After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Only then did Song Nihuan raise her eyes and look at him carefully.

There were dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

His hair was wet, raindrops were running down his cheeks, his clothes were soaked by the rain, and the heartbroken expression on his face was clearly visible.

She looked at him quietly, with a complex emotion in her heart.

She suddenly realized that only when she was with him would the feeling of loss and heartache disappear and she could breathe a sigh of relief.

"You say." His eyes were wet, making people feel pity. His handsome face showed an uneasy expression, as if waiting for her to pronounce life or death. "Ni Huan, do you really not want me?"

She opened her mouth and wanted to answer him, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't say anything.

He raised the corners of his lips, picked her up and strode to the bed, "You're not wearing shoes."

She hooked her arms around his neck and looked up at him. Her profile was angular, with beautiful lines of her jaw and Adam's apple, and a hint of stubble on her chin.

Xie Yunji has always paid great attention to his image. He has a routine for his movements, sitting and lying down. He shaves his face and washes his hands every day, fumigates his clothes, and rarely walks when he travels.

I didn't expect that the elegant and graceful Xie Hanlin would also have such unkempt moments.

She raised her hand to touch his chin, and her stubble was a little prickly.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and smiled gently.

He picked her up, walked to the bed and sat down, holding her cold feet in his arms.

Then he said to himself: "I'm not leaving tonight. I'm staying here overnight."

Her face turned red, and she glared at him and said, "Don't you have to go to court tomorrow? Why do you come here every day? Aren't you tired?"

He looked at her with an aggrieved expression: "Do you think I am tired? How can this mountain be so easy to climb?"

After saying that, he lifted up his sleeves, revealing the scars on his forearms and palms, pointing at them and saying, "This one was scratched accidentally when I first climbed the mountain; that one was left when I wanted to secretly come to see you while you were doing evening lessons, but I accidentally fell..."

His skin was cold and pale, and these scars looked particularly shocking.

"Is it serious? Why didn't you bandage it? How did Molan get a job..." She looked at him with a distressed face, carefully pulled his arm, and blew gently.

He smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. I didn't go back to Xie's house."

"Why don't you go back?" she asked puzzledly.

He looked down at her and said softly, "The three women in the mansion are still here. I was afraid you might misunderstand me, so I wanted to wait until you calmed down and pick you up, and then go back together."

His voice was a little hoarse.

After hearing what he said, most of her anger dissipated.

The violent storm outside the window seemed to have stopped, leaving only the sound of raindrops dripping on the eaves.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and in the bright moonlight she discovered that his pale face was flushed with a sickly color.

"What's wrong? This is..." Song Nihuan reached out to touch his forehead, and compared it with her own, and said in astonishment, "It's so hot! Why didn't you tell me?"

Before she could finish her words, Xie Yunji had grabbed the back of her neck and blocked her mouth.

She pushed him, but he didn't let her go. In between kisses, he said, "You got caught in the rain just now, and I couldn't sleep well without you these days."

He looked into her eyes and gave her a gentle smile, "I want to wait until you calm down before I tell you."

Song Nihuan pursed her lips, her eyes turned red again, and she could no longer control herself and threw herself into his arms and started crying.

A smile appeared on Xie Yunji's lips.

He let her hold him, and when she had cried enough, he kissed her, "Have you forgiven me?"

She buried her face in his chest and groaned in a muffled voice.

He lowered his eyes and whispered in her ear, "I didn't expect my Ni Huan to care about me so much... If you weren't jealous or resentful, I would be sad."

"You don't need to be so magnanimous as to push your husband to someone else. You are first and foremost my wife, Xie Yunji, and then the eldest wife of the Xie family."

"I won't let you feel sad anymore."

Song Nihuan hugged him tightly and said nothing.

After a while, she sniffed and broke away from his arms, "I'll go get you some hot water so you can change your wet clothes."

"Help me take it off." He smiled, and before he finished speaking he pulled her back and pushed her down.

She was breathless from his kiss, "You, you are still sick."

"It's okay." He said as he worked, "It's still romantic to die under the peony flowers... Help me take it off, it's so cold."

Song Nihuan paused. Firstly, she was shy. She also found it strange that she had been married to Xie Yunji for more than three years, but she still couldn't control her blushing and heartbeat when she touched him. Secondly, she was afraid that wearing wet clothes next to her would aggravate his condition.

In the darkness, she fumbled up and down to untie his belt, her fingertips touching his skin, hot.

His strong body was tightly entangled with hers. They had not seen each other for many days and missed each other very much. Song Nihuan was no longer a young girl who had just experienced sex for the first time. She could feel her body clamoring for her longing for him.

His stubble brought a strange touch, causing ripples on her fair and delicate body.

In the dim light, Xie Yunji's eyes revealed joy, her breath penetrated into his lungs like a spirit snake, making him unable to extricate himself. He kept sucking and kissing her. He liked to see her unable to control her emotions for him, liked her lowering her eyes shyly.

But he would not ask for her body tonight, although he wanted to.

Song Nihuan was teased by him and let out an unbearable sigh. She didn't know why he didn't take the next step, so she gave him a puzzled look.

The next moment, Xie Yunji picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed in front of her astonished gaze, then leaned over.

She tried to close her legs and put her hands on his shoulders in panic, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."

He held her down, feeling her smoothness and softness, and soothed her gently: "Don't be nervous, relax."

(Covering my face, I can’t write anymore)

……

Song Nihuan's body leaned back. After the orgasm, her jade-like skin turned a soft pink. There were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Xie Yunji held her in his arms, and their young bodies were pressed tightly together under the quilt.

She knew his desire had not been relieved, so she asked quietly, "Why?"

He placed his hand on her flat belly and said seriously, "I am with you not only to have children. It's because I love you. I love you even without children, and I want to make you happy."

She understood what he meant.

He did not actually have sex with her, in order to prove that he had sex with her only for love and had nothing to do with procreation.

It's about giving, not taking.

After a long time, Song Nihuan hummed, her eyes were sore and tears flowed again. She gently kissed his cheeks, handsome jaw and Adam's apple.

He heated up and his breath changed.