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

She closed her eyes, her stiffness eased, her whole body relaxed.

In the darkness, Xie Yunji held her, carefully avoiding her wounds.

Song Nihuan's hands hung at her waist, and her eyes were red as she looked in a direction he couldn't see.

"I only love you, Ni Huan." After a while, he let go of her and pressed his forehead against hers. "Le Yi and I are not what you think. I don't love her."

"From the beginning to the end, you are the only one in my heart. I have no personal feelings for her."

Her tears finally fell and she gasped in her tears in his arms.

He looked down at her, his words full of heartache, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Let me see your injury."

She pulled her collar tighter to stop him from moving.

Xie Yunji sighed, held her cheek, and kissed her tears tenderly, "Don't cry, it's my fault, I was wrong..."

Song Nihuan was still crying, as if her tears would never stop.

She found that she couldn't blame him. How could she so easily forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye, and forgiving his unclear relationship with the princess...

She was angry at him, and even more angry at herself.

He took her hand and placed it on his waist, whispering, "Hold me."

Song Nihuan's heart trembled at this sentence.

She accepted her fate, she couldn't help loving him.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. It was a familiar, comforting smell.

It's her husband...

Xie Yunji let out a long sigh. She still loved him and was still attached to him.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently, his breathing becoming heavier, "I haven't touched anyone else outside... Do you miss me?"

She closed her eyes, her body responding to him involuntarily, and she murmured, "Yes, I think about it every day."

He did not move her. After calming his breathing, he gently peeled off her underwear and whispered, "Let me see your injury."

All the clothes were taken off, revealing the woman's thin back and waist. There were several red marks crisscrossing horizontally and vertically on her snow-white and delicate skin, and the turned-up flesh could be seen deep inside.

Xie Yunji remained silent.

"Pinga Fuyu sent someone to apply medicine to me that night. Now I am fine and don't feel any pain anymore," she said.

He frowned barely perceptibly, his eyes filled with coldness.

It's Pinga Fuyu again...

That night, Song Nihuan slept on her side, and Xie Yunji gently held her in his arms, and they both slept very well.

For several days, he carefully avoided her wounds and applied medicine to her during the day. It seemed that all the scars were on his heart.

Another half a month later, her wound had healed a lot, with only light pink marks left. Xie Yunji sent someone to get the ready-made scar-removing gel and applied it carefully to her.

The wound was almost healed. Song Nihuan sighed: "Thanks to Pingjia Fuyu's timely application of medicine, I didn't expect it to heal so quickly."

A trace of gloom flashed across Xie Yunji's eyes, and his fingertips slowly brushed across her skin, causing her to shudder. She giggled and said, "Itchy, so itchy."

He kissed her back and said, "How about this? Does it itch too?"

……

It's daybreak.

The two of them entangled for a long time last night, and only fell asleep when they were exhausted.

In the early morning, she woke up earlier than him and stared at his sleeping face quietly. He had long eyelashes, a high nose bridge and beautiful lips. After a night, the handsome man had a kind of calmness after being satisfied.

It turns out that love and desire cannot be separated.

It turns out that only when they are in harmony in bed can two people really become like one.

She couldn't help thinking that if her family had not fallen into poverty, if she had been able to be raised in an orderly manner in the boudoir, she might not have married him.

If all the suffering she endured was for the sake of meeting him, she felt it was worth it.

He told her he loved her many times last night and said sorry to her.

She actually felt some pain and couldn't feel any happiness from it, but looking at his indulged eyes, she was willing to cooperate with him.

In fact, there are many things that she doesn't like, just like she doesn't like plain and elegant clothes, calligraphy and painting, and even less like reciting poems and brewing tea, but for his liking, she is willing to change herself.

The east was already getting bright, and the faint morning light shone through the overlapping curtains onto the young man's cold face. She reached out and stroked his outline.

He instinctively took her hand and kissed it, then turned sideways and held her in his arms.

