Young widow in her boudoir

Pei Zhiheng carried her to the bed and reached out to lower the bed curtains.

Having come this far, Xie Rutang had no choice but to reach out her fingers in front of him and slowly unbutton her lilac-shaped shirt before removing her pink satin undergarment.

In the blink of an eye, her snow-white skin was exposed to the air. In the man's eyes, she was like a pearl that had been peeled open, pure white and clear, warm and slightly cool to the touch.

She took off her undergarment, revealing a crimson bodice underneath.

Feeling the man's burning gaze fall upon her, Xie Rutang couldn't help but cover herself with the blankets, but no matter what she did, she couldn't hide her straight and slender legs.

Seeing that she was still wearing a bellyband, Pei Zhiheng slightly parted his lips. He had originally intended to make it easier for her so that she wouldn't have to wear anything underneath later, saving her the trouble of taking it off again.

But then he closed his thin lips again, as if saying it like that would make him sound like a naive young man. The man's face remained serious, his features stern and handsome.

They waited in vain for him to make a move.

Xie Rutang opened her eyes in the darkness, her voice timid and somewhat pitiful.

"What's wrong, Second Master?"

Pei Zhiheng's voice was slightly cold: "It's nothing."

Perhaps distracted by the bright red of her bodice, his tone suddenly became somewhat harsh.

Xie Rutang, however, was a sensitive person.

She remembered what he had said last time. Could it be that he had just seen her body and thought she was frivolous and improper?

But her breasts were naturally like that, and she didn't want to be born so delicate and alluring. After marrying into the Shen family, she knew that Pei Zhiheng was old-fashioned and conservative, and thinking of this, she shrank even deeper into the quilt.

Xie Rutang was frightened and instinctively gripped the bedding tightly, trying to find something to lean on.

Even her beloved late husband Shen Yuan, whom she was close to, she had not gone to this extent. Shen Yuan was ill, and she was a complete blank slate.

In the darkness, Pei Zhiheng's cool breath drew near. He reached out and forcefully intertwined his fingers with hers, their fingers locked together. His kisses fell upon her like raindrops nourishing the earth.

Widowed and without her deceased husband's care, Xie Rutang felt a deep thirst and loneliness. Yet, a man came to her boudoir late at night, like a parched land receiving rain. However, she was unwilling to admit that she was gradually aroused by Pei Zhiheng's kisses, and she didn't want to respond, as if making a sound would be a desecration.

She hoped that even though she had borrowed a seed, her heart would still be with Shen Yuan, so that her guilt wouldn't be so deep.

The man before her had a striking bone structure, a high nose, and thin lips. His thin lips pressed against her thin skin. He wasn't familiar with her body and needed to slowly find a way to fit in.

Unlike his passionate kiss, Xie Rutang opened her eyes to see his still indifferent face, so she closed her eyes again.

Even though she had been married, she was still so naive and innocent, with the demeanor of a young girl.

Her black hair cascaded down the man's chest, tickling his heart and making him yearn to possess her, to lock her in the Green Wutong Courtyard every night until he returned, so that no other man outside could even glance at her.

Pei Zhiheng was surprised by the fleeting dark thought that crossed his mind, and then frowned solemnly. This was really not like him; he was not the kind of person who would have an excessive desire to possess things.

His hand caressed her delicate skin, but her body was truly addictive to him.

Perhaps because she had been married before, even now as a widow, she possessed a gentle charm in her eyes and brows that young girls lacked, a tenderness as gentle as water, yet her demeanor still retained a girlish purity and shyness. What surprised the man was that Xie Rutang was quite naive.

I could feel her back was completely tense.

"Relax."

The night was sweltering, and the bed curtains hung on the floor, preventing any airflow.

Xie Rutang never expected that the man's usually aloof and handsome face would flush red, but his gaze remained extremely cold and devoid of warmth, let alone any affection for her.

Let alone Pei Zhiheng, she was the same way; there were no feelings between them. They were both using each other, and there was no need for any tenderness afterward, since they weren't husband and wife.

Xie Rutang closed her eyes, slowly listened to his words, and relaxed her limbs. She wondered if it would hurt a lot later. Was it always this difficult to endure when someone borrowed a seed?

She just wanted it to end quickly.

Pei Zhiheng kissed her earlobe with displeasure, "Respond to me."

Perhaps because she was still guarding Shen Yuan, no matter how Pei Zhiheng touched her, she remained silent, dull and uninteresting.

Pei Zhiheng sensed that she was suppressing herself, restrained by the rigid etiquette of her aristocratic family and by societal norms. Pei Zhiheng frowned, somewhat silent and displeased. He didn't like women who lay in bed like wooden figures.

Mingming had clearly seen how alluring and vivid she was when she was looking at erotic pictures and taking care of herself in the Cuiwu Courtyard. She was like a brightly colored butterfly breaking free from the shackles of her noble family and flying towards the window, yearning for freedom and completely immersing herself in blissful debauchery.

She lay on the light blue bedding, feeling embarrassed, so she blushed and turned her face away, not wanting to see what he was doing. She didn't want to see herself naked against his chest.

The man above her was already drenched in sweat.

After a period of quiet exploration, Pei Zhiheng knew her inside and out, and kissed her deeply.

Xie Rutang's temples were also damp with sweat. Pei Zhiheng held the back of her head, pulled her face close to his, and buried her face in his chest so that she could feel his hot and powerful heartbeat.

His gaze was fixed on her delicate brows, furrowed with distress, and his hand stroked the hair behind her ear. "Rutang, don't hold back."

"This is the backyard. It's late at night and no one will come. You can call out."

Under Pei Zhiheng's guidance, Xie Rutang stared at the ceiling in a daze, gradually forgetting that she was a Shen family woman. In the end, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She hurriedly bit her teeth, crushing the charming ending between her lips and teeth.

"Very well-behaved."

Pei Zhiheng cupped her face in his hands. The summer night was hot, and the cicadas chirped incessantly. He noticed that her eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of sweat, making her look pitiful.

Xie Rutang was startled by the allure she had revealed. She pursed her lips and kept her eyes tightly closed. She couldn't believe that she was such a woman, completely losing her composure and acting unlike herself.

After a breathtaking kiss, Pei Zhiheng finally released her lips. He embraced her petite and soft body, as if a desire that had been dormant for twenty years had been ignited tonight, and he wanted to give it all to her in this moment.

"Lie down properly."

He was about to remove her underpants when Xie Rutang suddenly felt a warm sensation beneath her; she had started her period.

She suddenly blushed.

Xie Rutang subconsciously shrank back, looking up at the man whose face she couldn't see, her face slightly pale. "Second Master... this concubine... this concubine has started her period."