Southerners

Chapter 96

His reaction made Meng Huan even more unhappy.

Just don't like touching him?

Then I will touch it.

Meng Huan exerted strength with his hands, pulled the man into his arms, and hugged him.

Song Zhi's body was very stiff.

Meng Huan lowered his head, bit the skin on the side of his neck, and whispered: "You hate me so much?"

"No...no." Song Zhi closed her eyes and said.

Still completely perfunctory.

Meng Huan was extremely annoyed, why wouldn't he be more honest with me?

Bringing the man to the bed and pressing him down, Meng Huan pressed on Song Zhi's body, the body under his hands was trembling slightly, obviously afraid or resisting.

Meng Huan kissed Song Zhi's lips, maybe it couldn't be called a kiss, it was more like a venting bite, and the mouths of the two soon smelled of rust.

Song Zhi was in pain, clutching the bedding with her fingers, forcing herself to accept it all.

After Meng Huan kissed, he leaned into his ear and whispered, his voice was soft and the air was hot: "If you don't want to, I can stop."

Meng Huan thought that this was his last patience with Song Zhi.

However, Song Zhi shook her head, opened her eyes and looked at Meng Huan: "No...young master, come here."

How could a male favorite refuse the master's blessing?Song Zhi thought so.

"You degrade yourself like this, Song Zilan." Meng Huan gritted his teeth and said, "You degrade yourself like this, and you also degrade me."

"Aren't you heartless?" Meng Huan said angrily, and with force on his hand, "Hiss!", he tore Song Zhi's clothes roughly.

The slightly cool air sticks to the skin.

Song Zhi bit her lip and closed her eyes, pretending not to hear Meng Huan's words.

Even if he made a fool of himself, he would never have sex with Meng Huan while Xiu Niang was still lying on the bed recovering from her injuries.

Meng Huan's actions were still rough, as if he was punishing him, as well as himself, blood flowed from the joint where the two were joined, Song Zhi's complexion was pale with pain, sweating profusely, but she gritted her teeth. Ken made a noise.

The more he behaved like this, Meng Huan wanted to force him to scream.

Meng Huan pressed Song Zhi's leg, lowered his head and bit the skin on his chest, leaving red tooth marks, almost tearing the skin.

pain.

But Meng Huan just wanted him to be hurt.

"Didn't you know how to bark before? Why didn't you say anything today?" Meng Huan pinched Song Zhi's chin and looked at him coldly.

Song Zhi didn't cry out, tears flowed out first, it hurt.

But the crying is also silent, the tears just flow down from the corners of the eyes, flow into the temples, and melt together with the sweat.

"Does it hurt?" Meng Huan said, "If it hurts, just remember it for me and don't make me angry again."

Perhaps it was the pain that made people psychologically fragile, or perhaps it was the unbearable sex in such a situation. Song Zhi opened her mouth and uttered the first sentence. Joyful murmurs mingled together:

"I...I will be good, young master."

Meng Huan, who had expected him to say something nice, squeezed Song Zhi's wrist after hearing this, and whispered: "Don't grab the bedding, your hands can only hold me."

There is no such thing as autonomy.

Song Zhi was forced to raise her hand and climbed onto Meng Huan's shoulder.

The pain may be endless.

But Song Zhi forced herself to wake up, no matter who it was, Yu Menghuan or Xiuniang, this was the punishment he deserved.

In the past, after doing this in the past, Song Zhi would probably faint, but today he gritted his teeth and persisted. Although his consciousness was chaotic, ups and downs, and tears flowed too much in his eyes, he couldn't shed them. He was sober and tortured.

When Meng Huan finished everything, Song Zhi lay on the bed as if struggling, her body ached from top to bottom, from inside to outside.He didn't want to move anymore, even the eyeballs seemed to be stiff.

Meng Huan didn't want to see Song Zhi as a dead person, so he put on his clothes and left, didn't stay long, and didn't clean up for Song Zhi.

After Meng Huan left, Song Zhicai struggled to move, pulled the quilt for herself, her face, which could no longer cry, was stiffened by the wiped tears.

Song Zhi thought sadly, since when did this matter between him and Meng Huan turn into Meng Huan's unilateral punishment on him.

He remembered a time ago when it wasn't.

At that time, everything was as beautiful as the love in the playbook, like the story between Wanyan Shouma and Wang Jinbang in "The Eunuch's Discipline", although his father opposed him, he was able to overcome many difficulties and dangers, and finally Completely cultivated.

But playbooks are playbooks.

Wanyan Shouma was able to overcome his father's obstruction, but Meng Huan was unable to defeat Huduhu, nor could he defeat the entire Yuan court.

Wang Jinbang could abandon everything and follow Wanyan Shouma, but Song Zhi could not.

I wanted to rest for a while before cleaning up my body, but Song Zhi fell asleep after lying down.

In her sleep, Song Zhi felt the warmth and familiar aura in Meng Huan's arms. Instinct made him approach, but reason kept him away. He frowned, at a loss.

Meng Huan seemed to be cleaning his body, but Meng Huan hadn't done such gentle movements for a long time, so Song Zhi felt like she was having a beautiful dream, in which there were no such obstacles between them, he and Meng Huan lives together simply and happily.

What kind of place is that?

It's a bit like Lin'an, where the flowers are red and the willows are green in spring. There are ducks swimming in the river in early spring, and from time to time they stick their pointed mouths into the water to eat a small fish.

There are weeping willows on the bank of the river, and the weeping willows sway gently in the spring breeze.

