Chapter 151
"Brother Zhao, did you hear what I said?"
Nan Yan seemed not to notice his abnormality and shook his arm naturally.
For a moment, Zhao Xiuyan really wanted to kiss her recklessly, press her down, and do all kinds of bad things to her that he could think of.
But there was a trace of clarity in his mind. He clenched his fingers tightly, pursed his thin lips, and then pulled his wrist away from her hand. He said to Nan Yan in a hoarse voice, "Go, get out, don't touch me, go away, hurry up."
If he doesn't leave now, he really won't be able to control himself.
Nan Yan understood in her heart, but pretended not to know.
It's easy to guess Zhao Xiuyan's condition. He must have fallen into the trap of the flower thief. Oh my, she can't let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
This guy is too restrained. Without some drastic measures, it would be impossible for him to recognize and sort out his feelings so quickly. Who knows how long it will take for him to truly understand his own thoughts?
She didn't have that much time to play house with him, so since this was a rare opportunity, she naturally wanted to play it well.
Nan Yan seemed to be a little dazed by his distant and resistant attitude. She showed a puzzled and puzzled look in her eyes, and reached out to hold his arm, "Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
"Were you injured in the fight just now?"
Even though she had been lying in bed unable to move because of the acupuncture points she had just received, there was so much noise outside that it was impossible for her not to hear a single sound.
Thinking of this, she started to worry about the wound on his body again. She subconsciously touched his chest with her hand, and then asked nervously, "Is the wound on your chest opened again? Does it hurt? Why is your forehead sweating?"
As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and gently wiped his forehead. Because Nan Yan touched and approached him without any precautions, the subtle fragrance and cool touch made him unconsciously let out a low, light hum, which inexplicably brought a hint of pleasure and embarrassment.
He tried hard to suppress the thoughts in his mind, and his lips were bitten. Bright red blood seeped out of his skin and slid down his white chin.
His eyebrows were cold and restrained, and he looked at people with pretended indifference. The bright red blood beads made his usually gentle and jade-like face inexplicably look a bit evil.
Zhao Xiuyan's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. He bit his lip, a dark look in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Nan Yan, who was beside him, down onto the bed.
The other party was stunned, and his expression instantly turned into surprise and astonishment.
I don't know what's wrong with him, but she doesn't seem to be thinking about anything else. Her watery eyes are looking at him with such dependence and trust.
"Brother Zhao, what happened to you today? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to take you to see a doctor?"
Zhao Xiuyan came to his senses again after seeing that look. He felt like he was going crazy and was really about to lose control.
His hand was on her shoulder, and there was a heat in his palm, like a lover rubbing his ear to hers. He slowly touched her wrist, then pulled hard and pulled her up again.
The expression on his face was a mixture of pain and endurance, and he was in agony but could not express it. Then he pushed her hard, his lips trembling slightly, and looked at her with a pleading look, "Go, Yanyan, please go quickly. Don't look at me like that."
When he said this, the veins on his neck emerged and throbbed violently. I don't know how much restraint he had to finally take his hands away from her, and then forcefully pushed away the person next to him.
He didn't want to hurt her, let alone do this to her without her knowing anything and being on guard.
Oh, you wish! Can you let the duck that is in your mouth fly away?
So Nan Yan started pretending again.
But you still have to be careful and not show your true colors.
As a lady from a noble family who had never experienced such things, Nan Yan's eyes showed a look of confusion again. Although she didn't understand anything, she could tell from the other person's slightly trembling eyelashes that he was in a very bad condition at the moment.
Nan Yan pursed her lips, seeming a little worried, but also vaguely aware that something was wrong, so she stood up obediently, and then backed away while talking to him, "Zhao, Zhao, don't worry, I, I'll go find someone to come over, I'll find your junior brother, he will definitely be able to help you."
As she spoke, she turned and walked away, not noticing that the person behind her had darkened his eyes again. As a result, she ran to the door and when she pushed it, she discovered that the door seemed to be locked from the outside.
Well, that's good. Even if the door was not locked, she would find an excuse to run back. Now that the door is locked, she doesn't have to find an excuse.
