Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Zhenbei Palace.

Xiao Fang and Yun Shuyao were persuaded to return home by Madam Qin, and they saw that she was in very good condition.

Not being saddened by Yun Chongshan's passing at all, she felt relieved.

Seeing his mother-in-law's resolute side, Xiao Fang couldn't help but think of his own mother.

In fact, his attitude towards his father was a continuation of his mother's resentment.

He felt that if his mother were alive, she would never forgive his father.

So even though his mother is gone, he still wants to punish that person on her behalf.

This is why he killed his father's concubine; he couldn't stand by and watch the person who killed his mother enjoy everything that should have belonged to her.

She would never allow the man who betrayed her mother to elope with another woman.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yun Shuyao stared at Xiao Fang and saw a complex emotion in his eyes that she couldn't quite figure out.

"It's nothing... By the way, your father died, shouldn't we observe three years of mourning?"

Yun Shuyao shook her head decisively.

"I will not observe mourning for him if he does not stay for even one day. Call me cold-hearted or unfilial if you want, I don't care."

He is no longer my father, but my mourning is equivalent to acknowledging this relationship.

From the moment he was buried, the cause and effect between us was completely severed.

I will no longer hate him, nor will I miss him.

While Yun Shuyao was speaking, Xiao Fang kept observing her expression. Only when he saw that she really had no emotional fluctuations did he feel relieved.

As night fell, Yun Shuyao opened the window to let in some fresh air. Just as she leaned against the window frame, someone surrounded her from behind.

Xiao Fang's aura, carried on the night breeze, was warm and slightly intoxicating.

"What are you looking at?"

He lowered his head and kissed the crook of her neck, his hand sliding down her waistline and gently pinching her side.

"Look at the stars."

Yun Shuyao was tickled by his teasing and tried to move away, but he pressed her even tighter.

With my back pressed against his chest, I could clearly feel his heartbeat.

"What's so interesting about stars?"

The man bit her earlobe, his voice muffled.

"Why don't you look at me?"

Yun Shuyao blushed at his words and was about to retort when he turned her around and pressed her against the window frame.

The moonlight fell on his face, softening his usually sharp features with a warm glow, yet he insisted on making a fierce expression.

"Don't move, let me kiss you for a while."

His kisses were urgent and intense, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The cicadas chirping outside the window and the distant watchman's drumbeats became the background noise for this moment.

Afraid of being overheard by the servants, she clutched his collar and whispered her advice.

"Not here..."

"What are you afraid of?"

He raised an eyebrow and deliberately breathed louder near her ear.

"Whoever dares to look, gouge out their eyes."

Although his words were harsh, his actions softened; he simply lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek, like a large, affectionate dog.

"Just once, okay?"

A night breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers blew by, causing their clothes to flutter gently, and even the moonlight seemed sweet.

Before long, Xiao Fang's hands started to wander.

"Can't you take a day off?"

Xiao Fang's kiss had already landed on the back of her neck.

"I used to be abstinent, but now it's all your fault...you always seduce me!"

Yun Shuyao felt wronged and kept pushing him while asking him questions.

"What did I do?"

"From the moment you appeared, you stole my soul."

Xiao Fang stopped moving, panting, and carefully observed Yun Shuyao's expression.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't observe mourning?"

"Yeah, we won't stick to it."

"That's good."

"What's so good about it... Hey... You..."

The rain in late spring tapped against the windowpane, like countless fine drumbeats striking the heart.

She was so worn down by his persistence that she had no choice but to let him hold her.

His hand was always protecting her back, afraid that she would be hurt by the window.

When the kiss reached its climax, he only pulled her closer to his arms, not letting her actually press against the cold wooden frame.

After that, he kissed her urgently and fiercely, with a touch of possessiveness that seemed to disregard everything else.

At night, Xiao Fang was always different from his cautiousness during the day.

Yun Shuyao was breathless from the kiss, her fingertips clutching his clothes, but she did not push him away.

"Shu Yao..."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot, his eyes reddening, like a beast hiding its head, poised to pounce.

"Tonight... I don't want to be gentle this once."

Yun Shuyao was stunned for a moment, looking at the longing surging in his eyes.

That was something he had always restrained, an instinct he had desperately suppressed for fear of hurting her.

These days, he always asks her "Does it hurt?" afterward.

He would always stop immediately when she frowned; she saw his carefulness and it pained her deeply.

"Of course you can."

Yun Shuyao raised her hand and gently stroked his taut jawline, her voice very soft.

"It's because you've been...too tense."

Xiao Fang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, the force bordering on the point of being out of control.

I'm afraid of hurting you.

His tone betrayed a sense of grievance that he himself was unaware of.

"But I... am never satisfied..."

"I can sense it."

Yun Shuyao took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips, with a touch of clumsy indulgence.

"Xiao Fang, don't worry."

She looked into the man's eyes and said, word by word.

What you want to do might also be what I like.

This sentence was like lighting a fuse.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly and lifted her even higher.

This time, he didn't ask "Is it okay?".

Just as tears welled up in Yun Shuyao's eyes, he ran his fingertips through her hair, gently comforting her, his voice hoarse.

"If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll stop."

"Don't stop, if I can't take it anymore... I'll bite you."

Xiao Fang chuckled again, his chest heaving for a long time, clearly showing his pleasure.

His kisses covered the nape of her neck, carrying a force that left no room for refusal.

But when she trembled slightly, he subconsciously slowed his movements.

Yun Shuyao suddenly raised her hand, wrapped it around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

"Don't stop... I like it."

His movements became completely chaotic.

Xiao Fang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he no longer restrained his strength.

He would only lower his head and use his kisses to smooth out the wrinkles when she frowned.

Yun Shuyao stopped tensing up and snuggled closer to him when he approached.

It turns out that indulgence is not about losing control, but rather that she is willing to accept all his sharp edges, and he is willing to remove his last layer of armor in her gaze.

Finally, the man suddenly picked her up.

The sudden loss of weight left her clinging desperately to the only support she could find.

This complete dependence undoubtedly pleased Xiao Fang.

Hold me tight, my husband will take you flying!

Xiao Fang looked lean, but seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

The man finally stopped when Yun Shuyao was on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Fang brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, tenderly kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and pointed to the horizon to distract her.

"Look how bright the stars are at that moment."

Yun Shuyao didn't even have the strength to glare at him, but she couldn't help but look in the direction of his finger.

Just as she was about to ask which one, he lowered his head and kissed her.

"Make a wish when you see the morning star before dawn."

Yun Shuyao had also heard this claim, but she had already shouted herself hoarse and couldn't speak at all.

"I've made your wish on your behalf."

Xiao Fang pressed his lips against hers, smiling smugly.

"I promise you'll be haunted by me for the rest of your life."

As dawn broke and the morning breeze, carrying the scent of flowers, drifted in through the half-open window, brushing against the intertwined figures inside the tent.

He lay on top of her, even more frantically than before.

"You're lying... How many times has this happened?"

"This time, I promise... it's the last time..."