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

In the early morning, white mist hung low in the mountain stream, and the black tent seemed to have a sense of emptiness and desolation in the midst of the vagueness.

When Xie Tan woke up, the scenes in his dream were still vaguely visible.

His long fingers stretched out in the air and then clenched.

Thin waist, slender, delicate and full, hot and entangled, long hair sweeping across his chest softly and seductively, she is like a flower that has just bloomed... these touches are so real.

She was pure and charming, her eyes were as intoxicating as wine, reflecting his face, bewitching him in a forbidden way.

It felt like a wild beast in my body was about to be awakened, and strange ripples were spreading in my heart.

Mortals who live in this world cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires.

He has always been a man of strong will. He has been tense these days in the north. He hasn't had such a beautiful dream for a long time. On such a morning, he closed his eyes, wanting to keep the boundless spring scenery in his dream.

Just imagining what she looked like in the dream made the heat in my body run wild, as if it was about to explode.

But she is someone else's wife.

This thought suddenly woke him up. He opened his eyes, but there was nothing.

Xie Tan returned to reality, picked up a piece of clothing and went towards the waterfall.

Once, when he was a teenager, he had such a dream. After waking up, he went to keep his appointment with her. Seeing her looking at him with such clear eyes, he was extremely embarrassed.

In fact, until now, he is not sure whether Song Nihuan feels the same way about him as he does.

Or maybe she just regarded him as a brother.

A brother who was being bullied and needed her protection.

When Xie Tan was young, he was fond of studying pharmacology. He would get a moment of peace just by immersing himself in those medicinal herbs. He had always been free to come and go in the Xie mansion and no one cared about him. On the way to the medicine shop, he met the woman who said he was a god on the rockery for the second time.

On that day, someone's family was in trouble. The police were escorting a family of all ages out. One of the little boys was about to part with his mother. He cried and wanted to get close to his mother again, but was held tightly by the police.

The little boy's wrist was turning blue, but he still refused to let go of his mother's hand.

The people on the streets watched it like a play. This kind of drama of having homes confiscated and people being taken away was so common that the people had become indifferent.

The little boy was only three or four years old. He struggled desperately, tears streaming down his face, fear and despair in his eyes.

The little boy's mother's clothes loosened as they were pulled, revealing her bright skin.

People like Xie Tan, who had been treated coldly since childhood, were not interested in such scenes. There were too many poor people in the world, who could save whom? He shifted his gaze and walked faster.

The carriage in the middle of the street suddenly stopped, and a young girl jumped out of the carriage with the neighing of horses. She quickly stepped forward and draped her robe over the woman, then pushed the official away without hesitation and picked up the frightened little boy.

This set of movements was so smooth and flowing that everyone was stunned.

Her face was bathed in the morning light, and the early morning light cast a fluffy halo on her face, which made her look extremely cute.

Such a lovely girl, but she spoke coldly to the two officials about the "Dazhao Code", which stated that when officials' families were detained, boys under the age of seven could live with their mothers.

Even though what she said was right, the two officers didn't want to buy it. One of them was behind her, looking at her with interest. Just as he was about to reach out to touch her, he felt a pain in his wrist.

The officer turned around with a grin and saw a silver-haired young man. The young man raised his chin, his expression sharp and cold. Before he could see clearly, the young man threw his arm behind his back and threw him to the ground.

The officer was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. When he finally stood up and was about to attack, he saw the jade pendant on the boy's waist.

That's government stuff.

Before I could take a closer look, I heard whispers from the crowd:

"Isn't this the son of the Xie family?"

"Which Xie family? The one in Wuyi Lane?"

"That's right. Look at the white hair. It's Mr. Xie. It is said that he is ill and crazy. Let's go quickly!"

They did not hide when the police were detaining people, but they tried to avoid Xie Tan, who was doomed to be alone.

The onlookers dispersed in groups of two or three. The two officers looked at each other and knew that the Xie family was a very powerful family and they could not afford to offend them. So they allowed the boy to follow his mother and took the boy away in disgrace.

Song Nihuan stood a few steps away, looking at him quietly, prettyly.

To this day, that nervous feeling still lingers in Xie Tan's heart.

He was afraid that she would forget her, and he was also afraid that she would avoid him like those bystanders.

"Is it you?" she said.

His eyes swept across her pretty face. The uncontrollable surprise in her eyes made his uneasiness disappear instantly. He looked at her and smiled foolishly.

She had not forgotten him and was glad to see him.

Thinking back to the first time they met, she spoke up for him when he was bullied by his brother and asked him to bully him back. Thinking about what she did today, it was not difficult to understand.

A delicate and fragile woman like her is so righteous and passionate about such things.

As he suddenly realized it, he felt a little lost in his heart. Was she so righteous to everyone? He was not the exception.

"You are the son of the Xie family. What's your name?" she said with a smile.

Song Nihuan once heard her father and brother talking about the Xie family in her father's study. The Xie family of Wuyi Lane was a century-old prestigious family and a group of upright scholars and officials, a family that people like them could not reach.

But today it seems that this godlike little brother is not so difficult to talk to.

And I'm always bullied.

Song Nihuan asked again: "What's the matter, don't you recognize me? Brother Shenxian, have you forgotten what happened on the rockery that day?"

The long hair like a waterfall was blown up by the wind, and the faint fragrance belonging to a girl invaded Xie Tan's nostrils, and his palms were sweating for no reason.

He told her his name hesitantly, and added that he was not Xie Yunji, not the eldest master Xie from Yaguan Yunjing.

She said indifferently: "I know you are not Xie Yunji. Everyone has seen Xie Yunji. You are prettier than him."

She likes good-looking things. At this moment, Xie Tan was glad that she was born with a good-looking appearance.

Memories suddenly disappeared, and Xie Tan quietly immersed himself in the cold pool under the waterfall. The ripples on the water made his reflected face look a little distorted.

He has not changed, and his feelings for her have never changed over the years.

It hadn't changed when she didn't recognize him.

It didn't change even when she mistook him for Xie Yunji.

Even after his "death", she had not changed when she was seen hugging Xie Yunji in front of his grave.

I just don’t know if this kind of persistence still has any meaning.

She is now Mrs. Xie, she lives a good life and has a loving relationship with Xie Yunji.

What should he do to let go of this hazy feeling of youth...

The white-haired young man's naked upper body was tall and strong, with hard muscle lines that exuded a powerful aura, and a faint red tint under the cold air of the pond water.

Such a beautiful and masculine body is covered with hideous scars.

Xie Tan lowered his eyes and immersed his body completely in the water.

He is no longer good-looking like this, will she still like him?