it was better to avoid trouble than to worry about it. As soon as he arrived near the small courtyard, he immediately changed his route.
So she always thought that this yard had no name.
But standing outside the courtyard gate at this moment, she looked up at the inconspicuous door plaque and clearly saw the three words "Jingxin Garden".
Even though... it has long been worn away by wind and rain.
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