Nan Yan's eyes showed an anxious look. She pulled the bolt hard and finally saw a chain on the door ring through the crack. Then she turned her head to look at Zhao Xiuyan and said with a slightly embarrassed tone, "Brother, this door is locked and can't be opened. What should I do if I can't get out?"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiuyan's body completely froze. He turned his head, not knowing what expression to show for a moment. He supported his body, breathed rapidly, and walked quickly to Nan Yan's side. Then he pulled the bolt hard and heard the sound of chains coming from outside.
For the first time, he regretted not killing the flower thief right away. After being injured, the man must have pretended to run away, but when he was not aware of it, he sneaked back and locked the door when the drug took effect. What should he do? What should he do now? He was losing control. If he continued like this, he would definitely hurt her.
A strong murderous intent surged in Zhao Xiuyan's heart. He would never let this damn flower thief go. No matter where he escaped, he would chase him to the end.
But that was not the most important thing at the moment. The most important thing now was Yanyan. He had been tricked by such a despicable trick and was locked in the same room with her. Could he really endure it? He had clearly been...
Thinking of this, his body was flooded with waves of emotions, and his cheeks were flushed with red because of this turbid thought. He gripped the door bolt tightly, and the force became tighter and tighter, so tight that his body ached. This pain was accompanied by an extremely unbearable heat that he wanted to release, but he had nowhere to release it.
Zhao Xiu turned his head and looked at Nan Yan beside him consciously. Yanyan was looking at him with confusion. Her eyes seemed a little uneasy. It was unclear whether she was worried about his physical abnormality or her current situation.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then took a cautious step back, perhaps with some kind of small animal's natural intuition about danger, while she secretly glanced at his facial expression.
Zhao Xiuyan tried harder and harder to suppress the wanton thoughts in his heart. He felt that the fire in his body was about to burn him to death and was about to burn away his sanity.
The impulses in his body that were about to drive him crazy and the last bit of rationality in his mind were entangled with each other, trying to determine who was superior, and he was about to lose control completely.
On the one hand, the restlessness in her body told her that she was standing there, she had no ability to resist, and he could do whatever he wanted to her.
Didn't he think about it a long time ago? Didn't he have other plans for her a long time ago? Why did he still have to endure it? Why did he still pretend to be a righteous gentleman and maintain a superficial indifferent relationship?
Do you want to see her with your junior brother? Do you want her to call you senior brother like your junior brother?
Don't you want to see the beautiful body wrapped in the thin clothes? Don't you want to feel it with your own hands? Besides, didn't you see it that night? You saw it clearly. You even held her in your arms, your palms pressed against her skin through a thin layer of clothes. She was trembling in your arms. Don't you want to hear her call you husband?
Zhao Xiuyan listened to the chaotic voices in his mind, and at the same time, his last bit of reason told him, no... no, he couldn't do this, he couldn't do this to her, she didn't like him, he couldn't do this!
These two crazy and chaotic voices were almost fighting in his mind, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
In the end, Zhao Xiuyan only felt that the taut string in his head was getting tighter and tighter, and his blood vessels were pounding, as if there was a heat that was about to burst out of his body, but he had nowhere to vent it.
An extreme desire and heat wave quickly flowed through his body like water, spreading rapidly from his limbs to every part of his body.
Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate and explode to death, Yanyan's slightly tentative and gentle voice finally rang in his ears again.
"Brother Zhao, what happened to you? If you have any questions, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."
When Zhao Xiuyan heard this, the taut string in his mind suddenly paused, making a slight "buzzing" sound.
...Help him? How?
Does she really want to?
Hearing this, Zhao Xiuyan paused for a moment.
His body seemed to be involuntarily moving towards her, his snow-white face showing a bright red, the corners of his eyes revealing a gorgeous red, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable sticky and heavy feeling, like a piece of candy that was constantly being pulled, revealing an alluring and greasy aura.
Then he whispered her name.
"Yan Yan..."
