Shang Ruyi coughed lightly and said in a voice as normal as possible, "I’m fine."
"Really don’t want to eat sothing?"
"No need, I... I’m not hungry."
To say she wasn’t hungry at all was a lie, but firstly, she really didn’t have the strength to move, and secondly, with those eye-catching finger marks and kiss marks on her body, Shang Ruyi dared not get up easily, fearing being seen would make her want to die—even though Wo Xue ca early in the morning to serve, judging by Yu Wenye’s leaving gaze, it seed she wasn’t entirely unaware.
Since she didn’t ntion it, Wo Xue had to play dumb.
Indeed, Wo Xue didn’t say much, only stepped forward to help tuck the quilt around Shang Ruyi and asked, "Then—"
Shang Ruyi hurriedly said, "You can go do your things. I’ll rest for a while, call you if I feel better."
"...Okay."
Wo Xue agreed, brewed a cup of hot tea placed it on the bedside table, then left.
Shang Ruyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed completely onto the bed, inwardly cursing Yu Wenye, who would ’kill without burying’. Wondering what the situation outside was, but before long, drowsiness surged like a tide, and she fell drowsily asleep again.
Only this ti, sleep wasn’t as cold as the night before; she truly felt like she was imrsed in warm spring waters, sleeping deeply and soundly.
Until that familiar presence approached once more.
It was initially warm, but as the heated presence drew near, it felt a bit too hot, causing a thin layer of sweat to erge, soaking her clothes and making them stick to her skin, feeling sowhat uncomfortable. Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but furrow her brow, murmuring "no" while instinctively trying to push away the increasingly scorching presence.
Then, her palm was held.
"Hmm?"
She jolted, and the helpless feeling of being confined last night, left at soone else’s rcy, rushed over her. Instantly, she opened her eyes and saw Yu Wenye, unbeknownst to when he returned, on the bed, lying next to her.
Once again, she was held in his arms.
Shang Ruyi panicked imdiately: "What are you doing!?"
Seeing her awake, shocked and afraid, instinctively pushing him away, Yu Wenye’s eyes, originally brimming with tenderness, squinted slightly, speaking in a dangerous tone: "What could I be doing?"
Saying this, he disregarded her struggles, and pulled her onto himself.
Though she had rested for most of the day and managed to gather so energy, when facing him, the little strength she had accumulated was not enough. Shang Ruyi didn’t make futile struggles; she lay over him, her cheeks reddened, their bodies tightly pressed, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, carrying her as though afloat in dappled waves.
Not too uncomfortable, either.
If he didn’t make more moves.
To avoid "lighting a fire", Shang Ruyi carefully eased her breath, forced herself to remain still. Seemingly noticing her cautiousness, Yu Wenye chuckled at the corners of his eyes and stopped making other moves, just holding her, their skin touching, breaths entangled.
After a while, Shang Ruyi’s heartbeat also cald down.
Seeing her cheeks still a bit flushed, her breath gentle, Yu Wenye softly asked, "Still uncomfortable?"
Shang Ruyi replied irritably, "What do you think?"
"..."
Despite her ill mood, Yu Wenye laughed anyway, extending a hand to her back, gently caressing the graceful lines, slick with sweat, making her skin feel even smoother, like soothing a ruffled cat.
Once she completely cald down, he asked, "So, I have to go to Jinyu Garden for seven days every month, right?"
"...!"
Shang Ruyi trembled slightly.
Actually, last night... she didn’t recall how many tis, but what this request wanted was not her answer.
But her attitude.
Shang Ruyi bit her lower lip: "Two days, that’s fine."
Hearing her say this, Yu Wenye smiled contentedly.
The laughter wasn’t loud, yet the chest vibrations transmitted every bit to Shang Ruyi’s body, proud, he also seriously said, "So, don’t provoke anymore, understand?"
"..."
"Otherwise, I’ll bully you."
"..."
"Then, even Shen Wuzheng can’t help you seek ’justice’."
Shang Ruyi’s face flushed again.
In the past, he was cold to her, even made wild guesses, Shen Wuzheng could still ask him, "Why are you bullying my little sister," but if it’s such a matter—
If Shen Wuzheng knows, then she’d rather not live!
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