Song Jinyin was forced to lean into his arms, and the man's warmth instantly enveloped her.
But what followed was the bright and alluring fragrance on his body.
The extremely unfamiliar smell reminded Song Jinyin of Qianjin Pavilion that he mentioned before.
He said she was not half as pretty as the girls in the pavilion.
Come to think of it, he must have just come out of there.
Song Jinyin felt a little uncomfortable, her struggling started again, and her eyes looking at Pei Yanzhou were a little blurry.
Based on the smell alone, she couldn't tell who the person in front of her was. It didn't seem to make any difference whether her surname was Chen or Pei.
"This alley is quite deep. If you move again, then go in and try."
The person in his arms suddenly became quiet, with a dejected air all over his body.
In Pei Yanzhou's eyes, who is she?
Even the girl in the building knew how to bring someone into the house after she fell in love, but he, Pei Yanzhou, could threaten her with a nonchalant tone.
Sensing Song Jinyin's reaction, Pei Yanzhou lowered his eyes and lifted her chin with his hand.
And when he looked at it, he saw a pair of eyes filled with mist.
Song Jinyin bit her lip, her eyes were red, and the tears that were about to fall were holding on to her last stubbornness. She stopped struggling and didn't look at him.
"release."
Raising his hand to touch her lips, Pei Yanzhou's voice was dark and hoarse, with an irresistible coldness in his seduction.
A vendor happened to be passing by pushing a wooden cart covered with lanterns. Although the dazzling light was separated by some distance, it filtered in scatteredly through the crowd.
It illuminated the broken hair scattered around her cheeks and the red marks on her wrists.
Although Song Jinyin was a maid, she was born delicate. Except for the thin calluses on her palms and fingertips due to work, the rest of her hands were delicate and soft, and they could leave marks with just a little force.
He has not returned home to see her for five days. The red mark on his wrist cannot be left by him.
As soon as his eyes darkened, Pei Yanzhou's face instantly darkened.
"who is it?"
With this question, Song Jinyin could no longer hold back her fear and grievance, and the water droplets in her eyes began to fall.
She didn't make any sound, not wanting others to see her gaffe, and turned her head towards the end of the alley.
But it was such silence that almost made Pei Yanzhou lose his mind.
Her tears were on the sleeves.
The sight just now disappeared from the crowd, and Pei Yanzhou's whole body was filled with cold air. He raised his eyes and glanced coldly in the direction just now, and directly carried the person back to the carriage.
The scene of the talented man and the beautiful woman is naturally eye-catching.
It's just that passers-by took a sneak look at him, but were forced back by the man's aura and didn't dare to look any further.
...
When we returned to the yard, it was completely dark.
Xueyu waited for her to come back, fetched hot water for her, and prepared to help her bathe.
Song Jinyin suppressed her emotions.
Xueyu has been helping her these past few days. Although she was a little shy, she didn't refuse the kindness because she couldn't get into the water with her hands.
"Sister, soak it first, and then I'll get you a bucket of water."
Song Jinyin thanked her, remembering the small hairpin that the old lady gave her at the beginning of spring, and thought about giving it to Xueyu later.
She would feel uneasy if she didn't give him something.
Raising her hand to raise water drops, Song Jinyin's eyes fell on the red mark on her wrist.
On the way back home just now, she thought about it again.
When the man bumped into her, the figure of the maid beside the noble lady seemed to flash past not far away. However, it was too far away and the man was approaching her step by step. Song Jinyin could not take a closer look.
Now that I think about it, the man must have come prepared, and maybe he has something to do with the lady.
But that person seemed to have a close chat with Mr. Liu.
Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and looked at the reflection in the water.
Mrs. Liu doesn't care about her life or death now, so she probably wouldn't care about the fact that she was almost humiliated.
The door was pushed open, and the cool breeze blew in, even bypassing the screen and blowing to the back, making Song Jinyin couldn't help but shiver.
"After pouring this bucket of hot water, you go back and rest first. I will go find you tomorrow."
After coming back to her senses, Song Jinyin covered up the sourness in her heart.
Xue Yu is simple-minded and cannot let her worry about herself.
But as the footsteps approached, Song Jinyin realized something was wrong and frowned.
"Why are you looking for her? You don't plan to come back to serve her tomorrow?"