His voice was hoarse, and there was an unbearable torment in his tone, that kind of itching that seemed to have drilled into every limb of his body, from under his flesh into the cracks between his bones, disturbing him and making him restless. The desire and fantasy that could not be touched but kept teasing him to pieces made his eyes red.
"Can you help me... help me?"
He took a step forward subconsciously.
Nan Yan was frightened by his creepy look and aura. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes and her face turned slightly pale. She took a step back unconsciously and stuck close to the door frame.
"How, how can I help you?"
She asked in a fearful voice.
When Zhao Xiuyan's gaze met her slightly flustered eyes, his fingers that were about to touch her face were quickly withdrawn as if they were burned.
She was afraid...she was afraid of him.
No...you can't do that.
My brain paused for a moment, and then a trace of remaining rationality surged out.
Zhao Xiuyan glanced at Nan Yan in front of him, and his thoughts began to become confused again.
Under her gaze, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the belt tightly. The force was so tight that veins on the back of his hand popped out, and the clothes that were accidentally grabbed at the waist were wrinkled.
Those two hands were particularly beautiful, with slender and white knuckles, and every movement exuded an aura of abstinence and indifference.
At this moment, the veins on the back of the hand were bulging, and the light blue blood vessels were clearly visible, especially when pressed on the waist, which inexplicably revealed a sense of taboo.
Zhao Xiuyan pulled out the belt from around his waist with force.
The pair of slender, hot fingers grabbed her palms, then quickly stuffed the belt into her palms, and then clasped his hands together and passed them over.
He clenched his palms tightly, his body tensed, half-pursed his lips and breathed rapidly, his eyes filled with strong lust, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Tie me up, quickly, Yanyan, while I... still have the last bit of rationality, quickly help me tie you up, I don't want to bully you."
Zhao Xiuyan almost shouted this out while gasping for breath.
His voice was trembling.
He really couldn't control himself any more.
Nan Yan seemed to have finally figured out something from his abnormal condition, but as a weak woman who had never been involved in these things, she seemed to have only seen these situations in storybooks.
But she didn't care about anything else at the moment. She quickly grabbed the belt he handed over, then hurriedly followed the man's request and tied his hands up.
While tying it, I heard the person next to me say in a low voice, "Tighten it up, tie it up tighter..."
After Nan Yan had finally tied the man's wrists with the belt, she was about to withdraw her hands when the man's slender legs nimbly slipped out from the gap and grabbed her fingers.
Nan Yan thought, so this was all in vain? After being tied up, this person was still able to move as usual, and she was so tired that her fingers were sore.
Nan Yan was so frightened by this action that she forgot to dodge. During this moment of shock, she was dragged by him and pressed down on the couch beside her.
The person in his arms hadn't struggled yet and seemed to have no reaction yet. Zhao Xiuyan's head was dizzy, and the last layer of frequency barriers in his mind was completely broken through. So without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed her carelessly.
The moment they kissed, Zhao Xiuyan suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.
It felt like a lone knight walking in the dry and hot desert with a long sword on his back. He walked for a long time and was thirsty for a long time. The scorching heat waves and sand almost burned him. He had been burned to the point of losing all his mind by the heat.
Just at this moment, a girl with black hair, fair skin and a cool body appeared and gave him a pool of clear spring.
So Zhao Xiuyan didn't want to think about anything anymore. At this moment, he just wanted to drag her along and sink into the chaos together.
Almost out of instinct, he bit those two thin, soft lips, trying to grab all the spring water that could bring him relief and comfort.
"Well, Senior Brother Zhao, you..."
Nan Yan didn't react until the man on her body kissed her recklessly. Then she started to struggle. She turned her face away and finally gave herself a chance to breathe. "Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly do this to me? Let me go and get up..."
Nan Yan's face turned slightly red, and a layer of mist instantly gathered in her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, and the look in her eyes was initially one of disbelief.
She couldn't believe that Mr. Ruyu, who had always been gentle and peaceful, would do such a thing to her. Then a look of fear and anxiety appeared in his eyes.
The voice trembled as she called his name, "Zhao, Senior Brother Zhao, wake up a little..."
