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

She nodded woodenly, and when she stood up, tears suddenly fell, flashed on the back of her fair hand and then disappeared.

Xie Yunji turned his head away and pretended not to see it, but he couldn't bear it and said, "It's cold outside and you're not wearing shoes. You can rest here. I'll go sleep somewhere else."

Before she finished her words, she turned her face away, shook her head, and walked out as if escaping.

Not long after Song Nihuan left, Xie Ming came back.

Candles had been lit in the study, and rice paper was spread on the table. However, Xie Yunji was still holding the brush, but he had not started writing for a long time. When he saw Xie Ming coming back, Xie Yunji clenched his bony hands, waiting for his reply.

In fact, he had already prepared himself for Song Nihuan to feel wronged, but when he really heard Xie Ming say, "The young lady didn't want to ride in the sedan chair, she ran back and cried all the way..."

In an instant, that familiar feeling of pain came back, as if my heart was being tightened by a thin and sharp thread.

He couldn't help but imagine her crying...a distraught figure.

Xie Yunji finally threw down his pen.

For someone like Xie Ming who serves closely, a tacit understanding between master and servant has already been formed.

Xie Ming said: "Sir, do you want to go and see the young lady? It's cold on a snowy night, it would be bad if the young lady got sick.

……

After returning to Liufengyuan, Song Nihuan forced herself to fall asleep quickly, curling up tightly into a ball.

I didn't feel cold when I went there, but when I came back, I waded through the snow and it was so cold on the bluestone road.

She seemed to be falling into a dream in a daze. The cool scent of sandalwood mixed with the fragrance of books hit her, and a pair of cool hands reached into her quilt.

When Xie Yunji came in, he saw her lying on her side on the bed, her brows were furrowed, with tears in the corners of her eyes, her long black hair was scattered in a messy manner on her chest, her little face was pale, and her loose undergarments wrapped her thin and petite body, making her look extremely pitiful.

He blew out the candle and lay down beside her. She was as cold as ice. He reached out and held her in his arms, but she struggled in the darkness.

"It's me," he said.

"I know." She became angry and pushed him hard.

Although Xie Yunji is a scholar, he is not a weak person. Song Nihuan's strength is nothing to him.

But he grabbed her wrist, so she kicked him.

"It hurts." He gasped in the darkness.

She froze, not daring to move, as she couldn't bear to really hurt him.

He held her tightly in his arms and whispered, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have...it's my fault."

She said nothing, hiding her face in his arms, her whole body silent.

He stood up and tried to get her a hot water bottle to keep her warm.

Song Nihuan thought he was going to leave, so she reached out to hook his neck and pestered him, "Don't go..."

He was stunned. Most of his previous anger and grievance had actually dissipated, and the rest also disappeared with her words.

He couldn't figure out why she was like this, whether she was trying to please him on purpose, and he didn't want to care about it.

The fragmented moonlight made Xie Yunji's eyes look even gentler. He hugged her and held her cold hands against his skin.

"No, it's cold." She tried to pull her hand away.

"It's not cold, I'm not afraid." He said indifferently, pulling her hand and pressing it against his chest, "You touch it, it's warm."

Skin against skin, the heat from the man's body gradually warmed her up.

"Don't go." She said again worriedly.

He kissed her eyebrows and eyes carefully, kissed the wet tears in the corners of her eyes, and murmured: "No, I won't leave. I just wanted to get you a hot water bottle."

He didn't expect her to be like this.

I didn't expect to miss him.

He was really out of his mind. How could he ignore her for so many days?

When did he become such a stingy person...

In the darkness, he whispered in her ear: "I miss you so much, Ni Huan."

Her ears felt numb and tingling. She tried her best to hold back her tears and grievances, and whispered, "Then why didn't you come to see me? Why did you ignore me?"

He held her in his arms tightly, "I was wrong."

She rested her face on his broad chest, tears finally falling, as if to pour out the grievances and thoughts of the past few days, "You have been sleeping in the study since the wedding night, which means you are not satisfied with this marriage and me... If that's the case, why did you agree to marry me in the first place?"

She simply blurted out everything: "I told you long ago that we are not a good match, but you still won't let me go and treat me so well. As time goes by, I can't bear to leave you, but you keep ignoring me. Are you teasing me all along? How could I fall in love with someone like you!"

He was stunned, his mind buzzed, and after a brief moment of absence, a smile like spring water melting ice appeared on his face, and he asked in disbelief, "You... like me?"

She looked at him as if he were a fool, and said angrily: "Why would I marry you if I don't like you? Is it for the power of the Xie family? If so, I wouldn't have said I wanted to leave in the first place..."

This liking and love is cultivated day by day.

"Woo!"

Her mouth was blocked by Xie Yunji's warm lips, and she couldn't continue speaking.

In the darkness, the two figures in the tent pressed tightly together, their lips and teeth entangled, Xie Yunji murmured: "I treat you sincerely, and you treat me sincerely, okay?"

She nodded heavily, but worried that he couldn't see in the dark, and said, "Okay, of course I am sincere to you..."

There was her shadow and lingering affection in his eyes.

How nice, she likes him.

There was no one else between them.

He kissed her non-stop, gently and attentively, his hands sliding along her slender curves. His senses were even more acute in the darkness, and the softness of her flesh drove him almost crazy, until their breathing became increasingly disordered, and Song Nihuan suddenly woke up and held down his hand that was unbuttoning her clothes.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you unwilling?"

She was already his wife, and he could possess her openly.

The things that didn’t happen on the wedding night can be made up for now, but it’s a bit of a pity that there are no brand new bedding and red candles with dragon and phoenix patterns.

But it doesn't matter, he will make it up to her tenfold, a hundredfold.

Song Nihuan's red lips were slightly swollen, and her face was still flushed. She panted slightly: "I, my period came two days ago."

He frowned in the dark and placed his warm palm on her abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurt when I first came, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

He kissed her forehead and held her tighter in his arms.

He told himself in his heart that he would never ignore her like this again, but when the words came out of his mouth, they turned into: "Go to sleep."

He thought that he should leave some room and not let her know how much he liked her.

In the darkness of the night, Song Nihuan kept her eyes open in his arms for a long time. His eyes were so beautiful, and his breath surrounded her tightly. How wonderful it was.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she muttered something in her sleep.

Xie Yunji lowered her head and listened carefully. She said, "Xie Yunji, I like you, very much."

He froze and hugged her tighter.