Chapter 81 Why is her dream so shameful...?
His whole body instantly felt numb.
Those two fingers completely lost sensation.
I can no longer feel its presence.
The next moment, the man's instinctive pleasure turned into embarrassment and awkwardness. He immediately pulled his fingers out and vigorously wiped the water stains off them, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.
His temples throbbed, veins bulged, and a barely perceptible redness appeared at the corners of his eyes. He could only lower his head to hide his embarrassment.
He utterly despised himself, his flaws, and his willpower. Even though she had trampled on his dignity as a man, he still rushed back as soon as he heard she was sick and stayed by her side. When she refused to take her medicine, he was extremely worried.
Even when she touched it, it couldn't help but swell up round and plump.
After he returned to normal, he looked up with resentment in his eyes. This woman was truly a vixen, skilled in using sorcery to drain his life force and tear off all his former proud wings of princely demeanor, leaving him in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.
The woman's eyes were wet with tears, which dampened the strands of hair around her ears.
After thinking for a long time, the man decided to wipe her wet hair with his hands.
But before he could touch her hair, he withdrew his hand in humiliation, hiding it behind his back, no longer extending a single finger.
The woman in her sleep looked very aggrieved, shaking her head and murmuring:
"Waaaaah, take me away! I don't want to stay here!"
In an instant, his eyes froze! They were glued to him!
Who does she want to go with?
Who do you not want to be around?
She's still thinking about that person!
He was by her side, and she was so aggrieved and unwilling?
In her eyes, he was a venomous snake or a ferocious beast. As soon as he got close, he deserved to be rejected and slapped back by her.
He was both angry and annoyed, so he swallowed the medicine and forced it down her lips.
She always managed to provoke his anger so easily.
Jiang Shuifu slept for a long time and finally woke up, feeling extremely tired and exhausted.
She seemed to dream of her father. At that time, her father wanted to leave her in Suyang, at her maternal grandparents' house. She cried and begged him not to abandon her, but he was extremely heartless and left her behind.
It seems... he even slapped her in the mouth several times?
The father in the dream wasn't her real father; only a real father would be so heartless as to hit her.
I wonder how Father is doing in the capital, and whether she has implicated him?
She stared blankly at the ceiling, then, as if remembering something, she turned her stiff neck and looked around.
He still didn't come.
She has been unconscious for several days, and he remains unmoved. It seems he has truly hardened his heart.
Oh well, let it be.
The peach just happened to come in, and seeing that she was better, she excitedly ran over to help her up:
"Miss, you're finally alright. I was so worried these past few days."
Jiang Shuifu smiled, offered a few words of comfort, and then her stomach started growling.
The emperor immediately served the meal, which consisted entirely of bland dishes and tasteless porridge, with only three dishes in total.
It seems he doesn't even care about her meals anymore.
She actually got used to this behavior. Without his protection and "favor," she was surrounded by opportunists.
He said that taking back the rights granted to her was not just empty talk.
Jiang Shuifu hadn't eaten for several days, but she was eating heartily. She realized after being sick that health was the most important thing, and she needed to take good care of herself before saving her uncle.
Although there were only three bowls of meager side dishes, she still ate with great relish.
It was late at night, and she went to bed early and slept soundly. However, she had a feeling that someone was watching her from the shadows and getting closer to her.
He approached her bed, approached her, his heavy breath falling on her cheeks, tickling her. Before she knew it, her thin blanket was pulled back, and he leaned close to her, his breath hot.
She suddenly opened her eyes, her round eyes staring at her surroundings, which were completely dark.
There was nothing there.
Even a thin blanket was covering me.
She was probably dreaming.
Several more days passed, and the meals were all bland, without any meat or oil. This feeling of being "imposed isolation" was not pleasant, and her stomach protested.
But no one listened to her; the guards ignored her completely, letting her shout until she was hoarse.
She was holding her breath all day, and the only way she could vent her emotions was by swinging high on the swing.
If Weiwei is awake, she can play with it.
But it hasn't woken up since it fainted last time. You can imagine how it was tortured and exploited in the palace. It needs time to recuperate and recover its strength.
Looking around, the yard was full of her personal clothes. She had been sick these past few days, so she changed her clothes frequently and washed the peaches often.
The peaches were so good to her.
However, she always had dreams at night.
She dreamt that someone appeared in her room again, got into her bed, leaned over her, covered her with his blanket, and breathed heavily.
Jiang Shuifu finally sensed that something was wrong.
How can I have the same dream every day?
So, another night passed, and she didn't fall asleep. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but when the candle went out, it completely concealed her shifting eyes.
She waited for so long, so long that she was almost asleep, but there was still no movement.
She blinked her sleepy fox-like eyes in confusion. Was it really just a dream?
Her dream was so shameful, that she fantasized about being spied on and violated?
She couldn't figure it out, so she went to sleep with the question still lingering in her mind.
It was midnight, and the house was quiet and still; you could hear a pin drop.
Just then, the door creaked open as the wind blew it open.
The wind whistled around, bringing with it the sound of footsteps.
Listen carefully, and you'll hear the sound of footsteps changing.
The footsteps were light yet heavy, carrying the weight of a man.
The man skillfully slipped into the woman's house, methodically approaching her and getting closer to her.
He stopped a foot away from her, lifted the thin blanket she was tightly wrapped in, and found her fast asleep, her body somehow curled up in the blanket, in a rather defensive posture.
Everyone was sweating from the heat.
