"Yes," Fei Cui quickly agreed.
She went to fetch a cotton quilt from the room and was about to spread it on Xie Ruotong’s bed.
"I ant, to make a bed on the floor."
"But there are no spare quilts left in the room. Just a few days ago, the lady had the servants take them away, claiming they were needed elsewhere," Fei Cui hastily explained.
Song Yanqing knew without thinking that it was his mother’s prior arrangent.
"The bed is big, one person per quilt, we will not touch each other," Xie Ruotong said indifferently, "It is late tonight, my lord, you should rest early, you have to attend the early court tomorrow."
Song Yanqing resisted.
Ultimately, he consented silently.
Xie Ruotong slept inside the bed.
With her back to Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing slept on the outside, also with his back to Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong’s room was very warm.
The candlelight dimd at this mont, passing through the gauze, it inexplicably evoked a mix of emotions.
He had just been outside in the cold, and his body had cooled down.
Now in the warmth of the blankets, it felt slightly feverish again.
Song Yanqing sighed.
Struggling to close his eyes to sleep.
His eyes suddenly tightened.
He suddenly noticed a small piece of fabric hanging on the screen outside the bed.
Upon closer inspection, he recognized it as a red bellyband.
The bright color blurred Song Yanqing’s eyes.
Many images suddenly surfaced in his mind, then abruptly made him feel cold.
When had his physical desires beco so strong?
At this mont, even Song Yanqing’s breathing grew heavy.
He thought changing rooms would allow him to sleep well.
But it seed, it only heightened the agony.
Song Yanqing eventually couldn’t resist, got out of bed.
Then he tore the bellyband off the screen.
Looking at it was troubling.
Looking at it led to wild thoughts.
Looking at it... he couldn’t help himself.
Just as he was about to throw it aside.
Xie Ruotong sat up from the bed, "My lord, what are you doing with my bellyband?"
Song Yanqing was sowhat embarrassed.
Through the weak candlelight, he saw Xie Ruotong’s soft body.
Xie Ruotong naturally wore very little while she slept.
The quilt naturally slid down to her waist, and her white nightgown, because of Xie Ruotong’s negligence, partly revealed her chest.
It seed like you could still see inside.
A bellyband exactly like the one in Song Yanqing’s hands, red.
Such a night.
Such an ardent night.
Song Yanqing’s vision blurred.
He got back into the bed.
Then, he pinned Xie Ruotong directly beneath him.
He gave himself no chance for regret.
He deeply kissed Xie Ruotong’s lips.
He had long wanted to do this.
The day Xie Ruotong got hurt feeding her dicine, Xie Ruotong’s soft lips often ca to mind.
At that ti, while feeding her, there were no distractions.
Afterward, however, he harbored fantasies.
Even to avoid caring too much, he deliberately treated her perfunctorily, forcing himself not to look at her.
Eventually.
He still succumbed.
Though his mind was clear.
Though he knew everything.
He still step by step, did what he did in the end.
In the room.
It quieted down.
Song Yanqing looked at Xie Ruotong, who had her back to him.
He saw the dense purple bruises on her back.
Even his first ti with Xie Ruilin, despite being hot-blooded, wasn’t as uncontrolled as tonight.
In the end, it even took him a long ti to calm down.
But when he finally cald down.
He felt a trace of guilt.
Naturally, he thought of Xie Ruilin.
Felt that he had wronged her.
He had broken a promise to her.
"I can not tell Xie Ruilin," in the quiet.
Xie Ruotong suddenly spoke.
Though facing away from Song Yanqing, she had not fallen asleep.
Song Yanqing... was not as polite and refined as he appeared to others.
So, the physical pain, prevented her from falling asleep easily.
"She will find out sooner or later," Song Yanqing said.
Such things can’t be hidden for long.
"Let’s sleep," Song Yanqing said lightly.
Then he clearly turned over, his back again to Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong slightly smiled.
Using this thod to retaliate against Xie Ruilin... it really was, hurting the enemy a thousand and hurting oneself eight hundred.
But since she has to contend with Xie Ruilin.
So sacrifices are inevitable.
After all.
Even if she and Song Yanqing ended in divorce, she would no longer be able to find a respectable family; in the eyes of others, she was already dishonored. So, why should she defend a chastity that could make Xie Ruilin as uncomfortable and sick as if she had swallowed a fly?
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