The afterglow of the sun sank to the west, and the sky outside was filled with a faint golden light.
Song Luan woke up slowly. Shi Ge'er, who had been sleeping beside her, had gone somewhere. She put on her shoes and walked out. Zhao Nanyu was sitting by the window, holding a cup of tea. He had his back to her. He seemed to have heard her footsteps and said, "You're awake."
Song Luan's throat was a little dry, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "Yeah."
Zhao Nanyu put down the teacup in his hand, turned around, looked at her, and explained, "Shi Ge'er went to eat with his grandmother."
"Oh." She replied in a low voice. Every time she was alone with him, Song Luan felt uncomfortable. After all, she was still a little afraid of him.
Zhao Nanyu stood up, walked over to her step by step, and stopped in front of her. His tall body blocked a large area of light in front of her eyes. He was much taller than her. He lowered his eyes and looked at her carefully. He pursed his lips and was silent for a while. He said, "The weather is very cold. You should wear more clothes."
She had just woken up and was only wearing a thin set of pajamas. Her face was plain and her expression was confused, as if she was not fully awake yet.
Song Luan was still a little dazed. She always felt like this when she woke up. She just felt sleepy and lost the ability to think. She went back to the inner room and put on her clothes before coming out. Her fine black hair was still casually scattered. She didn't know how to make a complicated bun, so she just put it up casually, put a hairpin in it and didn't care about it.
She thought Zhao Nanyu would not come over tonight. After all, he had never stepped into her house twice in one day. So what is it here that still attracts him? ? I really can’t figure it out!
Zhao Nanyu saw that she was thinking about something and smiled, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Song Luan came back to his senses quickly and reacted very quickly.
The sharpness in his eyes dimmed, and his hand rubbed the ring on his thumb intentionally or unintentionally. He suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you that Shige'er likes you very much. I didn't bring him here a few days ago, and he still misses you. He told me very subtly that he wanted to come and see you. It's true that mother and son are connected by heart."
Even though she treated Shi Ge'er so badly in the past, as long as she gave him a little sweetness, the child would look at her eagerly.
Zhao Nanyu's words were probably meant to test her, or to warn her.
Song Luan clenched her hands tightly, her palms were sweating, she was so nervous when he looked at her so intently, her scalp was tingling, she raised her face and showed a well-behaved and pleasing smile, "I never found Shi Ge'er so cute before, he is so attractive, I can't help but want to be nice to him."
"Really?" Zhao Nanyu looked uncertain, and it was unclear whether he believed her or not.
In fact, he was a little suspicious and didn't quite believe what she said. Of course, it would be best if she really meant it.
Song Luan's face was a little hot. She lowered her head and said "hmm" in a mosquito-like voice.
Zhao Nanyu didn't ask any more questions, as if he had let her off. He slowed down his tone and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit."
Song Luan was actually very reluctant to sit at the same table with him to eat. She only dared to stare at the dish in front of her every time, and didn't dare to eat too much. She kept her back tight and couldn't move, for fear that he would notice something.
Zhao Nanyu nodded, and then asked the maid to serve the meal.
The dishes tonight were particularly sumptuous, and there was a jar of sake on the table, which exuded a refreshing fragrance. Song Luan glanced at it several times, licked his lips, and the gluttony in his heart was aroused.
She herself still likes drinking fruit wine very much. The taste of ancient wine smells more fragrant than any she has drunk before. She is really a little greedy. It’s just that Song Luan’s alcohol tolerance and drinking habits are not very good.
She sat next to Zhao Nanyu, without touching the wine glass next to him, and lowered her head to eat in silence.
Zhao Nanyu was a very meticulous person, and he was very good at reading people's expressions. He could easily tell what she was thinking from her face. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Would you like to have a drink together?"
Song Luan couldn't resist the temptation and nodded. She was very cautious in her heart, but she had to pretend to be confident on the surface. She said coldly, "Yeah."
Zhao Nanyu poured her half a glass of wine and pushed the glass in front of her, "Drink it."
He looked at her with interest, trying to find some clues from her face. Zhao Nanyu was not unaware. After returning from her trip, Song Luan had changed a lot. He wanted to know if she was pretending.
Song Luan took a sip of the wine boldly and confidently. The fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth, and the taste was sweet. The wine was much better than she had imagined. She took a sip and before she knew it, half a glass of wine had gone down her throat.
The dim candlelight shone on her delicate face. The originally fair and rosy face slowly turned red, adding a bit of charm to her stunning appearance.
Zhao Nanyu silently filled her glass. Song Luan was unaware and poured herself another glass of wine, saying in a low voice that it tasted good.
After a few drinks, she didn't feel anything at first, but later she found that her head was getting heavier and her face was flushed. It seemed that there were several more figures of Zhao Nanyu in front of her. She couldn't see clearly even if she opened her eyes wide.
Song Luan vaguely realized that she might be drunk. She stood up and had to hold on to the edge of the table with both hands to barely stand. Her upper body was still shaking, as if she would fall down at any time.
