The small door is nothing special, but it's relatively hidden, and the surrounding greenery is quite lush, so when you're having a secret rendezvous, others won't easily find out.
He Yunxiao had been missing his sister Du for a long time, so of course he wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass him by.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around Du Yinyun's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.
His cheek brushed against Du Meimei's jet-black hair, and his nostrils were filled with the faint, pleasant scent of orchids emanating from her.
"Yinyun, I miss you terribly if I don't see you for a day."
Du Yinyun was embraced, nestled in He Yunxiao's arms like a kitten. Her slender, jade-like hands moved to her young master's strong back, and just by gently placing them there, she felt incredibly secure.
Her face was flushed, and her heart was pounding restlessly like a little rabbit's.
"Young master, Yinyun misses you too."
He Yunxiao lowered his head and said to his dear sister, "Be good, close your eyes."
From this point onward.
Du Yinyun then understood the relationship between "closing her eyes" and "opening her mouth".
He Yunxiao clearly felt sorry for his sister Du. With his martial arts skills, holding his breath for ten minutes was not a problem at all.
However, Du Yinyun lacked martial arts skills and could only hold her breath for a very short time.
So every now and then, He Yunxiao had to force himself to suppress the urge to continue, letting Du Meimei lie on his chest, panting heavily.
As a well-known womanizer, He Yunxiao always put his wife's preferences and feelings first.
He could gamble 120,000 of his Ho family's troops for his wife Nanzhu, and he could also use his strong willpower to suppress his instinctive impulses for his wife Yinyun.
"Yinyun, next time you feel unwell, please tell me, okay?"
"Young master, the sound is fine."
He Yunxiao reached out and poked Du Meimei's nose.
"You can barely breathe, and you still say you're fine?"
At this moment, Du Yinyun's eyes were brimming with tears, making her look extremely beautiful.
She said, "As long as you like it, the rhythm is fine."
Hearing this, He Yunxiao was somewhat happy, but mostly troubled.
If being a "simp" would make Du Meimei lose her entire personality in front of him, then He Yunxiao would rather Du Meimei not like him that much.
"You're not allowed to listen to everything I say. You need to have your own thoughts and judgment, understand?"
She didn't speak.
Do you know?
He silently lowered his head.
"Smack!"
He Yunxiao slapped the soft flesh and continued to question, "Do you know?"
Du Yinyun raised her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. Finally, the first tear, like a dewdrop sliding off a leaf, slid down her delicate and beautiful cheek.
With a sob in her voice, she said, "Young master, do you no longer like music?"
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