The sachet was the only thing on him that hadn't been soaked by the rain.
Song Wanchu stared blankly at his outstretched palm for a long while.
She was no stranger to this sachet. It had been on him ever since the day she married him.
Perhaps he had been wearing it even longer than she had been his wife.
She once stole the sachet while he was sound asleep to take a look.
The stitches were quite rough. What was embroidered on it was a asparagus fern, a pattern that many girls who had just started learning embroidery would stitch.
Although the lines were simple, the asparagus fern was embroidered crookedly. It didn't capture the elegance of bamboo at all; instead, it looked more like a grass.
It didn't seem like something a person of Liang Yuzhou's status would wear.
Yet Liang Yuzhou had cherished it for so many years.
Song Wanchu guessed that this sachet might have been given to him by Yu Huiyan in the early years.
In the early days of their marriage, she was deeply in love with this man. She regarded him as her husband for life and harbored the thought of competing with Yu Huiyan.
One passionate night, she took off the sachet and said with a half - joking and half - serious smile, "Second Master is really a nostalgic person."
Liang Yuzhou didn't deny it. He stared deeply at her, but his eyes seemed to pierce through her, searching for someone else.
After a long while, he asked, "Do you know what's inside?"
Song Wanchu had opened it before. There were several common medicinal herbs. Not being well - versed in medicine, she only recognized a few that were for reducing fever and dispelling cold.
"I don't really recognize them," she replied at that time.
Liang Yuzhou's eyes turned much colder. He took the sachet back from her hand.
"Although I'm nostalgic, I'm not as nostalgic as you."
Song Wanchu was stunned for a long time. She didn't understand his meaning and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
He lay down with his back to her. Although they were on the same couch, Song Wanchu felt that he was so far away.
Although she didn't know why he suddenly became cold, she was very sensitive to his mood swings at that time. Fearing to lose him, she lowered her stance.
"Your concubine will embroider a new one for Second Master. How about that?"
Her tone was gentle and carried a hint of cautious flattery.
All she got in response was Liang Yuzhou's cold back.
From that moment on, Song Wanchu knew that although Liang Yuzhou lusted after her body, his heart was tightly tied to Yu Huiyan.
That sachet was the carrier of his longing.
No matter how many new sachets she embroidered, she could never replace Yu Huiyan's affection.
But after three years, Liang Yuzhou knocked on her door on a rainy night and asked her for the very thing he had scorned before.
Song Wanchu thought he must be out of his mind.
"You've got the wrong person. Miss Yu should be very happy to embroider a new sachet for Second Master Liang."
"What you owe me has nothing to do with her!" Liang Yuzhou looked slightly angry.
Song Wanchu was already used to this look of his.
Whenever she mentioned Yu Huiyan, he was like a person whose forbidden area had been violated.
In his heart, she was not worthy to be compared with Yu Huiyan.
"Miss Yu will soon become Second Master's main wife. It's most appropriate for her to embroider a sachet, such an intimate item."
Her tone remained calm all the time, as if she was sincerely blessing them.
Liang Yuzhou frowned and stared at her charming yet cold eyes and eyebrows.
His face, wet from the rain, gradually turned cold.
"Song Wanchu, are you that eager to see me marry someone else?"
— Is it because if I marry someone else, you'll have an excuse to leave and go to Shi Luohan?
Song Wanchu looked up in surprise, staring at Liang Yuzhou in disbelief. She was so angry that she laughed.
Her laughter mixed with the sound of the rain, becoming even more desolate. As she laughed, she didn't even notice when her voice was tinged with sobs.
How could Liang Yuzhou have the nerve to ask her such a question?
Wasn't it he who had been hinting that he would drive her out of the house to make room for Yu Huiyan?
The whole world had wronged her, blamed her, and called her a scheming woman who had stolen someone else's love.
Even he had to step on her, adding salt to her already bleeding wound.
She wanted to roar and refute, but as soon as she opened her mouth, only sobs came out.
