Song Ruotang also had her speculations. Since Liu'er had an affair with a man outside, she dared not be sure if it was something contagious. But now that the situation had arisen, she was even more suspicious of her conjecture.
Pei Zhiyan poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Song Ruotang. Seeing her with her head down, he was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Song Ruotang hesitated for a moment. Pei Zhiyan saw that she seemed to have something on her mind. Thinking that she was worrying about Liu'er, he walked up to her and pulled her into his arms. "A Tang, I'll send a few maids to you tomorrow. If Du Lingxuan dares to be rough on you again in the future, you'll have someone to help you."
Song Ruotang thought about it and also thought it was feasible. But what she was worried about was not Du Lingxuan's bullying.
She raised her eyes and finally decided to voice her speculation. "Actually, I felt there was something wrong with the porridge Liu'er asked the kitchen to make that day."
Pei Zhiyan paused in his movements and turned to look at her. "What do you mean?"
"She brought the porridge to me by herself that day and then kept urging me to drink it." Song Ruotang recalled the scene at that time and shook her head helplessly. "I originally thought she was deliberately making things difficult for me by asking me to drink the unpalatable porridge. But her resistance when you asked her to drink it later made me think that she must have tampered with it."
Song Ruotang picked up the teacup and took a sip. "She asked for leave the next day."
After listening to her, Pei Zhiyan's eyes darkened. "So, she is really quite suspicious."
He stood up, walked to a table in front of the window, picked up a pen and wrote down all the details.
Song Ruotang knew that Pei Zhiyan understood what she meant, so she didn't say more. After wrestling with that Taoist priest today, now that she had said what was important, she only felt some pain in her body and was overcome with tiredness.
After Pei Zhiyan finished writing and put down the pen, he turned around and saw Song Ruotang propping her cheek with one hand, her long eyelashes hanging low, dyed with a golden halo under the candlelight.
Her eyelashes fluttered with her breathing. Pei Zhiyan didn't want to wake her up. He tiptoed up to her and held her swaying body in his arms.
Smelling the familiar scent, Song Ruotang seemed to feel much more at ease. Her whole body relaxed. Taking the opportunity, Pei Zhiyan gently picked her up and walked towards the couch.
Song Ruotang was probably too tired. She didn't wake up even when she was placed on the couch. She just turned over and let Pei Zhiyan cover her with the quilt.
Pei Zhiyan also took off his outer coat and lay down beside her. Song Ruotang then burrowed into his arms.
Probably because the weather was still a bit cold. Pei Zhiyan looked at Song Ruotang huddled in his arms, raised his hand and gently stroked her face, on which there was still a swollen copper coin mark.
Emotions welled up in his eyes and killing intent surged. He couldn't even imagine how helpless Song Ruotang would be if he hadn't come back, and how arrogant Du Lingxuan would be.
Seemingly touched on the wound, Song Ruotang frowned and moved, rubbing against his palm like a kitten. Pei Zhiyan's originally cold eyes instantly rippled. The coldness melted into water, and he stared deeply at Song Ruotang's face.
After a long time, he gently kissed the wound on Song Ruotang's face, a bit carefully and a bit devoutly.
When he pulled away from Song Ruotang's face, he found that she was already awake. Song Ruotang blinked her eyes, and her long curly eyelashes fluttered like a flying butterfly.
There was a bit of surprise and shyness in her eyes. Her voice was a bit soft from just waking up. "Zhiyan, you..."
"Did I wake you up?" Pei Zhiyan pulled the corner of the quilt. His voice was a bit soft. "Sorry."
Song Ruotang shook her head. "No, I just woke up suddenly."
Pei Zhiyan hugged her tighter. Looking at her red lips opening and closing, his eyes darkened. Song Ruotang felt a bit embarrassed under his burning gaze, and the tips of her ears uncontrollably turned red.
She lowered her head, not wanting Pei Zhiyan to see her shy look. But with the flickering candlelight, she didn't know that her appearance was unconsciously alluring.
Pei Zhiyan gently lifted Song Ruotang's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His deep voice was full of charm. "Why don't you look at me?"
Song Ruotang suddenly blushed. Since she entered the Pei Mansion, the two of them had only been intimate on their wedding night. Now, Pei Zhiyan's charming voice immediately brought Song Ruotang's thoughts back to the amorous feelings of that night.
Pei Zhiyan looked at her blushing face and felt all the impulses he had been suppressing rush out. Without waiting for Song Ruotang to answer, he directly kissed her lips.
The soft touch made him unable to stop. He just wanted to take more.
Song Ruotang couldn't bear his fierce kiss. Her slender fingers pressed against his chest, but she couldn't shake him at all. Instead, it further aroused Pei Zhiyan's desire.
I don't know how long it had passed. When Song Ruotang felt that her air was almost exhausted, Pei Zhiyan finally let go of her lips. She instinctively wanted to take a big breath, but a highly charming gasp came from the depths of her throat, which even stunned herself.
But she didn't have the strength to cover her hot face with the quilt. She only felt Pei Zhiyan's breathing getting heavier. Song Ruotang grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly while she was held in Pei Zhiyan's arms. The two of them were breathing on each other, and it seemed that they would ignite the dry firewood in the next second.
The quiet room was filled with the breathing sounds of the two of them. Song Ruotang gently bit her lip and closed her eyes resignedly. Pei Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, with a smile in his eyes. He kissed Song Ruotang's lips. "A Tang, do you agree?"
Song Ruotang only felt her face burning hot. She didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid that if she saw Pei Zhiyan's eyes, she would look embarrassed again. She didn't say a word, feeling too shy to speak.
But Pei Zhiyan understood her. His hand groped for Song Ruotang's belt and gently tugged. Her clothes fell apart.
Song Ruotang felt her heart beating faster. She simply kept her eyes closed and let Pei Zhiyan take off her outer clothes.
After Pei Zhiyan put her outer clothes aside, he saw that she was still like a piece of fish on a chopping board, looking like she was at his mercy. He couldn't help but find it a bit funny.
But a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and a little thought of teasing emerged.
Pei Zhiyan leaned close to Song Ruotang and whispered in her ear, "A Tang, why don't you look at me?"
Song Ruotang was nervous. She gently pursed her lips and felt Pei Zhiyan kiss her face, but he didn't move for a long time.
Song Ruotang opened her eyes a bit puzzled and saw Pei Zhiyan smiling at her. He had taken off his outer coat, and his inner clothes were a bit messy, faintly showing his strong chest muscles.
Song Ruotang shyly shifted her gaze and whispered, "You... aren't you going to continue?"
Pei Zhiyan let out a soft laugh. Before Song Ruotang could ask her question, he had already kissed her lips.
"A Tang, I'm so happy." Pei Zhiyan hugged her, his lips rubbing against hers gently. The tenderness and smile in his eyes intertwined, reflecting the candlelight like embracing the stars.
Song Ruotang nestled in his arms. Pei Zhiyan just held her and didn't make any further moves. She heard Pei Zhiyan whisper, "You fought with that Taoist priest today and got injured. I feel so heart - ache. How could I bear to let you suffer more?"