She obediently lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, closed her eyes, and hugged him tightly.

"Hmm?" He rubbed her hair, his voice hoarse as if he was about to wake up.

Xie Yunji thought of the beauty of last night. She was so beautiful and wonderful. His body was also very honest. He almost couldn't control it. He kissed her, bit her, and rubbed her body hard.

She seemed to have grown up, her plump parts were fuller than before, but her waist was still so thin. He could only pinch her waist harder and harder.

He remembered her furrowed brows and her suddenly tightened fingertips. He knew she was in pain, but he really missed her...

He closed his eyes, still holding her, and whispered, "Ni Huan, I was too tired last night. I want to sleep more."

She kissed his eyes and said, "It's okay, go back to sleep."

She propped her head on her elbows and leaned over to watch him sleeping.

It was daybreak, and a ray of morning light filtered through the layers of gauze tent, making the entire tent dim and quiet.

Xie Yunji closed his eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Feeling her gaze, he couldn't help but pull her down and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Can't sleep? Didn't you have enough last night?"

But she hugged him, and after a moment of silence, she said, "When you were not around, I was scared to sleep alone at night. I always wondered how could you be so cruel to leave me alone? And you and the Sixth Prince had a good relationship, so how could it become like this?"

She adjusted herself into a comfortable position in his arms.

"Not again," he said.

What he wanted to say was that he regretted not bringing her with him when he went to Yunjing, and that he would take her with him wherever he went in the future. However, he did not say it. He thought there was no need to say it out loud, and he would just wait and see what he would do in the future.

"The Sixth Prince and I are only the monarch and his subject. Even though we grew up together, that relationship has faded now." He said lazily, his eyes moving slightly, looking down at her, "But you, what do you want to do with the Pinga Fuyu? You don't even shy away from it in front of me?"

"It is precisely because he and I are innocent that I don't have to avoid you," she said.

There was a smile on his face, "Who is better looking, him or me?"

Song Nihuan was stunned, and suddenly realized that he cared about this. Pingjia Fuyu had asked that day...

"Speak." He lifted her chin and put his lips on hers, but he didn't kiss her. He just gently stroked her nose, lips, and collarbone. "If you say it wrong, I will punish you."

"My husband, do you want me to tell the truth? Of course it's Pinga..." She teased him deliberately.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the word Pinga came out, he bit her...

Song Ni cried happily, "You! How could you do this!"

He walked down and said calmly, "I am your husband, there is nothing I can't do for you. Tell me, who is more handsome, me or him?"

She gasped and said shyly, "Of course it's you, my husband. You are like jade, like a white flower or a jade tree, like the bright white moonlight..."

He listened to her compliments and looked at the gentle shyness between her eyebrows, and he could no longer restrain himself...

Outside the yard, the maid who came to help with the changing of clothes returned the silver plate in her hand.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Handan asked with her eyes open.

When the young master was not back, the young lady always got up very early. Why is it that when the young master came back, the young lady didn't behave more diligently, but instead became lazy?

Molan said, "It looks like it's already noon. Go and ask the kitchen to prepare some soup."

A maid of Molan's age is already familiar with human affairs. The young couple hasn't seen each other for a long time, so naturally they want to be more intimate. But I didn't expect that after last night, they could still toss and turn like this. But the young master has always been a restrained person...

Maybe the young master really likes the young lady.

Molan looked quietly at the tightly closed door of the inner room.

She knew that Linglong had left, and a new Linglong would come soon.

When did Linglong have the false thought?

When you stay with such a person, you cannot have any distracting thoughts.

The young master is like the breeze and the bright moon, which cannot be caught and can only be admired from afar. When you look closer, he is still as elegant as ever, but with a hint of coldness.

He appears gentle and polite, but in fact he is the most tyrannical.

The morning light gently enveloped Molan, turning half of her face golden. She turned her head, and her glass earrings swayed, creating a soft and beautiful look that was incompatible with her indifferent and cold face.