The sudden sound startled Song Jinyin.
She turned around subconsciously, then hid her body under the water, raised her eyes and glared at the person coming, all in one movement.
"Your Majesty, couldn't you say something before entering the house?"
The room was filled with white mist, and Pei Yanzhou didn't know whether it was because the alcohol had not dissipated or because he knew someone else was coveting Song Jinyin, but there was always a fire burning in his heart.
Especially after hearing that Song Jinyin was living a peaceful and comfortable life these past few days.
She never inquired about his whereabouts, and never cared about his life or death, as if he was the only one who had fallen into ruin over the years.
Pei Yanzhou didn't like this feeling of being out of control, let alone her indifference.
Pei Yanzhou walked straight towards the person in the water and sarcastically said, "Don't forget, your place is also my yard."
"But the prince can't wait until the slave takes a bath before coming in?"
"Waiting for you, what do you think?"
Pei Yanzhou casually pulled off the shirt on the rack, reached out and fished the person out of the water.
The rough fingertips slid across a delicate area, causing the person who didn't really want to touch her to feel warm.
Drops of water dripped down, and Pei Yanzhou's robe instantly became darker.
Panic flashed in the eyes of the person in front of him, and his slightly parted lips showed he was helpless. Compared with the fear five days ago, there was a little more fear in those beautiful eyes.
Pei Yanzhou thought of her jealous look just now, with lust in her eyes. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he simply turned the person wrapped tightly in the coat to face him and pressed his back against the wall.
"Open your mouth."
Seeing her lips tightly closed for a moment, her eyes misted, showing obvious resistance, Pei Yanzhou stopped and pressed against the corner of her lips.
Her mind flashed through her panic when she was found, her anger was suppressed, her heart softened in a rare moment, and her patience was extremely lingering.
Song Jinyin grabbed his robe a little tighter.
The fear that was suppressed in my heart was brought out by Pei Yanzhou's coaxing tone.
The kiss finally fell bit by bit, from gentle to intense.
Before she lost her mind, Song Jinyin's nose twitched, and she suddenly remembered the gorgeous fragrance on his body just now.
...
Xueyu finally boiled some hot water again, and when she brought it over, she was stopped by Cang Lin.
"Cang, brother Cang Lin, I am going to deliver water to my sister."
There was some anxiety in her tone, and she was a little afraid of this tall guard.
The man in front of him coughed lightly, thought for a moment and then said: "The prince is inside."
The night covered the blush on Xueyu's face, and she smiled in a panic. Looking at the tall and stern guard in front of her, she spoke incoherently: "Well, then, how about this water, Brother Canglin keeps it for bathing... ..Ah, no, I didn’t mean that…”
Finally, Butler Wang came from the corridor and broke the embarrassing situation.
Xueyu felt blessed and hurriedly took the water and retreated.
Butler Wang looked at the fast figure, nodded and praised his strength, and then looked at the person next to him.
"As the prince's bodyguard, you don't have to keep a cold face all day and scare other girls."
"..."
Kurin stood up straight, glanced at the end of the corridor, and then looked away again.
His eyes did not waver at all, and his expression remained stern.
The night is as cold as water.
The movement in the room finally stopped.
The girl on the bed still had tears hanging from the end of her eyes, her long eyelashes were clumped into clusters due to moisture, her eyes were closed tightly, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Pei Yanzhou remembered the purpose of his coming.
Originally, she wanted to tell her which family she found, but she didn't want to mention that name again.
Seeing that she was sleeping deeply, Pei Yanzhou got up, put on his coat, and went outside to call Cang Lin.
Since someone wanted to seek death, he couldn't stop him.
"Send the girl that the prince is attracted to to Chen Zhipeng."
"Yes, it's just that although the prince has concealed his identity, the woman has long been eyeing the prince's noble demeanor. At this time, she is afraid that she will not be willing to give up this piece of fat."
Pei Yanzhou touched the jade pendant with his fingertips and sneered even more: "Then let Chen Zhipeng show his identity in the building. Concubine Rong's nephew is no better than the young master of a wealthy businessman."
"Yes, I understand."
Just as he was about to leave and go back to his house, Pei Yanzhou saw the dim light inside and suddenly changed his mind.
"Have someone bring hot water."
