Song Ruotang understood, so she was prepared.
Pei Zhiyan also knew what she meant. He turned around, pulled her into his arms, and found her lips with his, kissing her deeply.
The spring water rippled. Song Ruotang, limp in Pei Zhiyan's arms, felt his kiss on her cheek. He whispered tenderly, "I'll be careful."
The pool water churned with circles of ripples. The lotus - pink bathrobe on Song Ruotang fluttered more vigorously in the water, like a flower bud unfolding in the storm, blooming with the beauty of a Chinese flowering crabapple.
Even her fair skin was tinged with a faint pink.
The night breeze blew. Candle shadows danced all around, and the light gauze fluttered gently. The gurgling sound of the spring water mingled with the soft gasps, weaving an ambiguous melody...
Song Ruotang didn't know when she got out of the water last night. When she woke up again, it was already morning the next day.
Pei Zhiyan was lying beside her, holding her in his arms. She moved slightly, but her body was extremely weak. The dull pain in her legs made her take a sharp breath, and she endured it without crying out.
Although the pool water had provided some relief last night, it was still her first time, and she was a bit overwhelmed...
Her movement woke Pei Zhiyan. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Ruotang's pained expression. His drowsiness disappeared immediately. He frowned slightly, propped himself up on one elbow, and looked at her nervously. "A Tang, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Song Ruotang moved her lips but didn't say anything in the end. She just gave him a resentful look.
Pei Zhiyan then realized why Song Ruotang was uncomfortable. He pursed his lips slightly, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her back. "I'm sorry. I've made you suffer."
Song Ruotang leaned in Pei Zhiyan's arms without saying a word. After he patted her a few times, he said, "Let me rub it for you."
With that, before Song Ruotang could react, Pei Zhiyan laid her flat on the couch. He sat beside her and reached out to stroke her back.
The calloused fingers touching her back made Song Ruotang tremble slightly. Scenes of last night's passion instantly flashed through her mind. At that time, Pei Zhiyan was also like this...
Pei Zhiyan stopped his action and whispered to comfort her, "Don't be afraid."
He gently massaged Song Ruotang's shoulders and neck, then moved down. His movements were gentle yet firm. Song Ruotang, who had been tense, gradually relaxed and enjoyed his massage.
Seeing her relax, Pei Zhiyan looked down at her slender waist wrapped in a layer of barely - visible light gauze. Her graceful figure was vaguely alluring. His eyes darkened. He leaned forward slightly and kissed the back of her neck.
Song Ruotang's body, which had just softened, tensed up immediately. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Pei Zhiyan. But the latter lifted his head from behind her neck and just kissed her cheek.
Song Ruotang was stunned for a moment. Pei Zhiyan curved his lips, let out a soft chuckle from his throat, and gently kissed her lips.
Song Ruotang opened her eyes slightly. She wanted to resist but it was too late. Pei Zhiyan turned her over and held her in his arms. His passionate kiss was so intense that she couldn't withstand it. He kissed her until her breath was in a mess and she went limp in his arms.
"Didn't you say you were going to massage me?" Song Ruotang gave Pei Zhiyan a reproachful look. Her face was still flushed, looking extremely cute.
Pei Zhiyan's eyebrows twitched slightly. He nodded. "Okay. I'll rub it for you again."
With that, he continued to rub Song Ruotang's aching waist. Song Ruotang relaxed again. Pei Zhiyan leaned close to her ear and asked softly while rubbing, "Does it feel good?"
"Um..." Song Ruotang nodded slightly but didn't notice Pei Zhiyan's hand moving down until it touched a sensitive area. Just as she was about to speak, Pei Zhiyan covered her lips with his.
Song Ruotang stared at him with her almond - shaped eyes and made her last resistance. "You're cheating..."
The rest of her words were drowned in Pei Zhiyan's kiss.
She was forced to go through another round...
It was not until evening that Song Ruotang woke up again. She moved her legs and felt extremely sore. She turned her head resentfully and saw that Pei Zhiyan wasn't beside her.
Song Ruotang reached out and touched the empty space beside her. The quilt was cold. It seemed that he had been up for a while.
She let out a sigh and tried to prop herself up to sit. The sun finally came out today. A ray of setting sun shone through the window, dyeing the bed curtain orange.
As soon as Song Ruotang sat up, the brocade quilt slipped to her waist. A chill hit her, making her shiver involuntarily. She pulled the quilt up to her neck.
The door was pushed open. Pei Zhiyan walked in steadily. He looked up and met Song Ruotang's eyes. The coldness in his eyes instantly melted like frost and snow, replaced by warmth.
"I've asked someone to cook some porridge. Lie down for a while longer." Pei Zhiyan sat down beside the couch, helped Song Ruotang tuck in the quilt, and said gently.
Song Ruotang gave a soft snort. "I've been lying down for too long. I don't want to lie anymore."
Pei Zhiyan pulled her into his arms and let her lean on his chest. Hearing her words, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. "Do you want to get up?"
Song Ruotang nodded. Although her body was a bit weak, she had been lying for so long that her head was a bit dizzy.
"All right."
Pei Zhiyan gently placed her against the couch and turned to pick up the clothes on the wooden rack beside to dress Song Ruotang. Only then did Song Ruotang realize that she was completely naked.
Watching Pei Zhiyan dressing her skillfully, Song Ruotang's face blushed instantly. She lowered her eyelashes and asked in a small voice, "Last night, you didn't bring me back like this, did you?"
Pei Zhiyan's hand tying the belt paused. He looked up at her. Song Ruotang's face was full of tentative uneasiness, which made him suddenly want to tease her.
"Otherwise?" Pei Zhiyan smiled faintly. Song Ruotang's heart sank. She covered her burning face with her hands, not daring to imagine what kind of scene it was when Pei Zhiyan brought her back like this last night.
Seeing Song Ruotang covering her face shyly, Pei Zhiyan leaned closer to her and whispered, "What are you shy about? We're husband and wife. Everyone in the mansion knows about it."
But Song Ruotang ignored him. Seeing that she was extremely shy, Pei Zhiyan stopped teasing her. He took her slender hand away. "All right. Don't be angry. No one saw us when we came back last night."
"Really?" The corners of Song Ruotang's eyes were red. She stared at him eagerly with big eyes. Pei Zhiyan lowered his eyelashes slightly and nodded. "Really."
Seeing his serious expression, Song Ruotang thought he should not be lying. She finally let out a sigh of relief. She clenched her pink fist and punched him in the chest a few times, scolding, "Well, you, the great magistrate of the Supreme Court, actually lie to deceive a weak woman like me. You're just bullying me..."
Pei Zhiyan grabbed her fist and coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay. I'll make amends. Don't be naughty, A Tang."
He put his hand on Song Ruotang's waist and sighed. "Be careful."
At this time, Xiaoxi pushed the door open. There were a group of maids carrying dishes behind her. After they set the table, Pei Zhiyan asked Xiaoxi and the others to leave.
Song Ruotang was just about to get off the couch and stand up when her legs went weak. She almost knelt down. Fortunately, Pei Zhiyan was beside her and supported her, preventing her from falling.