Zhao Xiuyan was sober, he recognized who was under him and knew what he had always longed for, but his rationality had been burned out, and the emotions that he had usually been able to restrain and suppress completely collapsed at this moment.
He kissed her neck, then moved up her neck and kissed her chin, gently and yet with an irresistible attitude.
Feeling her struggle and resistance, he calmed her down without hesitation. He easily opened her bound hands and grasped her waist with both hands, holding her tightly.
Nan Yan was suppressed by him and couldn't move at all. Her struggling strength was just like an itch in his eyes and was completely useless.
He even felt that the more she struggled and cried, the more it would arouse his secret desire for control hidden deep in his heart. He wanted to see her uncontrollable and chaotic emotions under him and want all her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness to be caused by him.
"Yan Yan..."
When he kissed her again, Nan Yan deliberately bit his lips hard. The slight pain made Zhao Xiuyan frown. After regaining his senses for a moment, he stepped back an inch and whispered her name in her ear.
"Yan Yan..."
Nan Yan's struggle suddenly became more intense.
"Don't touch me..."
She finally broke free from his hold, and used both hands to push and beat his chest, occasionally hitting the sword wound on his chest, and cried out to him in tears,
"Asshole, let me go."
"I'm already married, I have a husband, you can't do this to me, let me go, my husband won't let you go, Senior Brother Zhao, please... please let me go."
Zhao Xiuyan raised his head slightly, and the sweat on his forehead slowly slid down to his eyelashes as he moved, almost falling into his eyes. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breath gently sprayed on her skin, causing her skin to shiver.
He reached out and gently touched her lips. A strange light flashed in his affectionate black eyes. He gently rubbed her skin and then told her a fact.
"Yan Yan, he won't come, won't come to find you, and certainly won't save you. Your husband doesn't want you anymore, right?"
Nan Yan's eyes widened instantly, her eye sockets turned red uncontrollably, and her original struggling strength also stopped because of these words.
She seemed to be thinking about what happened that day. Tears flowed down her eyes one by one, and after sinking into her temples, they wet a strand of hair. She looked at the person in front of her with despair, her voice choked with sobs, "How... did you know?"
Zhao Xiuyan raised his fingers and gently wiped away the tears that were falling from her eyes. His breathing became rapid again. "I'm not a fool. You never asked us to take you home all the way. You were running around outside in a daze that day. If your husband really cared about you, how could he abandon you?"
As he spoke, he moved a little closer to her, his thin lips slightly parted, and moist, hot breath came out from between his deep red lips, lightly ruffling the dark hair scattered on her cheeks.
The person below was like a pool of cool spring water to him at this moment. Only by being close to her and touching him could the restlessness in his heart be reduced a little.
He kissed her eyelids gently and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I know it's us who have implicated you."
He reached out, grasped the soft and weak hand with his slender knuckles, and clasped hers tightly.
The dark hair also slid down from her shoulders and entangled with hers, vaguely revealing a kind of lingering meaning.
"Your husband doesn't care about you, but I care about you very much, Yanyan...are you willing to give me a chance?"
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried hard to maintain a trace of clarity in his mind. He pursed his thin lips, which were bright red and bleeding from being bitten by her. He looked like a flawed jade statue.
This man is most alluring when he restrains himself.
Nan Yan turned her face away with tears in her eyes, seeming to be still immersed in her own sad mood and didn't want to talk at all.
Zhao Xiuyan lowered his head, not wanting to indulge himself so carelessly. He wanted to get her, and even more wanted her attachment and dependence. "Yanyan, can you give me a chance? I'm not... impulsive. I just don't know when I developed feelings for you. Maybe I had some mixed thoughts about you the first time I met you, but I have been restraining myself. If it weren't for today, I might never treat you like this..."
The man below still refused to pay attention to him.
Zhao Xiuyan's eyes gradually showed some disappointment. He held Nan Yan's fingers tighter, hoping that she could give him some response.
"I know this is hard for you to accept."
Zhao Xiuyan was somewhat unwilling, so he moved his hands and gently lifted her chin, and the pair of tearful eyes just happened to meet his eyes.
