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

The Song family's ancestral home.

In this quaint house, the woman shuttled back and forth like a light butterfly.

Her eyebrows and eyes are as beautiful as a painting, and she is charming and attractive; the slightly upturned corners of her lips always have a faint smile.

Time seems to go back and everything is so familiar.

Xie Tan, who was standing aside, stared quietly at the woman in front of him, his eyes never leaving her for a moment.

When their eyes met, Song Nihuan's eyes showed a gleam of approval.

Xie Tan seemed to have received great encouragement. He pursed his lips proudly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Chen Liang had been with the emperor for a long time. The emperor sitting on the high platform was always cold and indifferent. He spoke very little, and every sentence was an order, which made people feel intimidated for no reason. This was the first time he saw such a childish expression on the emperor's face.

It feels like I have done something and received recognition from someone I care about, and I feel proud and relieved.

Chen Liang remembered that when the emperor first married Song, he was still a little reserved. But in less than two years, she had completely won the emperor's heart.

Although she was given the title of Madam Mingde in the court, everyone knew from the way the emperor looked at her that it was only a matter of time before Madam Mingde entered the harem.

Chen Liang's eyes flickered over her, and he walked forward, bowed, and said, "Madam, are you satisfied? Every blade of grass and every tree in this house was restored by His Majesty according to the memory of the people who had served in this house before."

There's nothing wrong in flattering the emperor.

Sure enough, Song Nihuan threw herself into Xie Tan's arms.

The young man lowered his head and smiled, then he hugged her tightly and her feet left the ground.

He held her and spun her around, "Huan'er, do you still like it?"

"I have never been to the Song Mansion, so I can only try to restore it based on other people's memories."

"I like it." Song Nihuan said, "Thank you, Brother Tan."

"It's just a small matter." He put her down and rested his chin on her forehead. "It will take some time to recover, otherwise I would have let you come over long ago."

At this moment, there was a jingling sound, like the ethereal music of heaven or the silver bell laughter of a child.

Xie Tan looked at the unbloomed jacaranda outside the women's wall with burning eyes, "Is that so?"

"The best time of life is back again?"

Song Nihuan was stunned, looking at him in disbelief, and then her eyes sparkled.

He knew she understood.

That glazed Western clock.

When the Song family was confiscated, these rare items bestowed by the emperor were returned to the national treasury. In the past ten years, no one knew who they were given to.

It took a lot of manpower and resources to retrieve this item.

She once said, "I didn't know it at the time, but that was the best time in my life."

At this moment, he gave her the best time back.

Song Nihuan hugged Xie Tan's waist, her tears wetting the auspicious cloud pattern on his chest.

His heart trembled at her crying. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and sighed, "You still have so many tears..."

"Don't cry anymore." He kissed her red eyes with a smile on his lips, "It's all over. I'll take care of everything from now on."

After crying enough, she wiped her tears and smiled again.

This time when I cried, I didn't feel sad at all. Instead, I felt a sense of openness and relief as if I had been reborn.

She looked up at him, "Can I live here?"

"No." Xie Tan refused without thinking, tightening his arms and holding Song Nihuan in his arms, "How can I feel at ease if you live in such a big house by yourself?"

"But, but this is my home. I want to move Lan Zhi here as well." Song Nihuan said, shaking his arm with a rare cute look on her face, "Is that okay?"

Xie Tan sighed softly and stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes filled with fear of the upcoming separation, "I know, I know. But I just don't want you to leave me, I want to see you every day."

She looked at him without saying anything.

After a moment of silence, Xie Tan compromised and sighed helplessly, "Okay, if you want to live here, then you can. At worst, I can go back and forth."

"what?"

"What? I'm running between the palace and the Song Mansion!" Xie Tan's lips curled up, with a sly smile in his eyes, "I can't sleep without you!"

"Really? Is this convenient?" Song Nihuan asked.

"Of course it's convenient." Xie Tan said, "As long as I'm with you, anything is fine. Don't even think about getting rid of me."

She held his face in her hands, "Why would I want to get rid of you? I want to marry you, Brother Qing Zhou."

Xie Tan's honesty and passion made Song Nihuan regain a sense of security.

In the afternoon sunlight, her eyes were so bright and her voice was so gentle and soft, "Marrying you, as long as there is a ceremony, I don't have to be the queen."

He lowered his head and caressed her lips. Their lips and teeth were throbbing together for a long time. He steadied his disordered breathing and asked, "You don't have the title of queen, and you live outside. Do you know what it is?"

His gentleness and patience made her soul tremble. She just wanted more. She took the initiative to kiss him, "I only want you..."

This sentence was like an aphrodisiac, making him instantly excited. His breath blowing against her ear caused a shudder. "Okay."

The young emperor picked up the giggling girl and walked towards the inner room.

The willow waist sways gracefully, the rain stops and the clouds disappear, and the brows frown.

In the second half of the night, Song Nihuan was hugged in his arms in a daze and finally fell asleep peacefully.

Those gentle indulgences, the intense heartbeat, and the real connection between him and her all made her feel an unreal sense of happiness.

The thought in my mind became stronger and stronger.

She wants to marry him.

She had never had such an idea before. Even when she was attracted to Xie Yunji, she did not have a strong desire to marry him.

When she was about to fall asleep, she snuggled into Xie Tan's arms and murmured, "I love you, Qing Zhou, I love you, and I want to marry you."

The rationality that had just returned was about to be crushed again. Xie Tan restrained himself, his eyes slightly red, and kissed her forehead, "I love you too..."