Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 238 Opening up meat

Early the next morning.

When Song Yi groggily opened her eyes, she felt refreshed all over and her head didn't hurt anymore. She guessed that Jiang Lanye had given her a hangover soup and washed her body carefully. Her hair was soft and loose over her shoulders, emitting a faint fragrance.

She was so excited last night that even though she was drunk, she still had the energy to mess with Jiang Lanye.

Upon thinking of Jiang Lanye, Song Yi realized that everything around her was cold.

Is Jiang Lanye not here?
She looked up with some confusion. Not far away, Jiang Lanye was sitting on a stool, and the imperial physician seemed to be talking to him.

As if sensing something, Jiang Lanye turned his head and saw that Song Yi had woken up. Immediately, the imperial physician left.

She lazily lay back down.

Jiang Lanye sat directly on the edge of the dragon bed, not intending to pick her up. Instead, he slipped one hand under the covers and caressed her slender waist in an intimate manner.

She stretched and asked vaguely, "Why did the imperial physician suddenly come? Are you...not feeling well?"

She suddenly snapped out of her daze and looked at Jiang Lanye nervously: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lanye chuckled: "I'm fine, you can get up and wash up first."

".All right."

After Song Yi finished washing up, she turned her head and saw that Jiang Lanye was still sitting on the dragon bed. She quickly went over, sat down next to him, put her hand on his forehead, and asked with concern, "Are you really alright?"

Jiang Lanye raised his hand and tapped her wrist, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Are you hungry now? Do you want to have breakfast?"

Song Yi paused for a moment, then shook her head: "No, I'm not hungry."

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow. "How about we eat something?"

"I just woke up and I don't want to eat anything."

She was wondering why Jiang Lanye was asking her these questions when suddenly a shadow fell over her. She was stunned, and Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist and pinned her down.

"you--"

Jiang Lanye raised his other hand and caressed her lips intimately: "You were drunk last night. Do you remember what happened?"

"I remember you took me to sit on the roof and look at the stars."

"Hmm, and then what?"

Song Yi's eyes darted around a little. "After that...after that I came back, washed up, and went to bed."

Jiang Lanye chuckled softly, clearly not intending to let her get away with it so easily. The hand that had been caressing her lips slowly moved downwards.

"Let me help you recall. You were still holding me, clinging to me, teasing me all over. Do you remember any of that?"

A warning bell rang in Song Yi's mind. She tried in vain to bend her legs and explained, "I'm not sober, am I? That's what happens when you're drunk. You...you're not well yet. Don't you want to listen to the imperial physician?"

"Unfortunately, the imperial physician just told me that my health has improved significantly and I can recover now. I just need to control the frequency of my illness."

After he finished speaking, he observed Song Yi's expression with amusement, like a cat catching a mouse, enjoying the prey's dying struggle before putting it into its mouth.

She now finally understood why Jiang Lanye had asked her if she wanted anything to eat.

Facing a man who hadn't had sex in a long time, it was clear that today wouldn't be so easy. She felt incredibly regretful, realizing she really should have replenished her energy first—even before it started, she already felt tired.

"Jiang Lanye, um... I'm not feeling well, how about another day?"

"Uncomfortable? I'll be gentler."

No, you...

Soon, she was unable to say anything.

At this moment, the two finally awakened their long-dormant memories, causing the scene to become unusually chaotic. Even though Jiang Lanye considered himself calm and composed most of the time, at this moment, everything had collapsed.

Reason has vanished.

As the sun gradually set behind the window, it cast increasingly longer shadows of the two people beside the low couch.

After the sun sets.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, and the few drops that had splashed onto the table had dried, leaving only scattered water stains.

When Jiang Lanye came in, her hair wasn't completely dry; water was still dripping from the ends.

Palace lanterns had been lit inside the hall, and the dim candlelight cast shadows on the curtains.

The person lying on the dragon bed remained motionless. Jiang Lanye sat down next to him, and water droplets from his hair rolled onto the quilt, leaving dark stains.

Song Yi only started to react when he pulled her into his arms.

When she opened her mouth, it sounded like she had a mouthful of sand in her throat: "Water."

This was already her third cup. Jiang Lanye didn't say anything, gently put her down, poured her a cup of water, took a sip himself first to make sure the temperature was just right, and then helped her sit up, watching her finish the water.

Jiang Lanye patted her head: "Are you hungry?"

He looked languid, with an unusual relaxed expression between his brows, like a satiated beast, and even his voice carried a hint of languor.

She didn't have the energy to argue with Jiang Lanye anymore, so she just gave a soft "hmm".

"I've already ordered someone to serve the meal. Shall we go over and have some later?"

She said in a hoarse voice, "No, I don't want to move."

Jiang Lanye didn't insist any further. He casually rolled up his sleeves, and Song Yi glanced at him and said, "Cover your arms."

Jiang Lanye paused, then deliberately asked, "Why?"

Because his arms and the backs of his hands were covered with scratches from Song Yi, but there weren't many scratches in these places, and they weren't very obvious. The most obvious ones were concentrated on his shoulders and back.

Song Yi glared at him. She had just drunk some water to moisten her throat, and now she finally had the energy to talk more: "I almost thought I was going to die today, do you know that?"

Jiang Lanye chuckled lightly, "Sorry."

Song Yi rolled her eyes.

It was terrifying. She woke up around noon, and she never expected that the chaos would continue until dark.

Several times, she really wanted to ask Jiang Lanye from the bottom of her heart whether he was even human.

His voice was exceptionally gentle:
"I have already bathed you and changed the bedding. You can lie down comfortably all night. I will feed you in a little while."

Song Yi remained silent.

She now wished she could make Jiang Lanye do everything for her. The thought of how he had excessively exploited her time for so long made her determined to get her revenge elsewhere.

Dinner was brought in, but Jiang Lanye wasn't hungry yet. He first served Song Yi a bowl of porridge, which she liked, and then picked up some light side dishes. He went over and placed a soft pillow behind her back.

"A light dinner is fine."

Song Yi didn't want to talk, so she opened her mouth and listlessly swallowed two mouthfuls of porridge.

Jiang Lanye was exceptionally attentive at this moment. After watching her take a bite, he would gently wipe the corner of her lips with a handkerchief. He would also ask if the porridge suited her taste and if she wanted to change to something else. He would also ask if the soft pillow behind her was comfortable and if she wanted to add another one.

Song Yi swallowed the whole bowl of porridge and couldn't help but say, "Stop pretending. I've seen how fierce you can be."

(End of this chapter)