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

Xie Tan's body became stiff.

"I hate you! I hate your own nonsense thoughts. I hate that you insisted on keeping me even though you knew I had someone else in my heart. I hate that you made me fall in love with you and then ignored me at every turn!"

"I hate that you suspect Xuan'er is not your flesh and blood but don't go to prove it. Instead, you complain about yourself here! Xie Tan, I really hate you!"

Xie Tan lowered his head and said nothing.

There was a little water stain on the quilt made of brocade.

Song Nihuan obviously noticed it.

She told herself that she must not be soft-hearted and must not let him escape whenever something happened.

But the water stains were still increasing, one drop, two drops.

"You are the emperor now, you..." She lifted his face.

The next moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her eagerly.

She hadn't seen him for a long time and she no longer had any patience. He made her feel sad. He was so lonely and quiet when he was young, which made her feel sad. When they met again, he was strong and tolerant, but his inferiority complex made her feel sad.

Xie Tan's breathing became rapid. He missed her so much that he couldn't remember the last time he was so close to her.

"……sorry."

He seemed to want to embed her into his bones and blood.

It's not that he didn't want to see her, but he missed her so much that he was going crazy.

These days he was just trying to convince himself, trying to see if he could live better without her.

But he failed.

He tried his best to prevent her from seeing him.

But he couldn't see her, couldn't hear her voice, didn't know what she was thinking, and was so anxious that he was about to lose control. Then, on many nights, many times when she didn't know, he greedily spied on her.

He was already the most noble man in the world, but without her by his side these days, he realized that he just wanted to be Song Nihuan's brother Qing Zhou, not an emperor who ruled the world.

If Song Nihuan doesn't want him, then everything will be meaningless.

He also compared himself with Xie Yunji, and found that Xie Yunji was inferior in terms of status and identity.

But love can make people humble, and they rack their brains to think about what else they can compare with Xie Yunji except for their identity and status?

Xie Yunji was her first love after she fell in love, and he was even the father of her child. She loved Xie Yunji so much that she wanted to live but couldn't, and couldn't die...

Xie Tan didn't know what else he had to compare with Xie Yunji. What was worthy of her love? Was it his morbid possessiveness towards her? Or was it his deep inferiority complex?

He would often hear his heartbeat in his chest getting faster and faster, so fast that it drove him crazy and he had no choice but to pace back and forth in the empty palace.

Only when he was with her could he find a moment of peace.

So he came to spy on her, looked at her by her bed while she was sleeping, and even wanted to knock her out so that she would never wake up, so that he could do whatever he wanted to her, play with her, and possess her!

In this way, she would not look at him sadly without saying anything, nor would she stand behind another man.

He was afraid to let her know these unspeakable thoughts, and he couldn't help but wonder, if she knew, would she continue to indulge him or... abandon him?

It’s hard to describe the feeling at this moment, both excited and desperate?

Xie Tan pressed the back of Song Nihuan's neck and held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from seeing his slightly convulsing face.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." He suppressed his burning emotions and said as calmly as possible, "I won't avoid you from now on."

But there was a voice in his heart saying, tell her, tell her, tell her!

Tell her you want her!

Tell her what a shitty person you are!

Song Nihuan didn't know what he was thinking, and asked unhappily, "What do you mean? You want to leave?"

Xie Tan did not answer, but lowered his eyes. She could not see his emotions clearly, and he did not speak. She kicked him anxiously, "I have not eaten properly for several days, and you did not accompany me and Xuan'er for the New Year's Eve dinner. What, do you still have political affairs to take care of? Do civil and military officials not celebrate New Year's Eve?"

Xie Tan said, "I'll ask someone to bring the food."

Song Nihuan looked up at him and said, "I don't want to eat anymore."

"No, not eating is bad for your stomach. Besides, your period hasn't ended yet, so you can't not eat." Xie Tan said.

"How do you know me..." she asked.

Xie Tan didn't say anything.

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Song Nihuan became even angrier and simply sat astride him, forcing him to look at her.

Just as Xie Tan was about to step back, she took a step forward and grabbed his collar, not allowing him to retreat an inch. "Did I let you move?"

He looked at her coldly, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her.

This time, his kiss was almost rough. Song Nihuan felt pain and suffocation at the same time, but he did not let her go.

Xie Tan looked at Song Nihuan's cheeks which turned red due to holding her breath, and let go of her lips, but then held her waist tightly towards him, strong and hard.

He looked at her with his dark and cold eyes, his voice cold and suppressed. He finally couldn't help but said, "What if I kill everyone you care about?"

"Including Xie Xuan."

Song Nihuan suddenly breathed in air, her chest rising and falling violently. She looked at him hazily with wet eyes after being bullied by him, "What are you talking about? You are the one I care about the most. Are you going to kill yourself? And even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Are you going to kill your own son?"

Xie Tan's body was tense and stiff, and he kept muttering, "He cares about me the most? He's my son?"

She answered both questions with one sentence, "Yes, absolutely."

She felt his breathing suddenly quicken, with deep and shallow gasps, and his dark and narrow eyes were filled with a certain desire.

In the collision just now, she was shocked by him.

Song Ni looked at him with a smile, "You?"

"I missed you a lot." He whispered, and then explained, "That's not what I meant. I know you haven't had your period yet."

She kissed him gently, then leaned over and untied the tie on his trousers.

He stopped her with a red face, "No, Huan'er, I don't want this..."

The next moment, he shuddered and felt a tingling numbness all over his body. He had been single for a long time and could not stand her teasing at all.

Song Nihuan looked up at Xie Tan's tense and flushed face. His chest was heaving violently and he was breathing heavily. He trembled almost every time she moved.

Sensitive and stubborn.

The breath is sticky and the hair is slightly disheveled.

As extreme joy came, the redness in the corners of Xie Tan's eyes became more and more obvious. He thought desperately and with palpitations that he should keep pretending...

*

In the 42nd year of Da Zhao, on the Great Morning Sun, the long-delayed ceremony of enthroning the queen finally took place.

The winter jasmine was in full bloom; it was planted the year she entered the palace.

The emperor resumed his diligence and love for the people, Crown Prince Xuan reached the age where he could speak, and the dynasty prospered.

The country is vast and the sea is peaceful and the rivers are clear.

The one you love most is by your side.

———End of the text———