In Yixiang Pavilion, only a small lamp was lit in the outer room, and the light inside the room was as dim as ever.
In such an environment, her back was just a hazy silhouette.
However, this hazy back exuded an indescribable charm and allure.
A sudden heat welled up in his chest. A sense of restlessness rose from the bottom of Ji Lingchuan's heart, surging in his chest and then spreading downwards. His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably up and down.
He found that at night, she could always easily arouse the passion hidden deep in his heart, making him forget all the feelings she had given him during the day.
Strangely enough, when they met during the day, she didn't give him a very good impression, and he couldn't muster any affection for her.
But at night, when she took off her clothes, just a glimpse of her back could easily arouse his strong desire to conquer and possess.
The woman seemed not to notice his arrival. She played with her long black hair, completely exposing her back to him.
Ji Lingchuan walked behind her and reached out to hold her slender waist.
His slightly cool fingertips brushed across her delicate skin. The indescribable electric shock made Song Yihuan's body tremble slightly. Then, like a boneless vine, she slumped into his arms, meowing like a cat, "My lord?"
The faint fragrance of apricot blossoms sneaked into his nose like a clever snake.
This fragrance was both as fresh as a newly bloomed apricot flower and as mellow as one in its late stage. The combination of the two scents produced a more wonderful reaction, making Ji Lingchuan's heart pound like a drum. He was on the verge of losing control.
When he came to his senses, his breathing became a bit heavier.
He raised his hand to hold her pitifully thin shoulders and kneaded them gently. He said in a deep voice,
"Does it still hurt?"
The man knew exactly how much strength to use. His slightly rough palm brushing across the woman's skin made Song Yihuan shiver. Soft moans that made one blush escaped from her lips and teeth. She was like a pool of spring water about to melt in his arms.
Hearing the sounds she made clearly, Song Yihuan felt so embarrassed that her cheeks burned.
It didn't hurt actually.
She guessed that Ji Lingchuan asked this way because her elder sister must have had an argument with him during the day and hurt her shoulder in the process.
She bit her lower lip tightly.
As if in a fit of pique, she turned around, pressed her face against his chest, and wrapped her arms around his strong waist, relying on his strength to steady herself.
Song Yihuan had learned ventriloquism from the actresses in the brothel. She imitated her elder sister's tone and voice, saying in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear,
"It hurts. But compared to the pain in my shoulder, I'm more worried that I might have annoyed my lord because of what happened during the day."
Thanks to Song Yihuan's deliberate imitation, her voice now sounded almost the same as Song Nanxin's.
Ji Lingchuan didn't suspect anything, but he didn't say a word either. He just used his fingers to explore the woman in his arms bit by bit, leading her to sink deeper and deeper.
How could Song Yihuan be a match for the man? Relying on the man's arm to support herself with difficulty, moans that made one's heart flutter escaped from her lips and teeth.
Biting her lower lip, Song Yihuan didn't want to be completely passive. Remembering the content on the fire - avoidance picture, she taught herself how to fight back, and her fingers began to move uncontrollably.
The tactile sensation from her fingertips made her even more aware of what a strong body the man in front of her had.
The skin on his chest and abdomen was very firm, and there were muscles everywhere on his body, showing how much power was hidden beneath.
Just as she was secretly amazed, her finger accidentally touched a certain place. Before she could react, she was suddenly picked up horizontally by the man and roughly thrown onto the bedding.
It was only the third time they had such an intimate encounter, but the man seemed to be already familiar with her every bit. Everything happened so quickly. She thought she would suffer a bit, but surprisingly, there was no discomfort like the previous two times.
And Ji Lingchuan could also clearly feel the change in the woman in his arms.
During the second time, although she had been very active on the surface, deep down she was still resisting him. But this time, she seemed to have completely gotten used to his presence and completely accepted everything about him.
It was only at this moment that Ji Lingchuan found that they were so compatible, and the secret desire in his heart became even clearer.
How he hoped that the woman in his arms was the one he had been searching for so hard for four years.
It seemed that he was punishing her for rashly barging into his study during the day, or perhaps venting the secret emotions in his heart. This time, Ji Lingchuan showed no mercy at all. He pressed down on the woman in his arms in the darkness and tortured her wantonly.
Song Yihuan didn't expect him to be so ruthless this time. She could only clutch the brocade quilt tightly so as not to feel as helpless as a floating duckweed in the wind and rain.
Fortunately, she was already familiar with him and had learned how to please him. All that was left was pleasure.
The swaying sounds didn't stop until the middle of the night.
Ji Lingchuan lifted the curtain by the bed and called for water. Song Yihuan deliberately turned her back to him to clean herself up, only wanting to leave this room after he left.
But unexpectedly, after changing his clothes, Ji Lingchuan didn't leave immediately like the previous two times. He sent the servants in the room away, had the only lamp in the room extinguished, then wrapped his arms around Song Yihuan's slender waist and lay back on the bed again.
Song Yihuan was held from behind by the man and lying on the broad bed. The man's breathing was right next to her ear, and the warm breath blew on her earlobe. This intimate action made Song Yihuan feel extremely uneasy, so she involuntarily moved a little.
The man tightened his grip a bit and finally said the first sentence of the night.
"Don't move, unless you want me to torture you again."
The woman in his arms really stopped moving and didn't dare to stir at all while leaning in his arms.
Ji Lingchuan was fully satisfied. The anger that had risen in his heart during the day because she had entered his study without permission had long since vanished.
At this moment, he unexpectedly found that after all the commotion, the fragrance on the woman in his arms not only didn't fade but became stronger.
Smelling the continuous fragrance of apricot blossoms coming from her hair, his chest gradually heated up, and that thought came up again.
Could that person be her?
The person behind her remained motionless, and Song Yihuan gradually relaxed. Not daring to forget her elder sister's instructions, Song Yihuan murmured softly, "My lord, I didn't mean to barge into your study during the day."
Ji Lingchuan said, "I don't blame you. It's my fault that I didn't make it clear to you in advance."
Song Yihuan remembered that her elder sister also asked her to probe what was in the so - called "black wooden box". Worried that speaking randomly would arouse Ji Lingchuan's suspicion, she pondered for a while and said,
"I promise I won't touch my lord's private belongings randomly next time."
She always remembered that she wasn't Song Nanxin. Using ventriloquism to imitate her elder sister, she softened her tone to the extreme.
Ji Lingchuan was lost in thought and didn't notice any difference. He probed, "That wooden box is really very important to me. Inside it is an old item left by an old friend."
Song Yihuan: "An old friend?"