She pursed her lips, with sadness and fear in her eyes, but no resentment. Instead, she felt more sad for him for revealing the truth.
Zhao Xiuyan looked at Nan Yan carefully.
"Yanyan, do you hate me?"
His voice was hoarse and full of desire.
Hearing this, Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted a little. Her eyes fell on his face, and hesitation flashed in her eyes, but in the end she shook her head slowly.
Zhao Xiuyan realized this. Yanyan didn't dislike her. Maybe she just hadn't let go of her husband yet, but she didn't hate him. Realizing this, his heart suddenly beat faster and his breathing became faster.
Then he lowered his head, gently rested his forehead against Nan Yan's, and whispered her name, "Yan Yan, if you don't mind, can you try to accept me slowly? Don't shut yourself off, your husband is not worth your tears."
The hot air he exhaled sprayed all over Nan Yan's lips. He had almost reached the limit of endurance, and his whole body was trembling. "Can I take you back to Qingzhou?"
"Qingzhou's Wuxia Mountain is very beautiful. The top of the mountain is planted with dense crabapple flowers. When the flowers bloom, they almost form a piece of red clouds, looming in the white mist. Can I go with you to see it?"
"Give it to me...okay?"
Nan Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She did not struggle, perhaps because she had no strength left, or perhaps because she knew that struggling was useless. He said, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Zhao Xiuyan was stunned for a moment, and after he realized what that meant, he couldn't hold back any longer and bent down to kiss her.
Later...
Nan Yan couldn't help but think that it would be better to avoid provoking such a person who looked cold but was actually a mad man. He was so aggressive that she almost wanted to destroy her image and kick him off the bed.
Is she a person of iron and steel? Can her fragile body withstand such shameless torture?
The fire in the old house nearly burned her to death.
In the end, Nan Yan was numb, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't utter a word.
…
After that, Zhao Xiuyan also felt embarrassed, especially when he woke up the next day and looked at the bright red mark on the bed. He almost didn't dare to look up at Yanyan's eyes.
He had already felt extremely guilty about this matter, and now he was even more ashamed and angry. He had not expected that she had never experienced sex before, she didn't know anything at all, and she didn't even know as much as he did about these marital affairs. Last night...last night...
He didn't even dare to think about it, and felt like some kind of green beast. Maybe... Yanyan would think he was shameless, and he was indeed very shameless.
Zhao Xiuyan picked up the wrinkled robes and scattered dresses on the ground, carefully picked them up, smoothed them out one by one, and tidied them up. Then he turned to look at the woman on the bed with her back to him.
He held her wrist carefully. The slender wrist bone was covered with marks from his carelessness last night, blue and purple, which made people feel distressed.
"sorry……"
He took out a box of ointment from somewhere and carefully applied it to the red and purple area of the wrist bone. The cool touch made the man below him curl his fingers subconsciously.
Zhao Xiuyan directly hugged her and the quilt into his arms, then kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry, don't be afraid of me, okay? And don't... hate me. I was a little too much last night, I won't do it again in the future. I will take good care of you in the future, don't be afraid."
Although Nan Yan wanted to kick the man away, she thought carefully and realized that as a weak woman who had just been badly bullied, although she felt good, she would not admit it.
So she bit her lip and pulled her fingers out of his palm with a confused mind. She was feeling a little complicated at the moment, her eyes were a little red, and she looked extremely uneasy. She didn't know how to respond to him at all.
When Zhao Xiuyan saw her expression, he knew that she must be in a very confused mood at the moment. She was obviously still thinking about her husband. In this situation, she must find it hard to accept that he had ruined her innocence.
He would not force her. He could wait until she slowly forgot the man in her heart, the husband who was not worthy of her love. Although he did not know what happened that day, from her condition that day, he knew that Yu Liuyun must have said something extremely hurtful to her.
From now on, he will accompany her. After returning to Qingzhou, he will break off the engagement with the Lin family. No matter what compensation they want, he can give it to them, but in this life, he only recognizes her.
