Shock still lingered in Qu Yue's bright eyes as she obediently answered his question, "I didn't..."
Her sweet voice trembled as if she were about to burst into tears any second.
Wen Wuyou's hand with the folding fan paused. The woman seemed truly terrified by him, her small face as pale as a sheet.
But he knew she was lying.
She clearly... last night!
Remembering that charming scene, an inexplicable anger welled up in Wen Wuyou's heart. He snapped his fan shut and took a step closer to Qu Yue, "Didn't you?"
The threatening question made Qu Yue's legs go weak. She involuntarily stepped back until her back hit the wall and there was no way back.
However, Wen Wuyou had no intention of letting her go.
For every step Qu Yue took back, he took a step forward. When their toes touched, he could feel the woman's panicked and fearful breaths brushing against his face.
It was a faint fragrance of honeysuckle, refreshing and elegant, seeping into his lungs.
Following the scent, Wen Wuyou leaned in closer and lifted her small chin with the handle of his fan, "So scared. Have you done something wrong?"
Qu Yue was forced to tilt her head up. Her beautiful eyes were misty, but there was also a surge of anger welling up inside.
She thought she was glaring at Wen Wuyou fiercely, "Is it fun for Young Master Wen to tease me like this?"
The angry beauty posed no threat at all. Two streams of clear tears slid down her fair cheeks after she regained her composure. The dried tear tracks at the corners of her eyes were tinged with thick red veins, making her look extremely pitiful.
Wen Wuyou was actually captivated by her.
His breathing grew slightly heavier, and an unusual ripple stirred in his heart.
But in an instant, he forced this feeling down, and a look of mockery flashed in his eyes, "Do you cry whenever someone teases you?"
His teeth couldn't help but ache. He viciously poked the handle of the fan under Qu Yue's chin, "Last night in Mu Yuan's tomb -"
Did you cry as beautifully then?
Wen Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed between his lips and teeth.
Qu Yue frowned in pain as the fan handle hit her chin. But this pain reminded her that this was a good opportunity to test Wen Wuyou.
She relaxed her brows, took a deep breath, and decided to take a risk, "Then... what about you?"
Her stuttering and timid question seemed to hang on the edge of a cliff. A couple of teardrops gathered on her long, feathery eyelashes but didn't fall. She closed her eyes uncomfortably.
Just as the teardrops were about to roll down, Wen Wuyou involuntarily reached out and pressed his fingertip against the tear.
He caught the tear and rubbed it between his fingertips. His dark pupils gradually dimmed, "I never thought the Crown Prince's Consort would be so prone to crying."
After wiping away the tear, Wen Wuyou still wasn't satisfied. He reached out and poked under her eye, "I really didn't expect you to be so deeply in love with Mu Yuan."
Qu Yue was so focused on not revealing her secret that she didn't notice the hint of jealousy in his words at all.
She thought it was a compliment and nodded, "I'm originally the Crown Prince's Consort."
After she said that, she suddenly realized that Wen Wuyou had just mocked her for this.
She quickly added, "It counts even if I came here on my own."
She spoke so quickly that she almost bit her tongue.
Wen Wuyou noticed her strange way of enunciating and slowly moved his fingertip down until it stopped on her glistening lips.
Qu Yue thought he was going to pull out her tongue. Before she could even scream, a strange tingling sensation spread across her lips.
Wen Wuyou was messing with her mouth.
His warm fingertips were extremely gentle with each stroke. Occasionally, they would accidentally slip into her mouth, pressing against her white teeth and the soft flesh of her lips, looking extremely charming.
Even the slow - witted Qu Yue could sense something was wrong by now.
She let out a whimper and turned her head to avoid him, "Stop messing with me!"
Wen Wuyou's hand hovered in the air for a few seconds. The fragrance from the woman's mouth still lingered on it, "Such a stubborn mouth."
Qu Yue, who had been asked a question but hadn't answered and was now mocked: "..."
She didn't dare to ask again, but she was afraid that Wen Wuyou would notice something was wrong and send her to be drowned. She blinked her eyes, "I was sleeping in my room last night. I'm not being stubborn."
Wen Wuyou retracted his hand, "Are you tough - fated? Are you afraid of death?"
Qu Yue knew what he meant.
She had heard the conversation between Mu Wang and Lady Song just now, and Wen Wuyou must have heard it too.
Just thinking about being forced to be buried alive and having no way to stop it, Qu Yue's eyes involuntarily turned red with anxiety.
Remembering that the man in front of her had said he would help her, she nodded repeatedly, "I'm afraid."
Wen Wuyou opened his folding fan, "The hibiscus cakes you made on my birthday last time tasted quite good."
Qu Yue's mind was a bit slow, "Thank you?"
Weren't they talking about how to save her? Why was he bringing up food?
Wen Wuyou almost dropped his fan. He glanced at Qu Yue sideways, "When asking someone to do something, rewards are in order."
Qu Yue suddenly had an epiphany, "If I make hibiscus cakes for you, will you help me?"
Wen Wuyou gently waved his fan, "They have to be as good as the ones last time."
Hope shone in Qu Yue's eyes, "I'll go make them now!"
She was so overjoyed that she didn't even notice Wen Wuyou's ambiguous answer.
She even thought that although Wen Wuyou's behavior was a bit flirtatious, he was still a just person.
"Lady Song's courtyard has a back door." Qu Yue pointed in the opposite direction of the main entrance, "General Wen, let's go that way together."
Otherwise, if he swaggered out through the main entrance and ran into Lady Song, he might be questioned.
It would be bad if they started talking about her.
Seeing that he didn't refuse, Qu Yue took the lead to guide the way.
But she temporarily forgot about the injury on her foot. When she took a step, she didn't control her strength well. A sharp pain spread from her ankle, and her slender body swayed. She almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Wen Wuyou behind her was quick - witted and caught her in time, "Did you sprain your foot, Yue'er?"
Qu Yue steadied herself with his support, "Yes, it's okay."
She withdrew her hand and led the man out of Lady Song's courtyard skillfully.
Once they stepped out of the courtyard gate, Qu Yue finally felt relieved.
She stretched her body and took a deep breath. A comfortable smile bloomed on her peach - blossom - like face.
Wen Wuyou said meaningfully, "I didn't expect Yue'er to know this path."
Qu Yue's hand that was stretching in the air froze. She turned her head and smiled at him unnaturally, "I used to like to stroll around the Mu Mansion a lot."
A hint of coldness spread from the corners of Wen Wuyou's upturned eyes, "You're a bad liar."
"..."
"Looks like you don't even know it yourself." He got closer to Qu Yue and squatted down to look at her at eye level.
The woman's darting eyes made her thin eyelids tremble. Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered uneasily like butterfly wings.
Wen Wuyou maliciously exposed her, "When you lie, you don't like to look at people."
"This... this has nothing to do with General Wen, does it?" Qu Yue stiffly put down her limbs, and her breathing became obviously disordered.
The side door of Lady Song's courtyard hadn't been open before.
But after Qu Yue got married, Lady Song thought it was embarrassing for her to enter through the main entrance. At the same time, to put pressure on her, she had the side door opened especially for her.
Qu Yue didn't know why, but she subconsciously didn't want to mention anything about her status in front of Wen Wuyou.
She didn't want to be laughed at by him again.
However, the words "has nothing to do" seemed like a spell that hit right between Wen Wuyou's eyebrows.
Yes.
She was just his brother's half - married wife. What did she have to do with him?
The tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and the movement of turning the fan in his hand suddenly sped up a bit.
Indifference spread in Wen Wuyou's eyes. He smiled faintly, "You're so decisive. I should be sad."