Outside the bamboo building, everyone had already dispersed.
Everyone knew that the Shentu family was looking for trouble, so they all went to the entrance.
The palace guards were standing guard at the door, and Wen and Wu entered the villa, accompanied by Wang Hai himself.
Wu Mingyue, who was standing at the window, returned to the dressing table and looked at the bronze mirror, just looking at it.
Looking at her bloodless face in the bronze mirror, Wu Mingyue's eyes were empty.
She already guessed what was going on.
She knew Shen Tu Ming very well, and she also knew that the housekeeper Zong Zhimei was a despicable person at heart. She also knew how hysterical Shen Tu Ming was when he went crazy, like a mad dog.
She even guessed what these two people would do, using the most vicious language and making up the most shameful things to continuously attack her and slander him.
But there were many things that she couldn't explain, and she didn't know if Han You would listen to her explanation.
Wu Mingyue could not help but ask herself, if it were herself, would she believe something.
If I were told that unspeakable secret, would I believe it if I were myself?
Wu Mingyue wanted to leave, she didn't want to be bullied anymore.
But every time she wanted to go down the stairs, she held on to a glimmer of hope, but it was just hope that quickly turned into despair.
Just sitting there like this, waiting and fearing.
The sound of footsteps was heard, and Wu Mingyue began to tremble for no reason. She didn't even dare to look back, and didn't dare to see what Han You's expression would look like when he came up.
Han You, do you believe it?
If you explain yourself, will Han You believe you?
The sound of footsteps and breathing came closer and closer, until she saw Han You in the bronze mirror sitting on the bed minding his own business, Wu Mingyue finally mustered up the courage to look back.
Han You tugged at the front of his Confucian robe, threw a red box on the table, and said with a smile: "This is for you."
Wu Mingyue was full of surprises. Just when she was about to open the box, she suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood, and her face suddenly turned pale.
"Inside is... is..."
Wu Mingyue was extremely nervous, and Han You's smile slowly changed in her eyes.
"Open it and see for yourself."
Han You took off his shoes, leaned back and supported the bed with his hands: "A congratulatory gift from the Shentu Mansion."
"Shentu Mansion?!"
Wu Mingyue's face turned pale, and she kept shaking her head as if avoiding the plague: "No, I don't want it, take it away, throw it out, I don't want it!"
"What's wrong?" Han You didn't understand: "It's not a hidden weapon. Just open it and take a look. You will definitely like it."
Wu Mingyue stared at Han You, her long eyelashes trembling.
"Okay, I...I'll open it."
Taking a deep breath, Wu Mingyue slowly opened the box.
With a scream, the box fell to the ground, and the tongue was half cut off, which was shocking.
Han You was also startled: "Aren't you a doctor? Are you still afraid of this thing?"
"You..." Wu Mingyue kept retreating and shouted in horror: "What do you mean!"
"Where are you thinking?" Han You said angrily: "That good-for-nothing Shen Tuming and his housekeeper Zong Zhimei came to make trouble and slander you, saying that you are not a good girl. I will cut off his tongue and tell the world." , this is what will happen if you slander you. If anyone dares to slander you again, I will kill him..."
Before she finished speaking, Wu Mingyue suddenly rushed up, her crystal clear tears falling down.
Han You didn't even react before Wu Mingyue threw him on the bed.
"This is the most precious gift I've ever received, the most precious gift."
Wu Mingyue, who was riding on Han You, looked increasingly confused. Before Han You could speak, cold and soft lips pressed against hers.
Wu Mingyue's movements became more and more wild, and she even began to bite Han You's lips, murmuring, as if she was talking about something, but also as if she was gibbering.
The clothes were torn off extremely roughly, as was the skirt.
Han You couldn't get up at all. His chest felt cold, then hot, soft, and very heavy.
"Husband..."
Wu Mingyue closed her eyes and kept muttering, "Want me, want me."
He whispered that he wanted me, but Wu Mingyue completely took the initiative. His beautiful curves were visible at a glance, and she pressed tightly against Han You's chest.
Wu Mingyue suddenly straightened up, but Han You couldn't see her face.
With a cry, Han You held his breath, and Wu Mingyue's smooth shoulders couldn't stop trembling.
"Husband, I am not a virgin."
Tears slowly slid down along the astonishing curve. Wu Mingyue, who was blushing and holding back the pain, bit her lip tightly, trying hard to adapt and cater.
"It has nothing to do with Shen Tuming, it's me... myself..."
Wu Mingyue's voice became quieter and quieter, while Han You didn't dare to move at all.
It turned out that Han You's worries were not unnecessary. Wu Mingyuexiang was dripping with sweat and her shoulders were still trembling.
Han You hugged Wu Mingyue tenderly: "Don't wrong yourself."
Slowly sitting up, Han You put Wu Mingyue down on the bed: "Take a rest, you don't need to force me to please me, never."
Wu Mingyue's face was red with embarrassment, she nodded slightly, but said softly: "But I want to please my husband."
After finishing speaking, Wu Mingyue suddenly noticed the half of the tongue on the ground, and then, as if he had been injected with blood, he turned over again and caught Brother Han You off guard.
Still not having time to react, Wu Mingyue resisted the discomfort, leaned over and hugged Han You, hugging him tighter and tighter, her nails almost piercing into Han You's flesh.
Han You could only endure the pain, trying to cooperate and guide.
It was unspeakable, shameful, and no need to be described in words. Wu Mingyue's movements became more and more bold, and even gradually became rough and wild.
The tears hanging under the eyelashes fell one after another, sliding down and mixing with the sweat.
Han You was completely passive. He wanted to take the initiative many times, but he couldn't. Since he couldn't take the initiative, he could only take other things.
Han You's shoulder was injured and he could only control it with one hand. Unexpectedly, the increasingly crazy Wu Mingyue grabbed his other arm and helped him control the other side that he was not supposed to control.
Han You's palm is not small, but there are some things that he still can't grasp.
The long hair that was tied up high seemed to be falling down, swaying slightly, covering Wu Mingyue's flawless side face.
Wu Mingyue didn't care about the rules. She just used the most primitive behavior and instinct to express her love for Han You, as if she wanted to vent something, crying, laughing, and biting her lips tightly. He made a sound that made Han You distraught.
After a long time, Wu Mingyue suddenly cried loudly again, his shoulders shaking violently, and finally slowly lay on Han You's body.
Han You gasped for air and patted Wu Mingyue's smooth back gently.
Young Master Han felt that he was about to collapse. He never thought that even this kind of passivity would consume so much energy.
She moved her body slightly, trying to take something back, but Wu Mingyue suddenly hugged him tightly again, as if she wanted to integrate him into her body.
Han You stopped moving, and Wu Mingyue, who was taking a deep breath, stopped moving and slowly relaxed.
After a long time, Wu Mingyue's breathing gradually stabilized.
Han You said softly: "You never need to be afraid here. Rest, I know you are very tired, have a good sleep..."
Before she finished speaking, Wu Mingyue suddenly sat up straight again, her eyes as charming as silk, and her breath as soft as blue.
"I'm not tired, so don't be tired either!"
The candle in front of the window was a little weak. A strong wind blew, and the flames became more intense and had to be strong.
