The moon hangs in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

In the bath, Xie Mingting sat motionless in the bathtub like an old monk sitting still, and the boiling heat in his body was temporarily cooled by the cold water.

The sweat on his face was dry and wet and dry, and he looked at the water with a blank face that shook his shadow.

Hesitantly, he stretched out his hand, his five fingers were slender, as clear as white jade.

At first touch, it touched the water, but it was retracted.

No way.

Too dirty.

There was still a battle between heaven and man in his head, and a voice faintly sounded outside the door: "Where is Lang Jun?" ”

It's Gu Zhiyin who is back.

He hastily came back to his senses, got up from the water and stepped out of the tub, took a towel and wiped his clothes.

Outside the house, the maids replied shyly: "Mrs. Hui, the second son is in the bathroom." ”

It's no wonder that they are ashamed, it's the first time they've seen such a big man, like a raging beast, clearly dressed neatly, but people have weak legs when they see it.

Zhiyin was a little stunned.

Tonight is a palace banquet, she has to socialize with her mother-in-law, so she delayed in the palace for a while before coming back, and she is strange that she has lost her husband, but she sees a candle in the bath.

How could Lang Jun use this bath? He seldom entered the house since she was married, and he opened another room on the west wing side as a bathroom, and would rather go near and far than use this one.

At first, she felt that he was so distant that he seemed to be deliberately avoiding suspicion, but why was he willing tonight?

This was his room, and she couldn't blame him for occupying the magpie's nest, but she felt strange, and entered the room with the faint heat on her face with a fan of her hand.

Fang just drank some sweet wine at the banquet, and the cold wind blew all the way back and it didn't get better.

In the next moment, the door of the bath opened, and Xie Mingting walked out.

He had changed into his sleeping clothes, and his eyes were as thick as the heavy ink color of the sky before the mountain rain was about to come, and Zhiyin looked at him suspiciously.

She was keenly aware that something seemed wrong with him tonight.

He was like a handful of walking lava, and she couldn't tell why, but she felt something surging in the dark night, and the heat of the breeze made her throat tighten.

The wine on his face also became more and more intense because of the breath he was blowing, Zhiyin couldn't help but take a step back, but he swept straight to the side without looking, Zhiyin reached out and grabbed him worriedly: "Lang Jun? ”

His wrists were so hot that Zhiyin's fingertips trembled, and he almost let go of them.

But there was a stronger force to shake her off: "Let go!" ”

Zhiyin was defenseless, and was almost thrown to the ground by this throw, staggering two steps and grabbing the table next to him before standing, and the green glazed tea set on the table tinkled non-stop.

She raised her face in shock to look at the almost unfamiliar husband in front of her. Since he got married, he has always been polite to her, although he is not close, and he has never been so fierce.

What the hell is going on here.

In the candlelight, Xie Mingting also realized what he had done, and turned his head to look at Zhiyin with some guilt.

She was looking at him in horror, like a green finch caught in a snare, thin and pitiful, and he was a hunter.

Apologies welled up in his heart, temporarily suppressing the original discomfort, he lowered his eyes and stretched out a hand towards her: "I'm sorry." ”

"I ...... If you drink alcohol by mistake, you are not angry with you. ”

I see.

Zhiyin breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and shook her head to indicate that it was okay.

She handed him her hand, and Ying Ying smiled: "Then Langjun wait, the concubine will order someone to cook the sobering soup." ”

Xie Mingting pulled her up, she was about to get up, she might as well slip her foot and fall straight towards him, Xie Mingting's eyes jumped, and his hand quickly leaned over to support her.

Zhiyin fell into his arms, he was half-crouching, his strong arms around her back, supporting her waist to prevent her from falling, and his other hand also grabbed half of her arm, trying to pull her up.

The distance between the two was lost in the dark night, and Zhiyin was still unconscious, lying in front of him panting slightly, his white and slender neck shining like honey in the candlelight.

The orchid fragrance is delicate and flows quietly in the dark night. Xie Mingting's original high heart defense suddenly collapsed like powder.

Zhiyin came back to her senses at this time, and wanted to look up and tell him to let go of her, but the breath that forced her throat to tighten appeared again, like rolling. The hot hand caressed her back, and she raised her eyes blankly.

The husband's eyes were heavy, and he looked at her with two dark fires burning in his eyes, and his eyes were strange and deep.

"Lang...... Pimp? She was a little puzzled, and for some reason she was so nervous that her voice was shaking.

