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

She came back suddenly that night, and he always thought it was a dream.

In the dream, he felt indescribably sad.

He kissed her sincerely and passionately, but his heart was filled with deep sadness.

He thought this was a farewell forever.

He vaguely felt that he was being held in her soft yet firm embrace, and her body had a warm and sweet scent, a scent that had gradually faded in the tent over the past few days.

She stroked his face with her soft palms and said, "Fool."

No need to suppress anymore.

Anyway, it was just a dream, so he had the final say.

Xie Tan’s warm palm clasped the back of Song Nihuan’s neck.

Song Nihuan felt something completely different from before...

In the dim tent, they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

The candlelight flickered, and two figures were vaguely intertwined on the silk tent.

The world seemed to be nothing.

Song Nihuan felt Xie Tan's unfamiliarity, and a subtle tenderness arose in her heart.

He…has never had anyone else except her.

She guided him with a smile on her face, and the spring scenery was endless.

There was a storm outside the window, and he rubbed her into his body, and even if the sky fell, he couldn't stop her.

The pearls and jade hanging from the shark silk tent were shaking violently.

The young man was like a wild beast and didn't know how to stop.

On the second day, Xie Tan suddenly opened his eyes. The sunlight outside the window was bright. The afternoon sun cast a hazy golden glow over the entire palace, which was different from the gray early morning when he was awakened every time...

My body no longer felt as tired as before, instead I felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

He suddenly felt inexplicably anxious.

When I moved my arms, I found that the person in my arms had a face as white as snow, with faint dark circles under the thick eyelashes, a pointed chin, and a sweet smile at the corners of his lips.

He couldn't believe his eyes and stared at her blankly.

A thin brocade was draped around Song Nihuan's waist, and soft light shone on her face. Her long hair, which was like a waterfall, was a little messy, and her graceful and slender body was like white jade.

Just on the white jade, the black and white, the red and black are extremely impactful, fragrant and beautiful.

Very beautiful.

Like a dream.

But she was clearly in front of him, her eyebrows, her features, and the faint fragrance on her body.

Xie Tan had no erotic thoughts in his mind. He leaned over and hugged her tightly in his arms, sobbing silently.

After a night of tossing and turning, Song Nihuan was sleeping soundly. Xie Tan’s hug was too strong, so she woke up and murmured in his arms: "What's wrong?"

Xie Tan let her go, looked at her in shock and said, "No, it's not a dream?"

Song Nihuan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked very beautiful and charming, yet also had a hint of purity without makeup. She frowned, "What do you think?"

He released her and looked her over.

She blushed when he looked at her, her breathing became disordered, and she hurriedly looked for a quilt to cover her body.

Both his and her faces turned red.

"Where have you been? Do you know, I thought you..." His voice was a little hoarse in her ear, and he reached out to touch her beautiful face.

"I know," she said.

He placed her hand on the scar on his chest. The young man was handsome, with hard muscles, and exuded a powerful aura.

There was a small tooth mark and... scratches between the shocking scar.

Xie Tan asked in a low voice: "Is it scary? After you see it, do you dislike me?"

This was the first time he showed it to her. The scar on his chest looked even more horrifying in the daytime, full of murderous aura.

He always remembered that she liked beautiful things...

If Xie Yunji's body is like a finely carved jade, then Xie Tan is like the jade that has been broken into pieces, leaving no intact spot.

She looked at him. Even though she had seen him at night, she couldn't help but feel sad when she looked at him again. She stroked him with her slender fingers, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts..." he said, "but it doesn't hurt anymore as long as you care about me."

Xie Tan didn't move, letting her fingertips wander over those hideous scars. Every inch of his muscle was filled with a terrifying sense of strength, which he gained from countless times on the brink of life and death.

Song Nihuan's heart was filled with bitter emotions. Over the years, she had been serving as the mistress of Young Master Xie in the Xie Mansion. But what had Xie Tan experienced after leaving the Xie Mansion? How sad he must have felt when he saw her and Xie Yunji falling in love with each other...

She still remembered the night when he came to Fulanyuan to find her, hugged her and said, "Just think of me as Xie Yunji."

Song Nihuan leaned on Xie Tan's chest and said, "I'm sorry."

He kissed away her tears, "It's all over, don't cry."

Xie Tan's thoughts returned, and the beauty of last night seemed to be right in front of her. His warm breath floated around her neck, "What did you do last night?"

Asking knowingly.

Song Nihuan just remembered that Xie Tan had blacked out after drinking, and was quite speechless. She said embarrassedly: "I didn't do anything!"

He pulled down the brocade on her body and said, "Let's do it again."

She put her hand on his chest, lowered her eyes and dared not look at him, but this aroused his deeper desire.

The young bodies intertwined, sometimes slowly and deeply, sometimes like a sudden downpour.

There is deep affection in his eyes.

In a trance, tears dripped down her face, intertwined with sadness and love.

He touched his forehead to hers and begged in a low and humble voice: "Huan'er, Huan'er..."

"Call me by my nickname. I told you... I only told you."

She smiled and said nothing, but her heart felt numb.

Seeing that she was silent, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes to look at her and said, "I don't believe you forgot."

"What if you forget?" she teased him.

"Forgot?" he whispered.

The young man suddenly attacked, and the sound of two people gasping for air could not be suppressed from inside the tent. Layers of waves surged in, causing an irresistible shudder.

The long-lost memories were clearly visible. She whispered softly in his ear, "Qing Zhou..."

Xie Tan felt like he was about to burn.

At the last moment, she heard him ask her anxiously: "Ni Huan, Huan'er, do you love me? Say you love me, say you love me..."

He once asked her if she liked him. At that time, she couldn't say the word "like". The inexplicable palpitations made her feel panicked, and countless complex emotions enveloped her. At that time, she seemed ashamed to fall in love with anyone again.

And now, she hugged him tightly, "Clear day."

"Yeah." He replied, his voice a little choked.

"I love you."

No one loves me more recklessly than you.

So, I love you.