The man carefully pulled her out, revealing half of her body, along with the dress, undershirt, and panties she had worn all day.
He saw that her forehead was covered in sweat and her little face was scrunched up. His big hand unconsciously fell down, wanting to wipe away her sweat.
His hand approached her inch by inch, getting closer to her face, but stopped just before touching her.
Her lips were still as alluring as ever, but he was no longer the same person he used to be.
He gave up and, as usual, went to get the clothes beside her.
The clothes arrived, exuding her unique, sweet, and intoxicating fragrance, yet his eyes were no longer dull.
He got up and prepared to leave.
But his gaze fell on her face, on her eyelashes.
A drop of water clung to her eyelashes. He frowned. Was she crying?
Why are you crying?
He's already avoiding her, isn't she happy?
He couldn't help but want to wipe it away for her.
Thinking this way, he did just that.
The big hand eventually repeated the same mistake, inch by inch, no matter how many times, it would be drawn to her, to get close to her.
His fingers were about to touch her eyebrows when he paused, hesitating. Wouldn't he become a thief stealing her beauty? She would be angry if she found out.
But she won't know.
His fingers continued to move down, finally reaching her eyelashes. Her long, curled eyelashes brushed against his knuckles, making him feel both itchy and tingly, and his heart trembled!
Her curly eyelashes swept back and forth, until finally, a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.
She's awake!
The man instinctively froze for a moment, gazing into her lively fox-like eyes in the darkness. At that moment, she resembled a little fox hiding in the bushes, only to be suddenly discovered, her fox eyes growing wider and wider, filled with shock and fear.
He was caught by her startled yet all-seeing fox eyes. After a few moments of eye contact, he realized what was happening and instinctively tried to run away. After all, she didn't have night vision and shouldn't be able to see him.
He refused to give up the clothes in his hands and snatched them away as well. He had just taken a big step when the fox behind him wrapped its tail around him.
To be precise, it was the clothes he refused to let go of that were wrapped up.
His clothes held him captive.
The man closed his eyes helplessly. If he were caught, she would probably give him a good scolding, or cry and show a fearful expression, silently condemning his behavior as a womanizer.
However, after waiting for a long time, the room remained silent.
So long that he wanted to turn around and see if she had recognized him.
The person who had already woken up grabbed the clothes that were holding him and didn't let go for a long time, as if she was processing the matter, or perhaps she was thinking about how to face him.
Actually, the water droplets on her eyelashes weren't tears, but his sweat. The moment his sweat fell, she woke up.
After a long while, Jiang Shuifu rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked him a seemingly unrelated question in a casual manner:
"Aren't you going to feed your chickens, Shen Jizhao?"
Jiang Shuifu's words were calm and even, as if she didn't care at all about his forced entry into her room.
The man's identity was exposed, and he no longer bothered to hide anything. His lips curled down, his expression turned cold, and his tone became chilling:
"You want to know if my promise still stands, right? Are you worried about your second uncle?"
The woman kneeling on the bed remained silent, only quietly releasing her grip on his hand, tacitly acknowledging his guess.
He had finally returned, so of course she wanted to ask how her uncle was doing. However, he had lost patience with her and had no desire to please her anymore, so she could only test him gradually.
She let go, and Shen Jizhao snatched her clothes to his chest, clutching them tightly to the fabric still warm from her body, gritting his teeth.
"You don't need to endure humiliation, nor do you need to be so humble and try to trick me into revealing my true feelings. You can completely trust my promises. Regardless of my feelings for you, or whether I still have those feelings, I will absolutely not..."
He originally intended to say that he would absolutely not break his promise.
But then he thought of that person, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. His eyes gleamed faintly as he reorganized his thoughts, turning to the person with hopeful eyes and tentatively asking:
"If I break my promise, what will you do? Will you forgive me?"
The woman, who looked uneasy, was startled by his sudden turn around. She was even more frightened by his act of breaking his word. Her eyes widened, and she was at a loss for what to do.
Was he breaking his promise because he was angry with her? Or had he truly lost interest in her?
Shen Jizhao turned back around and was about to leave. His expression was fierce, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. The moonlight shone in and perfectly illuminated the throbbing veins on his neck.
He understood; she wouldn't!
She can forgive and even like that person, but she can't forgive him, the one with whom she once shared a bed and was intimate with her!
Has she forgotten that she once sweetly called out to her husband?
The same thing, if it happened to him, is unforgivable!
His jealousy was burning so fiercely that the temperature in the room suddenly rose. He left decisively, without looking back even once.
Just before he was about to leave the room, the woman who had been on the bed got up and, for the first time ever, grabbed his sleeve, telling him, word by word:
"He never had my body, never had my heart, never had my endless longing, never had my girlish heartache, isn't that enough?"
The man's expression softened, and she continued to express her grievances: "He has never neglected me or scolded me, which made me feel disheartened."
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The next day, when Jiang Shuifu got up, she saw that the clothes from the previous night had been washed and hung out to dry.
After what happened last night, she realized that Shen Jizhao had been washing her clothes by hand these past few days.
She didn't want to know why he suddenly wanted to do her laundry; she was just relieved, thinking that he still hadn't grown tired of her.
Then your uncle will be fine.
As soon as Shen Jizhao entered, he saw her relieved expression, confirming that she still had him under her control. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he walked towards her.
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Author's Note: The second male lead has left the story.
I didn't write anything, it was just a finger inserted into my mouth to feed me medicine. Don't overthink it, please let me go. [Hands clasped in prayer][Hands clasped in prayer]
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