Young widow in her boudoir

The man's robes seemed to be damp with night dew, cold and desolate.

Tired from a long day, and with the night so late, Xie Rutang really hadn't expected Pei Zhiheng to come to her Cuiwu Courtyard again tonight.

She was sitting in front of her dressing table, wiping her still-wet long hair with a piece of silk.

Suddenly, a strong, warm arm reached out and wrapped tightly around her slender waist.

Pei Zhiheng's thin lips brushed against her earlobe with a cool touch, so cold that it sent a chill down her spine.

The scalding breath landed on her neck.

"Is your period over?"

As he spoke, his hand casually caressed the soft flesh of her waist in the night; her body smelled wonderful.

Pei Zhiheng nestled against her neck, his voice still cold and deep, "It's been so long, you should be gone by now."

When the man arrived, he saw that she had already finished bathing and changed into a soft pink silk undergarment, as soft as a cloud, covering her jade-white body. He hadn't looked at her closely before, but tonight he felt a pang of tenderness upon seeing her.

Even he, who was usually a man of few desires, couldn't help but have romantic thoughts at night.

He came so frequently that Xie Rutang was often worried that he would be spotted by the Shen family's servants.

It's unclear what her intentions were, but she told a simple lie.

Xie Rutang bit her lip lightly, "They're not completely gone yet..."

She still felt some fear towards him.

Pei Zhiheng's large hand, which was caressing her slender waist, suddenly stopped.

He nodded, his face cold and indifferent, and went to the bathhouse to take a bath without saying anything. Seeing that he had just come to Cuiwu Courtyard, Jin Yue went to prepare water for him.

After he left, Xie Rutang breathed a sigh of relief. She found that her body would become increasingly sensitive and yearn for him even if a man touched her.

She knew that Pei Zhiheng was lustful and that his animalistic desires could be awakened at any time in Cuiwu Courtyard. He should take a bath to calm down.

Night fell over the courtyard, and Xie Rutang looked out at the hibiscus flowers by the window.

After taking a bath, the man came out wearing a jade-white undergarment. He looked good in anything, and his cold white chest was exposed to the air. Xie Rutang was shy and dared not look him in the eye.

It's late at night, time to rest.

Pei Zhiheng continued reading official documents at his desk for a while.

Seeing his cold and stern expression as he worked through the night, Xie Rutang didn't mention to him that Yin Qinrong had come to see her yesterday.

She knew that Pei Zhiheng was already stressed and tired from burying himself in case files all day, and he would not want to hear her mention his former love. Besides, Xie Rutang was also self-aware; she could not compare herself to that noble and beautiful Crown Princess, or she would only lose miserably.

But she still couldn't help but think about how Pei Zhiheng and Yin Qinrong, these childhood sweethearts, got along when they were young. They must have shared many unforgettable memories together.

Xie Rutang was displeased that Yin Qinrong had targeted her for no reason, causing innocent bystanders to suffer, but she wouldn't be foolish enough to fight a losing battle.

She silently turned over in bed. Usually, Pei Zhiheng would be reviewing official documents until very late, so she would go to bed early. But tonight, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what, still thinking about the jade hairpin.

Finally, she heard Pei Zhiheng put down the official documents and coldly blow out the candle.

The room suddenly went dark, and Xie Rutang couldn't see anything. Just then, she heard the sound of a man lifting the covers beside her.

The next moment, the man got onto the bed.

Xie Rutang could smell his scent.

The two remained fully clothed on the bed, each sleeping separately.

They don't communicate at all when they're sleeping.

Everything was pitch black.

The bed was so quiet that you could only hear your own shallow breathing.

Xie Rutang was very clear-headed. She closed her eyes, and after a few quarters of an hour, her nerves relaxed, and she slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Xie Rutang was woken up by a faint rustling sound coming from beside her pillow.

The man's cool breath suddenly drew near, as clear and gentle as water.

His scorching body pressed against her, and in the blink of an eye, the sleeping woman was in his arms.

Pei Zhiheng wanted to hold her as they fell asleep tonight.

Xie Rutang was woken up by him and her body stiffened instantly, but she still pretended to be asleep, continuing to make even breathing sounds, her soft eyelashes closed.

She was asleep, which conveniently allowed the man to enjoy his dessert for the night; he hadn't yet tasted the Qixi Festival pastries.

Finally, Pei Zhiheng kissed her soft chin, then kissed his way down her neck, his fingers never stopping, leaving everyone completely unsure of his next move.

Xie Rutang thought the man was just kissing her to satisfy his craving, but Pei Zhiheng's hand, which had been wrapped around her soft waist, sank down. He was very forceful and aggressive, easily disarming her defenses in an instant, and then went to touch her thin panties.

Xie Rutang's face instantly turned bright red!

Pei Zhiheng had only intended to kiss her, but suddenly his fingers stopped, sensing something different.

The fabric was very dry.

The woman in his arms suddenly stiffened, her breathing became completely disordered, but she was still trying to hold on. In the dim moonlight, Pei Zhiheng saw an abnormal blush on her cheeks and her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

The man's eyes darkened instantly. He approached her ear, carefully choosing his words, his gaze unfathomable.

"Your period is over, why didn't you tell me?"