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

The cold moon was silent, and its moonlight quietly shone through the diamond-shaped window onto Song Nihuan's bloodless face.

Xie Tan said: "He's gone."

She was annoyed, "You did it on purpose!"

"Yes, I did it on purpose." He said calmly, seeming to be half sober. Looking at the blush on her neck, Xie Tan did not regret it, but felt a sense of pleasure from venting. "Will he find out?"

Song Nihuan knew what he was talking about. Her skin had always been sensitive, and would turn red at the slightest touch, not to mention his wanton sucking and biting just now. She was so angry that she sat up and kicked him under the bed, "Go away! Go away! It's all your fault!"

He grabbed her wrist, his eyes were terribly bright. She thought he was not a good person, so he did it for her to see. "Yes, blame me. But I don't regret it at all. Think about how to cover it up tomorrow! If you can't cover it up, just tell him directly that I was on your bed and whispering to you when he came last night!"

A wanton smile spread across Xie Tan's face. He stretched out his hands and entwined them with her black hair. He said in a cold voice, "I will never allow you to marry him!"

Hearing this, Song Nihuan looked at him in despair, her pupils dark as a well that could easily suck his soul in.

Xie Tan couldn't see what was meant by her eyes, he just felt that her look really made him sober.

He didn't want to end up like this with her! But seeing that the balance in her heart was leaning towards Xie Yunji, how could he be willing?

It was obvious that he knew her first, and it was obvious that they had feelings for each other first!

Xie Tan's heart twitched. He felt as if his mouth was filled with coptis. He couldn't express the bitterness, so he had to swallow it down. It was so bitter that it made his heart ache.

However, seeing her silently distancing herself from him, Xie Tan's heart began to beat anxiously. He could not wait any longer. He had to get to the bottom of it. If she blamed him for not rescuing her in time, he was willing to explain and make her calm down, even if it meant giving her his life.

Under the moonlight, the silver-haired young man asked quietly: "You really don't remember me?"

Song Nihuan looked at his miserable face and said, "Second Master, are you sober now?"

"Answer me, do you really not remember me?" he asked stubbornly, anxiously and nervously, as if the power of life and death was in her hands.

In fact, Song Nihuan guessed that he might have had some connection with Xie Tan in the past, but so what? If they were close friends, could he have watched her sink into the pit of fire for so many years?

Song Nihuan said indifferently, "After I left the Music Bureau, I went to a brothel and was fed a lot of drugs. I don't know which drugs conflicted with which. I have forgotten a lot about the past. If I had any past with the Second Young Master, it was probably not a very pleasant past. Nihuan has long forgotten it, and please don't dwell on the past, Second Young Master."

Being drugged... Xie Tan's throat choked up, and the abuse and humiliation she suffered in that filthy place immediately emerged in her mind.

His internal organs ached, and he squeezed out a few words: "Listen to me..."

However, he stopped talking dejectedly. How could he tell her that he was unable to save her after he knew her house was confiscated? How could he tell her that he had been unable to find her despite searching everywhere for her over the past few years?

The contempt and oppression he suffered in the Xie family since childhood made it difficult for him to make a name for himself.

There is no way to achieve the same success and fame as Xie Yunji.

He is so incompetent that he can't even protect the person he loves.

How could he explain the past to her and then beg her to remember their past?

Never mind. It's better to forget than to remember.

The light in Xie Tan's eyes dimmed gradually, until only a grayness remained, like a flame that went out silently in the rain.

He walked forward and hugged Song Nihuan tightly, his heart trembling in his chest. He thought in a daze, let me hug her for the last time, and from now on we will be like she said, uncle and sister-in-law, and we will fulfill our duties.

Song Nihuan's body froze and she was about to struggle when she heard Xie Tan pleadingly whisper in her ear, "Don't move. Let me hold you for a while. Just think of me... as Xie Yunji."

She felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, as if it was being strangled by an invisible thread.

She let him hold her for a while, and after a moment, Xie Tan let go of her, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it in her hand, then turned and left without saying a word.

She was stunned for a moment, then looked down, knowing in her heart that this was the medicine he had prepared to clear away heat and cool the blood, to relieve the effects of the aphrodisiac she had been drugged with.

That way she wouldn't have to worry and wouldn't have to risk going to him every time an attack occurred.

The last time Xie Tan looked at her appeared in her mind. His eyes seemed to be covered with thousands of layers of mist, making it difficult for her to see clearly.

The cold moon was silent. Song Nihuan took a deep breath and clenched the white bottle in her hand.

On the other side, after Xie Tan returned to Tan Courtyard, he sat in the dark for a long time. Hearing the noise, Shuanghua came over and called "Young Master" several times at the door. Seeing no one answered, she rushed in in desperation and saw the second young master looking distraught.

She had never seen the Second Young Master like this, sitting silently in the dark, extremely weak, and seemingly no different from dead.

Shuang Hua looked at his face carefully, it was pale and blue, and his eyes were straight, and her back was immediately covered with sweat. She walked forward and squatted in front of Xie Tan, "Sir, my good sir, what's wrong with you... Who has embarrassed you again?"

Xie Tan lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then pushed her out the door.

"Young Master, please say something. What's wrong with you?" Shuanghua was clinging to the door and was unwilling to leave. There was worry in her eyes. In the past, no matter what kind of suffering the Young Master had suffered, he was always indifferent and fearless, never like tonight.

Xie Tan finally showed some reaction, looked at her and smiled, "Go to another place to serve me next time."

"What do you mean? Sir, are you going to send me away?" Shuang Hua saw Xie Tan's smile for the first time and was dumbfounded. She had an inexplicable ominous premonition, "Sir, no matter what happens, just relax..."

Xie Tan didn't say anything either. He pushed her out and closed the door.

In the darkness, he skillfully touched a wooden box under the pillow. It looked old. When he opened it, there was a jade ring with the two characters "Xi Zheng" engraved on it, but one stroke was missing from each character.

The reason why she stayed in the Xie family all these years was that she was afraid that if there was a general amnesty one day, and if God had mercy on her, Song Nihuan would be lucky enough to escape from some corner. Her family would be gone and she would be left alone, so she would definitely come to the Xie Mansion to find him.

But now, he really couldn't bear to see her smiling sweetly beside Xie Yunji, nor could he call her sister-in-law.

Thinking of this, Xie Tan felt the loneliness and despair in his heart expand infinitely, spreading from his breathing to his bones. He knew that this kind of pain could not be overcome by just gritting his teeth.

He could only stay away from her.