Zhao Xiuyan lifted the quilt, his face suddenly turned even redder, and he picked up the skirt beside him with his clumsy fingers and put it on her. The person underneath resisted at first, but in the end, she could only close her eyes and endure it as she felt powerless.
After all, I have done even more outrageous things, so what does wearing clothes matter?
So Nan Yan closed her eyes and enjoyed the man's service with peace of mind.
After Zhao Xiuyan had tidied her clothes, he took off his outer robe and covered her tightly with it. Finally, he picked her up, took a deep breath, and kicked the wooden door open. Nan Yan was so scared that she subconsciously buried her head in his chest.
Zhao Xiuyan walked out from behind the door, and when he looked up, he saw his junior brother standing in the yard with a gloomy face, dark eyes, and a hint of coldness and hostility between his eyebrows.
There was a corpse lying at the feet of my junior fellow apprentice. The corpse's face was pale and blue, and its limbs were stiff. It looked like it had been dead for a long time, probably last night.
Zhao Xiuyan noticed the murderous intent in his junior fellow apprentice's eyes, as well as the jealous and angry look in his eyes when he looked at the person in his arms. He squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand hard, veins bulged on the back of his hand, and a hint of bloodshot appeared in his eyes.
Zhao Xiuyan glanced at his junior fellow apprentice. He didn't think he needed to explain anything to him. He held the woman in his arms tighter, stepped over the corpse, and took the man to a nearby inn.
He needed to find a maid to help Yanyan clean up.
Murong Tuo finally didn't make a move. It was unknown whether it was because he was afraid of scaring Yanyan in his arms, or because he was still thinking about the friendship between the two that had completely disappeared.
Zhao Xiuyan couldn't care about these things at the moment. He couldn't care about anything else. All his mind was on this person. He took Yanyan to a nearby inn and asked the waiter to find a skillful maid, and then asked someone to take care of the woman in the room.
He went to the kitchen in the backyard to boil medicine.
When Zhao Xiuyan took the herbs from the waiter and walked to the backyard kitchen, he was blocked by his cold-looking junior brother. Murong Tuo stared at the senior brother in front of him with his dark eyes, "I want to ask you something, what happened last night?"
Zhao Xiuyan's tone was unusually calm, and he had returned to being the gentle and calm senior brother he used to be. He turned around, looked at the junior brother in front of him, and said, "Didn't you hear everything? I was poisoned by a flower thief last night, and that flower thief locked Yanyan and me in a room halfway through..."
He didn't finish what he said next, but what happened is already known to everyone.
The younger brother's face instantly turned cold. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his chest, and grabbed the senior brother's collar, "So you bullied her, you forced her! You knew she didn't know any martial arts, but you still bullied her. You knew she had a husband, but you still did this to her!"
Murong Tuo could hardly suppress the murderous intent in his eyes.
If the man in front of him was not the senior brother he had always respected, and if he did not know his personality and character, he would have lost control and killed him long ago.
How could he? How dare he?
He met the injured flower thief on the road last night. After tracking him all the way and interrogating him, he found out that he had captured him in this small courtyard. But when he arrived, what he heard was...
At that moment, Murong Tuo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was shivering all over and could hardly believe what he heard.
Then he gritted his teeth. At that moment, he could not control the murderous intent in his heart at all, so he killed the flower thief who led the way in anger.
He stood outside all night and his body became stiff. If he moved a little, he felt as if countless ants were gnawing and biting at his heart, causing him extreme pain.
But he doesn't even know why he is in so much pain?
Later he vaguely realized that it was jealousy, so jealous that he even wanted to rush in and kill the person who bullied her, even though that person was his respected senior brother.
Murong Tuo suddenly tightened his grip and stared at him with cold eyes.
Senior Brother looked back calmly, his black eyes looking at him indifferently, "Can't you tell? She was chased out by her husband, otherwise she wouldn't have wandered around the mountain in such a daze that day. I... I bullied her, but it wasn't an impulse. I will protect her well."