Song Zhi was sitting by the river sketching, painting this spring scene, but as she continued to draw, what gradually took shape on the drawing paper was Meng Huan, who was sleeping on all fours, under the willow tree next to him, leaning on the big trunk.

Meng Huan's face was covered with a book to block the sun.Originally, I accompanied him out to paint, but fell asleep halfway.

Reluctantly, Song Zhi took the ink-stained pen and poked him on his exposed chin, adding a few beards to Meng Huan, who was still unconscious in his sleep.

Song Zhi couldn't help covering her mouth and secretly laughing, but she started to feel sad again as she smiled.

Song Zhi in her dream couldn't figure out why she was sad.Until he felt a soft kiss on his forehead.

It was Meng Huan's kiss from Beyond Dreams.

Song Zhi's heart was filled with depression, she pushed unconsciously, but was hugged even tighter, Meng Huan seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear clearly, and lost consciousness again.

Originally, after Meng Huan left Song Zhi's place, he didn't intend to come back, but he heard that Xiu Niang woke up again and clamored to see Song Zhi. Temperament intends to ask.

Unexpectedly, after entering the room, she found that Song Zhi had fallen asleep just like that.

Meng Huan was annoyed at him, why didn't he know how to cherish his body?He condescended to clean up for Song Zhi. After cleaning up, this man was clearly asleep and pushed him in his sleep. Meng Huan was even more annoyed and locked him in his arms.

"Since you are asleep, please be quiet and don't force me to wake you up again."

But the person in his arms didn't seem to hear it, he thumped and fell asleep again.

Meng Huan was very annoyed at him, and he would get angry even if he looked at him too much. Seeing that he was asleep, he turned around and left, and ordered people to go back to Xiuniang, but Song Zhi fell asleep.

How do you sleep in broad daylight?Meng Huan knew that Xiuniang might have such doubts, but it didn't matter, Meng Huan just wanted to let Xiuniang know that Song Zhi belonged to him, and could only belong to him.

Xiu Niang's injury gradually recovered. She knew from the people below that Song Zhi traded her life for herself, so she didn't seek death. Don't dare to neglect your body.

It's not that she cares about her own life, it's just that the young master rescued her, and she can't let herself have anything until the young master is free.

Meng Huan didn't know what Xiuniang was thinking, and he didn't want to know, as long as Xiuniang didn't seek death to cause trouble for him, Meng Huan wouldn't bother to talk to Xiuniang at all.

On the other hand, Chuoman really complied with Meng Huan's guess, and started to run to him every now and then, with a sense of sight to cultivate a relationship.

Meng Huan was tired enough to deal with Song Zhi constantly, and he had to deal with this eldest lady, and the tiredness added to the tiredness, and Meng Huan was exhausted physically and mentally.

When he was extremely tired, he went to find Song Zhi, although Song Zhi would only annoy him now, but Meng Huan was strangely calm only when he saw Song Zhi.

He has temporarily ignored whether he is a favorite or not, he just wants to keep Song Zhi by his side first, so that any conflicts can be resolved slowly.

Because from the bottom of Song Zhi's heart, he was there after all.

Because that jade pendant was hidden by Song Zhi like a treasure, and most people couldn't see it.Meng Huan asked once, but Song Zhi refused to respond, so Meng Huan stopped asking.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Meng Huan said that he wanted to make up for the regrets of last year, so he took people to Jishuitan to enjoy the moon.

The next day was Song Zhi's birthday again.

Meng Huan put in a lot of effort to hold a very grand birthday for Song Zhi in the Meng Mansion, and invited some friends to come.

Meng Huan was willing to introduce Song Zhi to these people, but Song Zhi took it as a humiliation, and there was no smile except for a fake smile all day long.

Playing on every occasion, Song Zhi found that she had really learned it.

The Song Zhi who had sworn at the beginning that she would not play tricks on the occasion was gone, and was buried in the knife of Huduhu.

Others don't know, but Meng Huan knows it very well, no matter how impeccable Song Zhi's smile is, her heart is indifferent.

So after this day, Meng Huan refused to take Song Zhi to see anyone else.

The meeting between Song Zhi and Xiu Niang was also strictly restricted, only with the consent of Meng Huan himself to meet, and when they talked, there must be someone beside them.

By now, everyone below knew that Song Zhi was about to fall out of favor.

As a result, the happiest people in the Meng Mansion are none other than the beauties that the emperor rewarded at the beginning of the year.

While they were delighted to learn that Song Zhi was under house arrest, they tried hard to hook up with their master by using what they had learned all along.

It stands to reason that Meng Huan would not want to touch other women, but he was frustrated by Song Zhi's every time. After drinking one day, Meng Huan went to the bed of a certain beauty in a daze, only to realize something was wrong when he woke up the next day.

But it was too late to repent, the beauty fell in his arms, begging him for grace shyly and coquettishly.

I don't know what kind of mentality it was, Meng Huan rewarded her with a bunch of expensive things, and gave her a few close maids to order, and turned around to tell Song Zhi, but Song Zhi didn't lift her eyelids, just "oh "A cry.

Two days later, the rumor that the beauty would replace Song Zhi spread throughout the Meng Mansion. Except for Lian Er, all the people who served under Song Zhi's hands showed their favor to their new favorite and suppressed Song Zhi. Zhi, the intensity is comparable to a harem fight.

Song Zhi was still silent, Meng Huan ran to the beauty's house every three days in order to get angry with him, and not long after that, the news came from all over the Meng residence.

Their master, Meng Huan, General Meng, welcomed his first heir.

The author has something to say:

I can't set up flags blindly in the future... I wrote in the middle of the night that I fainted, and I haven't stayed up so late for a long time, crying