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

"Hey, Madam, be careful."

"Don't move, don't move."

"Let me help you out of bed."

Song Nihuan had just woken up when Shuanghua called out to her and everyone outside came in.

It has been like this these days. Xie Yunji dotes on her so much that even the servants are walking on thin ice, as if something bad will happen if she moves.

When she first became pregnant, Song Nihuan was always drowsy and her consciousness was sinking even during the day.

Sometimes when she opened her eyes and saw Xie Yunji, she would mutter to him about all the good things that happened in the past. After she finished speaking, she would suddenly realize that things were different now, and she would burst into tears again.

Seeing her like this, Xie Yunji felt a pain in his heart as if it were being stabbed by needles.

He recalled her innocent yet cunning eyes when she first entered the mansion, and her natural trust and admiration for him when they were together, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

He no longer explained the past to her, but just accompanied her quietly. If she didn't eat, he would feed her mouthful by mouthful.

He took care of her patiently and meticulously until her breathing became steady and she fell asleep again.

Song Nihuan woke up that day, and Xie Yunji was rarely by her bedside.

"The young master is in the backyard, making something for the young master/young lady." Shuanghua said.

"I want to go out for a walk." Song Nihuan said.

Shuanghua agreed and helped her out of bed.

In the early morning of summer, the sun was not scorching and the wind blowing on the body was particularly comfortable. Song Nihuan covered her eyes, then opened them again, and saw Xie Yunji in the backyard.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe today, and seemed to have lost a lot of weight. When the wind blew, he looked handsome and elegant, like a god.

He was holding a wooden stake in his hand and doing some carpentry work.

The servants wanted to help, but he waved his hand to refuse.

In the servants' view, these rough and tiring jobs are what they do every day, so they don't think it's a big deal. But when they see a nobleman like Xie Yunji doing the same work as them, they feel guilty and uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.

After a while, a bamboo horse with wheels on the back was completed.

Song Nihuan's eyes fell on his hands. Xie Yunji's hands were very clean and slender. At this moment, he was bleeding from the burrs of the wood, but he was unaware of it and was looking at his work with great satisfaction.

He turned his head and met Song Nihuan's eyes, and smiled at her.

That smile is dazzling in the summer light.

She felt ashamed and disgusted at the slight palpitation that arose in her heart, and turned away quickly.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he strode over, picked up her legs and held her delicate body tightly in his arms.

She placed her head against his heart, closed her eyes, and tears fell silently.

At night.

She lay soundlessly on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Xie Yunji slept in the outer room. There was no bed in the outer room, only an eight-immortal couch, which was hard and narrow.

He sleeps there these days.

Song Nihuan knew that he must not be used to it, but he said nothing. He just endured it silently and fell asleep only after hearing her even breathing every night.

Song Nihuan sighed. She knew that this couldn’t go on any longer and this child must not be born.

If they had a child, she and him would be inseparable.

But the maids and servants protected her so well that she had to drink pregnancy-protecting medicine every day and someone was there to support her when she moved, sat or lay down. There was no chance for her to give up the child.

The night was as thick as ink, and Song Nihuan's mind was working rapidly.

Xie Yunji heard her sigh and asked, "What's wrong? Can't sleep or are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When he didn't hear her response, he stood up and walked over.

Song Nihuan turned sideways to look at him, and clearly saw his love for her in his eyes.

She felt an indescribable complex feeling in her heart, resentment, grievance, and regret.

What is true?

He obviously loved her, so why did he lie to her? Why did he do those things to force the two of them into their current situation?

Xie Yunji sat beside the bed, his expression obviously nervous and anxious. He leaned over and held her hand, saying gently, "Do you have a stomachache or are you feeling nauseous again..."

Before she could finish her words, she reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him down, and blocked his lips.

Xie Yunji paused, his body stiffened, and the next moment he hugged her tightly, responding to her kiss predatoryly.

She hadn't let him get close to her for a long time...

Xie Yunji closed his eyes, immersed in her scent. Her kiss seemed to vent his hatred. He let her do whatever she wanted, even until she bit him hard in the end.

Although he was clearly hurt by her bite, he was actually really happy in his heart.

She stopped panting and met his eyes full of joy. Her numb heart, which was already aching, felt a twinge again.

He stroked her long hair, coaxing her like a child, and murmured, "Ni Huan, don't be angry, be good, and forgive me."

She didn't say anything, and her delicate kisses slid from his high nose bridge, lips, to his delicate collarbone.

Xie Yunji's hot breath covered him, and her intimacy with him gave him a long-lost throbbing sensation, even a dizzy feeling of happiness. His breathing became disordered, and he pressed her against the head of the bed, his warm fingertips brushing across the familiar area.

She reached out and touched the scar on his chest, and didn't stop there, but also untied the tie of his underwear.

Xie Yunji suddenly shuddered, as if waking up from a dream. He held her hand and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't hook me. Not now... Your pregnancy is unstable now."

His Adam's apple rolled and he steadied his disordered breathing, "Ni Huan, Ni Huan... I love you."

In the night, her eyes were deep, her flushed face was strange, and her bewitching voice made people's hearts palpitate in the darkness, "Love me, want me."

His breath paused. She didn't know how devastating these words were to him.

He lowered his head and bit her lips, his whole body was in a mess, and he kept pestering her for a long time, torturing himself to the point of about exploding, but he still didn't dare to touch her.

This child was hard-earned, he cannot be willful.

"Can't I just do it gently and lightly?" She pestered him and continued to seduce him.

Xie Yunji had a heart-beatingly gentle smile on his face. He looked at her. The light in the tent was dim. Maybe it was because of her pregnancy, her skin was so good that it seemed to be glowing, and her eyes were filled with affection for him again.

He restrained himself and only kissed her forehead, "Don't tease me, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Song Nihuan turned her back, and he hugged her from behind, with one hand covering her lower abdomen.

Her whole body was soft, and she was carrying his flesh and blood in her belly. Xie Yunji felt a softness and satisfaction he had never felt before in his heart. She loved him and forgave him. It was great.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her sleeping figure, his heart was agitated and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Xie Yunji thought that after such a night, their relationship would be eased and return to the sweet times they once had.

However, when he woke up from his sleep, he found that nothing had changed.

She still maintained that indifference, was unwilling to talk to him, and even physical contact seemed very reluctant.

Whenever the two were in the same room, a suffocating silence filled the air.

Another day passed, and a maid came to report that Song Nihuan had been asking for ice cups frequently recently.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xie Yunji asked.

The maid replied: "Pregnant women usually have difficulty with heat, especially in the summer, so this situation is normal."

"Give it to her, then," he said, without further thought.