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

Xie Yunji half-knelt in front of her, reached out and grabbed her ankle, and she hissed in pain.

"Come on up, I'll carry you," he said.

Song Nihuan stood there in silence, not even mentioning the pain in her ankle. She felt like a thief caught stealing something. She really didn't know how to explain it. Unfortunately, she was injured again and couldn't walk down the mountain by herself...

"No need, I can walk by myself." She said stubbornly, and hurriedly took two steps, immediately breaking out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

Xie Yunji walked up to her and squatted down, tucking the corner of his robe into his belt, and simply repeated, "Come up."

Song Nihuan knew that she couldn't walk down the mountain, so she had to obediently lie on his back. However, the two of them were so close, and the fullness of her breasts pressed heavily on his back, which was really embarrassing.

The way down the mountain is not long, but not short either. Do I have to keep this awkward posture forever...

Xie Yunji is thin and a scholar, so he might not have the strength to carry her down the mountain...

"I'm quite heavy. If I really can't walk, you can help me walk." She said embarrassedly.

Xie Yunji drooped his eyelashes and smiled softly: "Ni Huan is afraid that I can't carry you?"

"Don't worry, if others can do it, I can do it too, don't worry."

Xie Yunji indeed didn't feel tired. She lay on his back, so obedient and comfortable. It would be great if she could always be like this.

The two of them walked quietly on the mountain path. The drizzle fell, wetting the black hair on his temples, making his skin look even whiter, but his drooping eyes were filled with shocking jealousy.

He knew that Xie Tan was dead, and no one in this world would compete with him for anything anymore.

But when he saw her coming secretly to pay tribute to Xie Tan, nameless anger filled his chest.

Suddenly, he felt a wetness on his cheek and her soft sobs sounded in his ears.

Who is she crying for?

The tears were like drops falling on a raging charcoal fire, splashing out eerie white smoke and burning his entire body, making him feel uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" He suppressed his displeasure and said as gently and casually as possible, "Can you tell me about it?"

She was still crying, and he almost stopped walking. "What's wrong? Are you sad about your brother's death?"

"Are you angry?" she choked.

She became more and more sad, sad about why she was not the real Jiang Yao, why she had to hide so many secrets from him. Now that she was discovered, what would he think?

How would she explain it to him...

As for Xie Yunji, his heart trembled after hearing Song Nihuan's answer, but he concealed the turmoil in his heart and said calmly: "My brother passed away suddenly, and I am also very sad. I am angry that you ignored your own safety and went up the mountain alone to pay tribute. I am angry that you did not inform me when you encountered problems. Am I such a petty person in the eyes of cousin Nihuan?"

"My brother lost his mother at an early age and has been lonely since childhood. Now he has died suddenly. It is really a pity. If you want to come to the mountain, you can ask me to come with you. Why not?"

Song Nihuan whispered, "I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."

He was silent for a while, and then he said after a long while: "My brother saved you, and I am glad that you are so grateful. There is no reason for me to misunderstand."

She couldn't say more, so she could only lean on his shoulder and let her tears flow.

He was such a good man, clean, transparent and gentle, different from ordinary men, but she lied to him.

She is so miserable...

"I'm so sad..." she sobbed.

Her tears soaked his clothes, and those tears seemed to flow into his heart.

Xie Yunji only felt anxious and flustered. He was anxious because he knew she was crying for Xie Tan, and he was flustered because her pity and love for her was far more than he expected.

He didn't want her to cry, let alone shed tears for others.

"Are you angry with me?" She stopped crying and said anxiously.

He sighed and blurted out, "How could I really be angry with you? You are loyal and righteous, I am so happy, but don't hide things like this from me in the future. Going up the mountain in the dark, what if something happens?"

"Look, if I hadn't come, how would you have gotten down the mountain?" He looked at her feet wearing pearl cloud shoes and urged, "Does it hurt? I'll go quickly and go down the mountain to find a doctor to treat you."

Song Nihuan nodded obediently and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

He was rarely so strong, and said: "You still say it doesn't hurt, but I'm your husband, don't be so strong in front of me."

Song Nihuan turned her face away, hiding her sweetness and palpitations. After a moment, she asked, "Did you see...your father just now?"

Xie Yunji did not shy away from it and said calmly, "I saw it."

When did his father go from being a man he looked up to to a false hypocrite?

He no longer remembers.

Maybe it was when my father pushed my mother to the ground for the first time in order to take Xie Tan back?

Maybe it was the time when the mother shed tears at night but still took care of the household chores during the day?

Maybe it was when his father cried so hard over the death of Xie Tan's mother that he almost fainted and passed away!

When his second wife died, he didn't shed a tear.

Just like when my mother died.

Look, father only loves Xie Tan’s mother.

Song Nihuan's gentle breathing brushed against his ears, like invisible feathers gently touching them.

The hatred that had been buried deep in his heart for many years suddenly broke out. He actually felt an urge in his heart, and he seemed to use all his strength to suppress this urge.

Feeling that he was tense all over, Song Nihuan asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired from walking? Brother Ziche, put me down and take a rest."

Xie Yunji nodded, put her gently on the ground, and put his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

The woman's unique body fragrance penetrated into his heart like a snake. He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes deep and dark.

Song Nihuan leaned obediently on his chest, her skin was as white as cream, her plump red lips were slightly parted, and she had an alluring luster.

He looked at her blankly. Those red lips seemed to have a fatal attraction at this moment. He wanted to touch her, to possess her, and to crush her in front of Xie Tan’s tomb!

The beast hidden in my heart finally got the chance to rush out, violent, evil, and almost uncontrollable.