Xie Mingting couldn't distinguish foreign objects for a long time. The blood that had just cooled was boiling again in the meridians, and the strange thought was stacked up like a mountain peak and a huge wave, deep and shallow in front of him, and everything in heaven and earth returned to chaos.

But there are a few pictures that gradually become clearer, one moment is the bright jaw of the girl behind the chessboard of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival that day, under the Chinese lantern, the pearl beauty that he saw when he opened the fan when he worshiped the hall on behalf of his younger brother, and there was another moment, it was the shadow of the intimate kiss between men and women reflected in the window of the Huiyou Palace......

The black shadow fell, and for a moment he was clear, and he looked at the lips in front of him.

She seemed to be saying something, it was the "Lang Jun" who raised her eyes and called him shyly when she was in the cave room at night.

Without thinking about it, he suddenly supported the back of the person in his arms and forced her to meet him, and kissed her on the head.

Zhiyin's eyes widened in horror!

The few maids who stayed in the house and waited were already stunned, and they didn't react until this time, and they all pulled the door and ran away with red faces.

Zhiyin also came back to her senses, blushing and bearing his increasingly fierce kisses, just as she hesitated whether to respond or push away, he suddenly dragged her again, and pressed her against the wall with this lingering lip and tooth.

The woman's weak body hit the wall and made a heavy muffled sound, and a dull pain spread out behind her back, and Zhiyin snorted painfully: "Lang Jun...... Lang Jun ......"

"Don't ...... here"

As a human wife, she knew that she should not refuse her husband, but she was also the daughter of a pure white family, and if he was pressed against the wall in such a disheveled manner, it would be no different from a prostitute.

Xu is "Lang Jun" finally awakened his thoughts, Xie Mingting's mind suddenly cleared, he let go of her, buried his head on her shoulder, and breathed.

He didn't know what he was doing, only that the jasmine scent on her body calmed him.

The candle flame was faint, and there was silence in all directions.

The breathing in his ears is chaotic, like rain, like beads.

Zhiyin was a little embarrassed.

She is a yellow flower girl again, and it is time to turn around at this point, Lang Jun is like this, I am afraid that she has been drugged.

Otherwise, with the posture he avoided her and avoided the sky a few days ago, how could he get close to her.

Sure enough, after some time, he easily opened her pinched red wrist and removed his face.

"I'm sorry." He apologized in a low voice, "I didn't mean to. ”

"I just drank something dirty by mistake and scared you."

Zhiyin thought that her mother-in-law had sent it - she had always looked forward to their round house, and she didn't think much about it, so she shook her head and signaled that it was okay: "The concubine is Lang Jun's wife, and Lang Jun should do everything to the concubine." ”

asked him with concern: "Is Lang Jun very uncomfortable?" ”

Wife.

His lips twitched slightly, and his smile was a little sarcastic and bitter. He immediately responded: "I'll go wash again." ”

Only then did Zhiyin understand what he was doing in the bath, and his face turned red for a while. But......

That's a rarity.

She thought to herself.

This at least shows that her husband is clean and self-conscious, and he does not have any habit of sleeping in flowers and willows. Otherwise, she doesn't like it either.

The more she thought about it, the more she blushed, she helped him to sit down on the couch, and after being embarrassed for a moment, she said, "Lang Jun, wait a minute." ”

After that, he went into the bath alone.

Xie Mingting didn't know why, so he sat in the darkness and looked at her back. For no reason, she seemed to have drunk wine tonight.

It is a sweet sake from San'in, sweet and rich, like a ripe peach in June, rich and juicy. Far from being annoying, it's intoxicating......

Those pickled desires came up again, Xie Mingting closed his eyes, and suppressed all the emotions in his heart.

Soon, Zhiyin went and returned.

She had already taken off the coat of the banquet tonight, her hands and face had been cleaned, and she also took a soft towel soaked in cold water in her hand, and walked to him: "The concubine is here to serve Langjun." ”

Xie Mingting raised his eyes, and there was a slight puzzlement in his eyes.

The devil sent God, and he didn't push her away.

……

When all the movement in the room had subsided, the candles in the room were gone, the moonlight poured into the window like flowing water, and the curtains shimmered with a bright brilliance like mercury.

In the tent, the two lay side by side under the brocade quilt embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the silence was almost suffocating.

"Does it hurt?" Just when Zhiyin thought that the people around him had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked.