After Xu Zhihuai said a few words, Aunt Nan opened the curtain and came in.
She was always outside, always on the lookout for movement.
Jinhua was afraid of her and backed away cautiously.
Aunt Nan's face was as dark as water, and she said some comforting words: "Girl, don't think wildly, take good care of your body, and you will have many blessings in the future."
Xu Zhihuai's eyes were as cold as a knife: "My aunt was lucky enough to keep her mouth shut, but the flesh and blood you took away that day?"
Aunt Nan didn't say much, just served the blood-tonifying decoction and served her to drink it.
Xu Zhihuai drank slowly on purpose.
Before the bottom of one bowl was reached, another bowl was brought outside.
Xu Zhihuai tilted his head and refused.
Aunt Nan advised her: "The girl lost too much blood and is in confinement, so it is inevitable that she will get wet."
"I can't drink it."
"Then drink later."
Aunt Nan said again: "The Marquis will come tonight, do you want me to prepare?"
Xu Zhihuai's eyes moved and he pondered for a moment: "What are you preparing for?"
"I kindly advise the girl not to anger the Marquis. If you don't think about it, you will only suffer in vain, and it will not change the girl's current situation at all."
Xu Zhihuai bit his lip and remained silent.
They are all in the same group, so why are they pretending to be kind?
Aunt Nan was not only kind, but also specially prepared a new dress for her.
Yunyan's fine brocade is twisted with gold and silver silk, and peony tulle has flowing colors and dark flowers. It is of high quality and well cut.
Xu Zhihuai laughed silently.
It’s really a luxurious life.
Aunt Nan wanted to help her put it on, but Xu Zhihuai sat on the bedside, shaking his head and refusing: "I can't serve the Marquis in my body."
Aunt Nan was silent for a moment and put the clothes aside: "Girl, you can decide for yourself."
Xu Zhihuai closed his eyes and rested his mind, indifferent.
After nightfall, Wei Li came as expected.
It was getting cold outside, so he also changed into a fluffy cloak, still looking as majestic as ever.
Xu Zhihuai was sitting on the bedside, his eyes lowered, his face was pale, his long, smooth hair was gathered on his chest, and his expression was cold and cold.
The beautiful woman is haggard and beautiful, but she is sickly and lacks a bit of fresh vitality.
Wei Li untied his cloak and handed it to Aunt Nan, then waved his hand to signal others to leave.
He was alone with her, looked at the dresses hanging nearby, and asked calmly, as if nothing had happened, "You don't like these clothes?"
Xu Zhihuai hated him to the core, but her reason was still there. She took the initiative to climb up to him, not to seek death in vain. She simply pretended to be calm and answered steadily: "The Marquis rewarded him, how could I not like it?"
Wei Li immediately ordered: "Then put it on."
Xu Zhihuai frowned, and then silently swallowed the words of rejection on his lips.
"good!"
Xu Zhihuai opened the quilt and stepped directly on the ground with his bare feet. He turned his back to Wei Li and slowly untied his belt. Unexpectedly, only halfway through, Wei Li suddenly came over to take off her clothes, his movements were domineering and impatient.
"Hiss!"
His hand was so strong that he tore her clothes in one fell swoop.
Most of the snow-white chest was exposed, and spring appeared.
Xu Zhihuai crossed his arms across his chest and turned sideways, which made him laugh softly: "What are you covering? What else do you have that I haven't seen?"
He pressed closer and closer, holding her only between the bedpost and himself, watching her pale face slowly turn red due to nervousness.
His hands became more and more wanton. While taking off her clothes, he gently touched her body. His rough fingers slid across her flat belly and paused for a moment.
Xu Zhihuai's breathing was rapid, her eyes were messy, and she felt his warm breath blowing against her face.
In an emotional moment, Wei Li asked her deliberately: "What are you thinking about?"
Xu Zhihuai laughed angrily, with a slightly sullen look on his face: "I wonder why Lord Marquis came today? Is it to sleep with me, or to humiliate me?"
Wei Li knew her resentment clearly: "I feel sorry for you. As long as you obey me, you won't be hurt."
Xu Zhihuai smiled bitterly: "Did the Marquis let me have a miscarriage because I wasn't obedient enough?"
"Beauty ages quickly, so there is no need to waste it."
As Wei Li spoke, he held the hand on her waist tighter, and he pressed tightly against her: "I need your beauty, your body, and your loyalty."
Xu Zhihuai was confused and puzzled: "The Marquis has a high position and there are so many people outside trying to please him. What kind of peerless beauty can't be found? Why is it me?"
"Others are others, you are you."
Wei Li rarely showed a gentle smile, with a dangerous tenderness in his tone: "It was you who took the initiative to climb into my bed and followed me willingly. Do you regret it?"
Xu Zhihuai was unable to defend himself and shook his head unwillingly: "No."
If she goes back on her word now, doesn't it mean that she will be buried with the Wu family in vain?
Her determination to burn everything was no match for fate's trick, so she escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den. Fortunately, she saw the Tang Hengdao again, which was capable of killing many people. It was not a loss.
Wei Li looked at her complicated and unclear expression, hugged her trembling and tense body, feeling inexplicably excited, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Xu Zhihuai struggled: "Master Hou, I just had a miscarriage..."
Wei Li refused to give up, whispering like a ghost on her lips: "Do you think I care whether you are in pain or not? From now on, as long as you are still breathing, you must learn to please me."
Her resistance was broken down by him effortlessly.
Wei Li lifted her arms and clamped her neck. He could break her neck at any time if he wanted to.
He is so cruel!
In the dark night, the merciless torture, even time passed extremely slowly.
Every violation, every collision is despair.
Gorgeous robes and handsome human skin, but with a black heart like a ghost, worse than a ferocious beast.
Yes, he was not a human in the first place, so he must have been suppressed by an evil spirit...
Xu Zhihuai's pupils shrank and she remained motionless, silently looking at the swaying gauze curtain above her head, until the pain in her body devastated her and made her numb, until the long night was exhausted and everything was silent.
At dawn, Aunt Nan, who had been waiting on the porch for a long time, finally saw Mr. Marquis coming out. She hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Master Marquis, why didn't you wait until dawn before leaving? It's windy right now..."
Wei Li looked up at the sky and said calmly: "It's almost time to go to court, so you might as well go there early." After saying that, he strode towards the courtyard gate, stopped midway, and said: "Keep an eye on people. Don’t make any mistakes again.”
Aunt Nan nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I have already prepared things."
After seeing off the Marquis, Aunt Nan turned around and went back. The room was lifeless, the curtains were down, no one could be seen, no human voice could be heard, only a thin white arm hanging feebly by the bed, so pale that it was almost transparent.
"girl!"
Jinhua screamed in panic, appeared out of nowhere, ran over crying, and grabbed the curtain randomly, revealing Xu Zhihuai who was like a gossamer and in pieces inside.
