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

Xie Tan hugged her, and Song Nihuan leaned obediently in his arms. He sniffed her hair, which smelled sweet, as if she had just taken a bath.

She stretched out her hand and continued to undress him, leaving him with only a layer of underwear, but he held her hand.

He had been sleeping in the same bed with her for more than half a year. During this period, he had never exposed his body in front of her. Even if he had just taken a shower, he would put on his clothes immediately.

Song Nihuan thought of Xie Yunji always wearing a robe with his upper body exposed, and couldn't help but think, people are different? Why does Xie Tan like to be covered up?

"Brother Tan, you haven't taken a shower yet, let me help you undress," she said.

"I'll do it myself." Xie Tan said.

He didn't want her to see the horrible scars on his body, he didn't want to scare her.

When he came back from the bath and walked to the bed, she had already fallen asleep on her side with her back to him.

He sighed and said, as expected, sleep will improve when the qi and blood are sufficient. It seems that the proportion of the medicine needs to be adjusted again.

Under the quilt, the ups and downs are extremely graceful.

He opened the quilt, lay down beside her, and put his arms around her waist, but still felt it was not close enough, so he moved closer to her and pressed tightly against her.

That's great.

In the dim light, Song Nihuan turned over and put her face into Xie Tan's chest.

"Did that wake you?" he said.

She shook her head, rubbed the raised scar on his chest through the soft fabric, and whispered, "Brother Tan...does it hurt?"

Xie Tan was deeply shocked. No one had ever asked him if he was in pain, and no one felt sorry for him.

But now it finally exists.

"It doesn't hurt." He said gently, "As long as you care about me, it won't hurt."

His embrace was warm, his arms were firm, and his heart was beating fast.

Song Nihuan hummed and kissed him on the face again, "Go to sleep."

When autumn came, Yunjing was already very cold. This year was particularly strange, as it got cold very early. The silver charcoal in the Ministry of Internal Affairs was obviously in short supply.

The government affairs have been put in order, the country is at peace and the country is prosperous. Most memorials can be approved directly by the Imperial Household Department, so Xie Tan doesn't need to worry about it.

Xie Tan promised Feng Mian to find her husband, but nothing happened. After thinking about it, he decided to take Song Nihuan to Jiangnan to have a look. First, it was because Jiangnan was warm, and second, because Feng Mian's husband was from Jiangnan.

Of course, Fengmian and Ajiaruo went along with us.

In order to travel without attracting attention, the four of them rode in the same carriage, with the rest of the guards following behind.

Feng Mian and Xie Tan are old acquaintances, so there is no awkwardness in riding in the same carriage. Ajia Ruo is not shy at all and holds Xie Tan's neck tightly. It was rare for her to see this little uncle in the palace before, so now in the small space of the carriage, they are going to have some fun.

Although Feng Mian has been practicing for many years in a place far away from people, he knows people's hearts very well. He talked to Song Nihuan in the carriage for no reason, and his conversation was filled with Xie Tan's longing and infatuation for her when he was in the northern border.

After five days of traveling south, the weather became warmer and warmer.

Because she wanted to keep everything simple, Song Nihuan did not bring many thin clothes. She never thought that the gap between the north and the south would be so huge. It was almost snowing in Yunjingdu, and the further south she went, the greener the scenery became.

The guards bought some light clothes from the nearby market, and Song Nihuan changed into the Tianshui Biyan Luoqiyun skirt. The layers of the skirt moved as gracefully as flowing water, and when she walked, her slender waist was highlighted, making it look like it could be held in the hand.

Previously, Song Nihuan was restrained as the mistress of the Xie family, so she was naturally serious and dignified in her movements and sitting, and she also chose relatively calm colors for her dress. Now that she is free from restraint, the woman in the sunlight has a smile on her lips, which is bright and charming.

Xie Tan was stunned for a moment.

When we arrived at the place where we were staying, there were four of us and three rooms.

Xie Tan sighed slightly.

Song Nihuan was shy and didn't want anyone to know that she and Xie Tan lived together, so they traveled this distance like this, with Fengmian and Ajiaruo having one room, and Xie Tan and Song Nihuan each having one room.

"It's getting late, go to bed early. Children need to go to bed early so they can grow." Xie Tan said to Ajia Ruo who was holding his hand tightly.

After saying goodbye to Feng Mian and her daughter, he turned around, smiled slightly, and dragged Song Nihuan into his room.

After closing the door, he pushed her against it, hugged her warm and soft body tightly in his arms, lowered his head and eagerly found her lips, kissed her hard, deeply, and entangled.

Song Nihuan put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and entangled her tongue with his.

Her response made him restless, and he couldn't help but hug her tighter, one hand stroking her back, sliding down, there were undulating mountains.

These past few days she was so close to him, yet he couldn't be close to her, and they even had to sleep separately at night. He was full of resentment.

Especially when he saw her wearing a thin skirt, the style in the south was different from that in Yunjing. The waist and hips were tailored very well, revealing the woman's gracefulness, which made him dare not look at her for too long.

After a moment, he calmed down his breathing and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't you miss me?"

"We are together every day, what else do you want..." she said.

He said bitterly: "I'm not leaving today."

The aloof and taciturn emperor became a different person behind a door, no different from those fools who fall in love.

He pinched her slender waist and repeated, "I just want to sleep with you every night."

"I, I don't want anyone to know. We have a child here." She said with difficulty.

"What don't you want people to know? You should have been mine a long time ago." He bit her neck and Song Nihuan screamed.

The inn had poor soundproofing, and next door was Feng Mian and Ajia Ruo's room. Sure enough, there was a noise over there, and a childish voice came: "Sister Ni Huan, what's wrong with you?"

The word "了" was actually only half pronounced, and it was obvious that the mouth was covered.

Song Nihuan frowned and said loudly: "It's nothing, this place is too small, I accidentally hit my leg."

Then she whispered in his ear, "You see... I can hear every little noise."

Xie Tan felt happy and joyful looking at her like this, and he deliberately lowered his head and bit her earlobe. This time she didn't dare to make a sound, but just buried her head in his neck and breathed slightly.

This soft voice...

Xie Tan held his forehead and said, "I'm leaving, leaving."

The next day, Xie Tan bought another carriage on the pretext that he was far away from Yunjing.

Two carriages moved slowly.

If you think of the Jiangnan area, Guangling is the place you can’t avoid.

Song Nihuan got off the car and looked at the magnificent and vast canal. Some sections of the river had been put into operation. There were bustling ships on the river. Some official ships were as tall as four or five stories high, and merchant ships were also loaded with all kinds of goods.

Such magnificent scenes are all the work of Xie Yunji.

It is the embodiment of his hard work and the many nights of writing by lamplight.

Song Nihuan couldn't help but feel powerless as a human being in this ethereal universe. Thousands of years later, who would have known that such a great project was originally created by the pen of a mere literati?

Her eyes felt a little sore.

Xie Tan looked at the vast river and said, "Ni Huan, I know you will still be sad. You can't forget. But Ni Huan, you are over. Don't think about him anymore. Let him go, and let yourself go, okay?"

She turned her back, and tears finally fell, hitting the back of her hand and disappearing in an instant.

Xie Tan smiled bitterly. What qualifications did he have to persuade her? He was not like her, like a fool, clinging to the warmth of the past.