Hearing this, the junior brother's dark eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a cold arc, revealing a sarcastic smile, "It was not until now that I knew what senior brother was thinking. When did it start? Could it be that from the beginning, senior brother had evil intentions towards her?"
Zhao Xiuyan closed his eyes. Compared to his emotional junior brother, he was very calm. His eyes were calm when he looked at him. "Maybe, I had some distracting thoughts at the beginning, but they were not that deep. Then, when we met later, I gradually developed some thoughts that I shouldn't have."
Originally he had been restraining himself, intending to keep that strange and bizarre emotion hidden deep in his heart, not letting anyone know, until he failed completely last night. He had no idea that he would be poisoned, let alone something like that would happen, causing all his original rationality to collapse.
Hearing this, the junior brother's eyes darkened, the mockery on his face subsided, and he stared at the senior brother in front of him expressionlessly, "Have you forgotten that you already have a fiancée? You want to be with Yanyan, what about Sister Pianpian? Or do you want Yanyan to follow you without any status and let her be your concubine?"
Zhao Xiuyan frowned and reached out to brush away his junior brother's hand. "No, I will break off the engagement with Pianpian. Also, don't say this in front of Yanyan. I don't want her to hear such nonsense, and I don't want her to be sad."
After saying this, Zhao Xiuyan turned around and left. He still had to make some ointment for Yanyan to remove the mark.
Murong Tuo looked at his senior brother's leaving back, clenched his fists in anger, turned around and left, "Forget it!"
Don't think he will let go, he won't let go.
He had never been so jealous before. Why did everything have to go his way? Why, why! Why did she always fight with him for everything from childhood to adulthood? Why was Sister Pianpian like this in the past? Why is the woman he finally liked like this now?
He could give up everything, but not Yanyan. He finally understood his feelings and finally fell in love with a woman. How could he...how could he just give her up to someone else? Even if he was his senior brother, he couldn't do that.
…
Meanwhile, in the Xuancang Sect, Yu Liuyun felt uneasy for some unknown reason the whole night. When he was practicing Qigong to heal his injuries, he accidentally got a stitch in the side and vomited a mouthful of blood.
He suddenly felt a pain in his chest as if being pricked by a needle, and it hurt so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He looked up at the small courtyard. For some reason, he suddenly found himself in the courtyard where he and Yanyan lived together when they first got married.
In fact, it wasn't just tonight. He had been wandering around the gate of the courtyard for the past two days, but didn't dare to come in. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He clearly... he clearly hated betrayal the most in his heart, but at this moment he inexplicably felt endless regret in his heart.
The yard is still the same yard as before, but the person who used to live in the yard is gone.
In the past, whenever he came in, he could see a gentle and beautiful figure sitting at the desk reading a book by the window. Sometimes, she would lean on the soft couch to take a nap. When she fell asleep, her face was calm and peaceful. She would not get angry even if she was woken up by the noise of him coming in. She would open her soft eyes and call her husband in a hoarse voice, which was full of dependence and attachment...
Every time he thought of this, he would feel an inexplicable emotion churning in his chest, making him restless.
After they got married, she lived in the inner room and he lived on the couch in the outer room. He had good hearing and could often hear her tossing and turning at night. At first, he felt disgusted because she made too much noise. Later, he found an excuse to move out. She looked so depressed at the time, but she never said a word of unhappiness to him.
But that day...
He said such excessive words to her that day, and Yu Liuyun clenched his fingers unconsciously. Not only was it excessive, it almost trampled all her dignity on the ground. He had never seen her so desperate and crying so sadly. Later, she cried and begged him not to send her away.
Thinking of those, Yu Liuyun suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe. An unprecedented panic kept surging out from the depths of his heart. It seemed as if his heart was stabbed suddenly by something. The dense pain quickly and violently spread from his chest to the whole body, making Yu Liuyun feel unbearable pain.
In the end, he didn't even know if it was the pain spreading from his injuries or from what he was thinking about.
He had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband from the beginning. He had been letting her down from the beginning. He even drove his wife away. He accidentally lost such a weak woman who knew no martial arts...
What should he do?
Yanyan...where on earth have you been?
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