In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Zhao Sihan walked on the corridor in the backyard of the embroidery workshop, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes.

Li Zimo walked half a step ahead, his back as straight as a green pine, and the jade pendant on his waist swayed gently with his steps, making a pleasant sound.

"Come in." Li Zimo pushed open the carved wooden door and stepped aside to let Zhao Sihan go first.

The familiar scent of incense hit Zhao Sihan's face, and she paused - this was the embroidery room where they had made love yesterday.

The sunlight shines through the red gauze window, giving the embroidery frame and the low couch a warm color.

Her eyes involuntarily fell on the large embroidered cushion, and all the absurd scenes of yesterday suddenly appeared before her eyes.

"Why don't you come in?" Li Zimo's voice sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed her earlobe.

Zhao Sihan trembled all over, his legs suddenly became weak, and he almost fell down.

Li Zimo quickly grabbed her waist, his palm just touching the spot where she had been bruised yesterday.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, but pressed lightly with his fingers as if mischievously.

Zhao Sihan took a deep breath and her cheeks suddenly felt hot.

She wanted to break free, but Li Zimo took her into the room.

The door closed behind him with a soft click, like a silent announcement.

"Why... did you bring me here..." Zhao Sihan's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and his eyes were wandering.

Li Zimo chuckled and lifted her chin with his fingertips: "Mrs. Lin was here yesterday and I liked her very much."

This name made Zhao Sihan feel a sting in his heart.

She is now a truly homeless soul, so how can she still be called "Mrs. Lin"?

But Li Zimo insisted on calling her that, as if to remind her of something.

"Don't call me Mrs. Lin..." She lowered her eyes, "Call me Sihan..."

"No." Li Zimo refused flatly, and stroked her slightly trembling lips with his thumb.

"You are Mrs. Lin, and you will always be."

His kiss came suddenly, domineeringly and without leaving any room for negotiation.

Zhao Sihan uttered a "hmm" and put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but Li Zimo grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the door panel.

The coolness of the sandalwood door seeped into her back through her thin clothes, while in front of her was the man's hot body. The stimulation of both ice and fire made her mind go blank.

Li Zimo's kissing skills are superb. His tongue skillfully pried open her teeth and wantonly grabbed her breath.

Zhao Sihan gradually gave up resistance and her body softened honestly in his arms.

When Li Zimo's hand reached into her clothes, she let out a moan that sounded like crying and sighing.

"Look," Li Zimo whispered in her ear, a smug smile in his voice, "your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Zhao Sihan was extremely ashamed and angry, but she couldn't refute.

She really longed for this man's touch, even though her mind told her how unbearable it was.

She had just been kicked out of the house by her legal wife, and the next moment she was enjoying the pleasure of being in the arms of another man as he said. If this were to get out, she would never be able to hold her head up high in her life.

"Let me go...I...we shouldn't..." She protested weakly, but it was more like an invitation that she wanted to refuse but was not.

Li Zimo ignored her and untied her belt with one hand.

The silk skirt embroidered with gold thread slid to the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

The only thing left on Zhao Sihan's body was a lilac-colored bellyband, which Li Zimo had put on her personally after they had made love yesterday.

"So beautiful." Li Zimo exclaimed, hooking his fingers on the bellyband straps and pulling gently.

The silk cloth fell and Zhao Sihan hurriedly covered her chest, but was picked up by Li Zimo around the waist.

Before she knew it, she was already placed on the embroidery cushion.

The cool silk surface pressed against her bare skin, causing her to shudder.

"Don't... not here..." she begged, and the crazy memories of yesterday on the embroidered cushion came back like a tide.

Li Zimo knelt on one knee and looked up at her panicked expression: "Why not? Didn't Madam Lin enjoy herself yesterday?"

His fingers moved slowly up her calves, igniting clusters of flames wherever they passed.

Zhao Sihan bit her lower lip, trying hard not to make any embarrassing sounds.

But when Li Zimo's lips touched her inner thigh, all her restraint collapsed.

"Ah!" She screamed and inserted her fingers into Li Zimo's hair, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Li Zimo chuckled and teased her even more.

Zhao Sihan raised her head, her neck forming a graceful arc, her hair had loosened at some point, and her long black hair fell like a waterfall.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only her body's most instinctive reactions.

"Look at me." Li Zimo suddenly ordered.

Zhao Sihan opened her eyes hazily and found that Li Zimo had stood up and was slowly unbuttoning his belt.

His eyes were like torches, gazing straight into the depths of her soul.

That naked possessiveness made her both scared and excited.

"Say you want me." Li Zimo leaned over, his nose almost touching hers, "Say you are my Mrs. Lin."

Zhao Sihan opened her mouth, and shame almost overwhelmed her.

But the desire deep in my body eventually overcame my reason.

"I...I am your..." Her voice was as thin as a thread, "your Mrs. Lin..."

This answer seemed to please Li Zimo.

He kissed her as a reward. Zhao Sihan gasped and dug her nails deep into the muscles of his back.

Yesterday's memories overlapped with her current feelings, and waves of pleasure came over her like a tide, pushing her to the brink of dizziness.

"Gentle...mm..." She begged for mercy intermittently, but was kissed even more fiercely in return.

The embroidered cushion creaked under the weight of the two people's movements.

Zhao Sihan turned her face away in shame, but saw her dissolute appearance in the bronze mirror - her hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, and there were tears in her eyes. Where was the dignity of a lady?

Zhao Sihan wanted to scream and cover up, but there was nowhere to escape. In the end, all her thoughts vanished.

"Ah!" She screamed uncontrollably, her body shaking violently.

Li Zimo followed closely behind, leaving a distinct kiss mark on her neck.

The two of them hugged each other breathlessly, their sweat mixed together.

After her breathing calmed down, Li Zimo gently tidied her hair: "My Madam Lin..."

Zhao Sihan closed her eyes tiredly and let him do whatever he wanted.

At this moment, she was willing to forget all the unbearable things and just be his "Mrs. Lin".

"Take a break."

He kissed Zhao Sihan's forehead lightly and held her in his arms.

Mrs. Lin was leaning lazily on her chest.

"Just follow me from now on, okay?"

Zhao Sihan nodded, then hit him lightly and said, "I see. You bad guy, you knew she just lost her husband, but you still deliberately teased her."

"Take a break."

Li Zimo's lips gently fell on Zhao Sihan's sweaty forehead, and he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Sihan felt soft and weak all over, melting in his arms like a pool of spring water, her cheek pressed against his strong chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

The embroidery room was still filled with the musky scent after love affairs, mixed with the sweetness of incense.

The sunlight filtered through the crimson screen, casting mottled shadows on the two intertwined bodies.

"Just follow me from now on, okay?"

Li Zimo's fingers carelessly twisted her loose black hair, and his voice was filled with laziness after being satisfied.

Zhao Sihan nodded gently on his chest, her hair rubbing against his skin, causing a slight itch.

She raised her fist and hit him lightly, her eyes full of anger: "I know, you bad guy."

Her voice was still hoarse from the emotion, "You knew she just lost her husband, but you still deliberately teased her..."