Young widow in her boudoir

His hand accidentally touched hers...

Fortunately, Pei Zhiheng withdrew his hand. He was focused on investigating the case, and he was also focused on kissing.

He only wanted to kiss, he didn't want to do anything else.

When she was kissed, the woman placed both her hands on his chest, her eyes misty and alluring, her body exuding a hazy charm.

Xie Rutang blushed.

Didn't the old lady say he had never had a concubine?

How could her kissing skills be so amazing? She had never experienced anything like it before... It was a different feeling from that of her deceased husband.

Shen Yuan was a scholar; his kisses were gentle and tender, falling on her like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He was very restrained and disciplined himself every day. In the year after their marriage, Xie Rutang and he were intimate only a handful of times.

When Xie Rutang was kissed by Shen Yuan in bed, it felt like being warmed by the sun. Shen Yuan wasn't very strong and didn't want to hurt her, so he would ask her if it was okay.

However, Master Pei's reaction at this moment was definitely not that of someone who would maintain restraint in matters of love between men and women.

Pei Zhiheng wouldn't ask.

In the darkness, the man's eyes held a longing, and Xie Rutang could clearly feel his uncontrollable desire for her.

Xie Rutang's heart pounded wildly. She instinctively wanted to run away from him, but she couldn't see anything. In the blink of an eye, Pei Zhiheng grabbed her slender waist and pulled her back to his chest.

Xie Rutang was forced to endure his storm of anger.

As she lost herself in the kiss, a bitter feeling gradually crept into her heart. How long could she keep using her looks to please someone?

Besides, Pei Zhiheng's heart has long been occupied by Yin Qinrong, so how much weight does she really hold in his heart?

The sound of raindrops pattering down on the banana leaves drowned out all other sounds.

Xie Rutang was captivated by his kisses in his arms, and couldn't help but let out a few seductive responses. Pei Zhiheng felt his throat and body tighten, and he pressed his large hand on her waist even harder.

He was clearly moved.

Xie Rutang's cheeks instantly burned, and her skin turned red.

She was, after all, a woman. Although Shen Yuan was impotent, everything else that was supposed to happen had happened. How could she not understand a man's reactions? She wasn't some naive young girl.

This made her even more embarrassed.

When Xie Rutang opened her eyes, she found that the man had stopped sometime earlier.

Pei Zhiheng's dark eyes were fixed on her reaction just now.

Xie Rutang looked into his unfathomable eyes, and her heart tightened as if it had been seized by a giant hand.

Xie Rutang gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingers, feeling increasingly embarrassed.

She was obedient and gentle, as if she would never resist.

Pei Zhiheng was usually a restrained and patient person, but now his fingers touched her sensitive earlobe. He watched as her cheeks flushed even more and her breathing became slightly heavy. "How come you're still so sensitive even after you've been married?"

Since he moved into the Shen family mansion, he often had erotic dreams about Xie Rutang. In his dreams, she was charming and alluring, and her body was even softer than he had imagined.

He was reluctant to let go for a moment. Her earlobe seemed to be her sensitive spot. Xie Rutang, without being teased, gradually melted in his arms.

Pei Zhiheng had only been promoted to Minister of the Court of Judicial Review for a year. His case files piled up, his official duties were numerous, and his social engagements were endless. He inevitably had to follow the custom and visit brothels.

But none of the courtesans in Jiangnan could match Xie's beauty even slightly.

He initially scoffed at Shen Yuan's actions, thinking it was wrong of him to ruin his academic future for such a woman and then defy his parents' wishes to marry her. He secretly believed that Xie Rutang was a femme fatale.

Who would have thought that just a year later, he too would become infatuated with Xie Rutang's body.

Even he himself felt that it was absurd.

Why would he be so fixated on a widow?

Pei Zhiheng lowered his eyes and stared at her obedient and charming profile. The part of her neck exposed outside her collar was thin and frail. Could she really be a femme fatale?

The woman's brows were furrowed with sorrow, and her frail frame evoked his tenderness and affection.

There are many taboos in officialdom, especially for someone like Pei Zhiheng, who used to regard women as a flood and was pure and without desires, and who is even more grateful for Xie Rutang's graceful and charming demeanor.

Pei Zhiheng's eyes gradually turned cold, and his heart sank.

He is not Shen Yuan, and he will not become hopelessly infatuated with Xie Rutang's gentle charms or be seduced by her.

Sensing his indifference, I lost interest as well.

Xie Rutang panicked and found it difficult to speak, so she wanted to get off him as soon as possible.

As a result, because he couldn't see, he almost fell to the ground.

Pei Zhiheng helped her up again.

At that moment, Xie Rutang's body was almost pressed against his. Due to the inertia of falling, she subconsciously tried to grab something and stretched out her fingers.

When she realized what she was feeling in her hand, she realized that she had grabbed his collar.

Her force was so strong that his dark robe came undone. Her hand touched his firm chest, its cold curves and distinct contours burning hot to the touch.

Xie Rutang was so frightened that she immediately shrank back.

Her eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Pei Zhiheng's dark eyes narrowed, and he remained silent, the oppressive aura emanating from him making her heart pound.

Xie Rutang paused for a moment, remembering her mother-in-law's instructions and knowing his coldness, so she took the initiative to lower her posture.

"Since Second Master has agreed, I... will serve Second Master well in the Shen residence from now on..." This matter will remain undiscovered and unknown to anyone, and will be kept extremely secret.

Perhaps she was afraid, because he was a stranger.

Her voice was soft and trembling.

The act of conceiving a child only occurred at the Shen residence. He was merely her husband in bed. Once they left the Shen residence, they would have no further relationship. Pei Zhiheng would not feel burdened. This was an extremely enjoyable and detached experience for any man in the world, and he could still marry.

Perhaps that's why he agreed to the old lady's request.

Seemingly surprised by her thoughtfulness and consideration, Pei Zhiheng glanced at her with his eyes lowered and his expression softened slightly.

The woman nearly fell to the ground twice tonight.

"Can you see it?"

Pei Zhiheng looked at her coldly, his eyes unfathomable. "Still want to stubbornly hold on and fall down alone?"

He reached out and held her waist, his cool breath brushing against hers, but his words were calm and gentle, as if he truly cared for her and had no ulterior motives.

Pei Zhiheng turned his gaze to her soft earlobe, which was bare of earrings and had a small mole on it. He stroked her lower back with his hand. "It's late. I'll take you back to the hospital."

Xie Rutang's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed red again.