Looking at the tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes, Liang Yuzhou felt a tightness in his chest. It was very uncomfortable.
It was he who had been played for three years. What was she complaining about?
She didn't remember her own embroidery, couldn't recognize the herbs she had picked, and even forgot the promise to marry him.
Now she was so stingy that she didn't even want to give him a small sachet!
"Liang Yuzhou, get out!"
She pushed Liang Yuzhou with all her might.
He was highly skilled in martial arts, with profound internal energy and a particularly stable lower body. Song Wanchu's strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree to him. He didn't even budge.
Instead of driving him away, he became even more insolent. He picked her up horizontally and carried her into the house.
Liang Yuzhou's possessiveness towards her reached its peak at this moment.
She was only wearing her nightgown, and Liang Yuzhou's wet clothes quickly soaked through the soft and thin fabric.
The clothes were cold, but his body was hot. After the brief coolness dissipated, the heat from the man's body kept coming.
By the time Song Wanchu realized what Liang Yuzhou was about to do, she had already been pressed down on the couch by him.
He was tall and straight. With one hand, he easily grasped her wrists. No matter how she struggled and kicked, she couldn't move him an inch.
He even had the leisure to take off his wet clothes.
"You're crazy. Let me go!"
This was her boudoir. How dare he!
After struggling for a long time, Song Wanchu was already a bit weak. But she didn't even dare to shout out loudly. Wen was worried that she might have a high fever after getting caught in the rain, so she was staying in the room next to hers. Nanzhi and Suyue were also just a wall away.
Liang Yuzhou didn't let go. Her whole body was forced to be tightly pressed against his. Without the barrier of clothes, she could clearly feel the man's strong chest and powerful heartbeat.
Her heart also started to beat wildly.
Her body trembled continuously due to the man's provocation. Her sobbing cries were somehow tinged with a sweet taste, which made the man breathe heavily and act even more wantonly on her body.
Liang Yuzhou kissed her lips. Ignoring her dodging, he chased after her lips and tongue, extremely overbearing.
Song Wanchu's clothes were already in a mess. Her fair and delicate shoulders were exposed, and fine beads of sweat kept appearing on her forehead.
The more she struggled, the more excited Liang Yuzhou became.
This body had an instinctive reaction to him, and she couldn't refuse him soberly.
The rain finally stopped in the second half of the night.
Song Wanchu couldn't see her own flushed and intoxicated face. She was thrown up to the clouds and then fell back down. She panted slightly, like a crabapple flower after a night of spring breeze.
The satisfied man let out a soft laugh. His warm fingers pinched her chin, and he kissed her red lips.
Just now, she had desperately bitten her lips to suppress the moans, and her lips were a bit broken.
There was a faint taste of blood in Liang Yuzhou's mouth.
"Are you satisfied, Second Madame Liang?"
Perhaps because both his body and mind were greatly satisfied, the way Liang Yuzhou said "Second Madame Liang" had a lingering and charming tail - tone.
Song Wanchu's whole body was as soft as cotton. She no longer had the strength to push him away. She could only look at him with a resentful look.
She didn't understand. Yu Huiyan was about to marry him soon. Their childhood love was finally going to have a happy ending. Why did he still have the mind to entangle her?
After holding back for dozens of days and finally releasing his desires to his heart's content, Liang Yuzhou was in a much better mood. He lazily picked up the sachet and waved it in front of her.
"Look, the stitches are broken. You said you would embroider a new one for me three years ago, but you still haven't given it to me."
"Let the person who embroidered it mend it."
Feeling embarrassed, Song Wanchu turned around with her back to him.
The relationship between the two, which was already on the verge of collapse, shouldn't have been so intimate.
"Then I didn't get the wrong person."
Liang Yuzhou propped his head up with one arm and looked at her leisurely. "Do you really have a bad memory, or do you just not want to admit that you embroidered such an ugly sachet, Second Madame Liang?"