"Burp", mouth full of alcohol.
Song Luan didn't move, staring at him with eyes wide open, the corners of her eyes slightly red, her brows furrowed, she was in deep thought.
Zhao Nanyu was stared at like this, but he was not annoyed at all. He chuckled and said, "Are you drunk?"
Song Luan shook her head subconsciously, looking a little silly. "No."
Apart from feeling dizzy and having blurred vision, she didn't feel any discomfort anywhere and her mind was clear!
She lowered her head and smiled foolishly. When she had smiled enough, she raised her face, her eyes rippled and she looked at him with sparkling eyes. Song Luan still remembered that he was the male protagonist of their future, so she praised from the bottom of her heart, "You are so handsome."
Zhao Nanyu was slightly stunned. She suddenly rushed towards him, hooked her hands around his neck, and pressed her exquisite body against him. She opened her red lips slightly and said again, "It's really beautiful."
Their faces were almost touching. Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes. Her face was rosy and her skin was delicate and smooth. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her cheek with his fingertips. It felt pretty good.
After getting drunk, Song Luan became bolder. She clung to him softly as if she had no bones. She seemed not to be afraid of him at all. She hugged and touched him, and her beautiful eyes turned into crescent shapes when she smiled.
Zhao Nanyu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. The head of the person in his arms tilted and fell on him, as if falling asleep.
He always felt that something had changed about Song Luan. After a moment of silence, Zhao Nanyu, for the first time, picked her up by the waist and walked into the inner room. She was still restless. As soon as she was put on the bed and covered with a quilt, she kicked the quilt away with her feet. She was dissatisfied and kept mumbling, as if she was angry, "I'm so hot, I don't want the quilt."
Zhao Nanyu was about to leave, but after hearing this, he frowned, paused for a moment, turned around and walked back, silently covering her with the quilt again.
Song Luan kicked him away without mercy, but she still felt it was not enough. She pulled at her belt with both hands, trying to take off her clothes. However, the ancient clothes were complicated and she couldn't untie them for a while. She was anxious and kept pulling at them. "I'm so hot, so hot, it's annoying."
Zhao Nanyu stood quietly by the side and looked at her for a long time. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, untied her belt for her, and took off her coat. Her exposed skin looked even whiter under the moonlight.
Zhao Nanyu looked straight ahead, and there seemed to be no ripples in his dark eyes, as if he saw nothing, and his expression was cold. Song Luan seemed to be dreaming, sleeping very unsteadily, and the corners of his mouth moved as if he was talking in his sleep.
Her voice was so soft that Zhao Nanyu didn't hear it clearly at first. He leaned over and listened carefully before he heard what she said in her dream.
"Don't kill me."
When Zhao Nanyu heard these four words, he was only surprised for a moment. The woman in front of him looked pitiful, her little hands tightly clutching the quilt, and the expression on her little face was pitiful. She looked so weak that he could strangle her neck with just a stretch of his hand.
As if possessed by a ghost, Zhao Nanyu gently placed his palm on the back of her neck, pinching it little by little, forcing her to raise her head. Song Luan was hurt by his pinch or maybe she was frightened in her dream, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and a few crystal clear tears slid down. This scene was so beautiful in his eyes.
Zhao Nanyu smiled softly, seeming to be in a good mood, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
He suddenly lowered his head, and slowly sucked away the tears on her face with his cold lips and teeth. For once, he did not have such a deep disgust for her. The corners of his lips gradually drooped, and his eyes turned red. He bit the corner of her mouth fiercely, and did not stop until he tasted the rusty taste of blood. Song Luan seemed to be afraid even in her sleep, and her little body trembled.
Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her back and gradually calmed her down. He did not stay overnight. He cut the wick of the lamp in the house and left Huaishuiju in the dark.
Song Luan didn't sleep well that night. She had bizarre dreams intermittently. In the middle of the night, she woke up from thirst. Her throat was dry and her mouth was sore.
Half asleep and half awake, she got out of bed in the dark and walked to the table. She fumbled around with her hands and finally found the teacup. She tilted her head back and gulped down a cup of tea, which quenched some of her thirst.
Song Luan didn't expect that the two glasses of mellow wine would have such a strong aftereffect, and he almost passed out! ! ! She couldn't quite remember what she did or said after she got drunk, but it shouldn't have been anything outrageous.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here drinking tea properly.
It was not until Song Luan's mouth became more and more painful that she noticed the small wounds on it. She touched it with her fingertips and immediately retracted her hand because of the pain.
Oh my, it really hurts.
Who did it? ! Anyway, Song Luan didn't think that she had bitten it herself. She thought about it carefully, and her hand holding the water cup froze in place. Could it be that the male protagonist had bitten it?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that, oh no, Zhao Nanyu was indeed a little beast.
The author has something to say:
Song Luan: You little beast
Zhao Nanyu: She is obviously a cute little girl!
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