When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

Xie Changyan felt a pang of pain in his heart. He held her stubbornly and didn't let go. "No."

His lips gently pressed against Jiang Song's neck, his voice slightly hoarse, "Song'er, don't you want me anymore?"

Jiang Song's body stiffened instantly. She opened her eyes suddenly and met a pair of phoenix eyes filled with tears. The surging emotions in those eyes seemed to drown her.

At this moment, she saw her own reflection in his eyes, so small, yet so clear, occupying his entire field of vision.

She had never seen Xie Changyan behave so miserably.

In her impression, he has always been calm, self-possessed, dignified and upright, and he remains calm even when the world collapses in front of him.

But now, he was crying.

Jiang Song's heart suddenly softened, and she whispered, "Let go first, I can't breathe."

Xie Changyan quickly let go of Jiang Song and rubbed her red wrist, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Jiang Song didn't say anything, but just stood up from his legs silently and sat back in the seat opposite him.

"Song'er, come back with me."

"it is good."

She still had some unfinished business in the imperial capital, so she had to return to the Xie Mansion.

She always sees things through to the end.

Seeing Jiang Song agree, Xie Changyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

As long as she is willing to go back with him, everything can be turned around.

The two sat opposite each other, speechless for a while.

Xie Changyan personally poured a cup of tea for Jiang Song and pushed it in front of her. "Have a cup of tea first and rest for a while, then we'll go back."

Jiang Song picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of tea filled the air, which was her favorite taste.

She looked up at Xie Changyan and found that he seemed much more haggard, with a faint dark blue tint under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not had a good rest in the past few days.

He has been waiting for her?

A complex emotion flashed through Jiang Song's heart, and she lowered her eyes to hide the fluctuations in them.

"Have you been in Kirigakure Castle these past few days?"

"Well, I'm waiting for you."

Xie Changyan looked at Jiang Song steadily, his eyes as deep as the sea. "If you don't come back, I will go look for you."

His tone was firm and persistent, which made Jiang Song's heart tremble.

She suddenly remembered what he had said once -

"Song'er, if you dare to run away, I will chase you back no matter where you go!"

She thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously.

But now it seems that he really does what he says.

On the way back, neither of them broke the silence, but the atmosphere was surprisingly not awkward.

Xie Changyan would occasionally glance at Jiang Song out of the corner of her eye, and whenever she looked up, she would always meet his tender eyes.

After arriving at Xie's house, Xie Changyan followed Jiang Song all the way back to Xunmeiju, still showing no intention of leaving.

"I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room and rest first." Jiang Song stopped and turned to Xie Changyan and said.

Jiang Song said this, turned around and walked towards his room.

"Song'er!"

Xie Changyan called Jiang Song and quickly took a few steps to catch up with her.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you shouldn't overwork. I've asked Xiuyun to prepare a medicinal bath. You can take a bath and then rest."

Jiang Song paused, looked back at Xie Changyan, and nodded, "Thank you."

After saying that, she turned around and continued walking towards the room, with Xie Changyan following closely behind her.

Seeing this, Xiuyun retreated tactfully.

After returning to the room, Jiang Song walked straight into the inner room and saw a steaming bathtub placed behind the screen.

She reached out to test the water temperature and found it was just right, so she took off her outer clothes and stepped into the bathtub wearing only her underwear.

Xie Changyan stood by and watched her until she was completely immersed in the water, then he turned and walked outside.

As Jiang Song soaked in the medicinal bath, she felt all the pores on her body open up, and streams of warm currents flowed throughout her body, soothing her tired body and restless meridians.

She closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard footsteps approaching from afar, followed by the sound of a door being pushed open.

Jiang Song opened his eyes and saw Xie Changyan walking in with a bowl of hot soup.

"After taking a bath, drink some hot soup, you will feel better."

He handed the porcelain bowl to Jiang Song, his eyes casually sweeping over her shoulders and collarbone exposed above the water.

Jiang Song's skin is very white, the kind of crystal clear jade white, which looks even more attractive in the misty water vapor.

Xie Changyan's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. He quickly retracted his gaze, turned around and sat down on the soft couch beside him.

After drinking the hot soup, Jiang Song stood up from the bathtub, dried his body, changed into a thin nightgown, and walked in front of Xie Changyan.

"Thank you." She said softly, with a hint of laziness in her voice, as if she had just finished taking a bath.

Xie Changyan looked up at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders, making her little face look even more delicate and picturesque.

The collar of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing the undulating curves of her chest, which was very alluring.

He suddenly recalled their wedding night. Her slender figure looked even more delicate under the red candlelight. The beauty of that night seemed to be still before his eyes.

That night, Jiang Song was gentle and charming. He took advantage of the fragrance of the medicine prepared by Doctor Xue to possess her without any scruples. From then on, he became addicted to her and could never let her go.

Xie Changyan suddenly came to his senses and suppressed the lustful thoughts in his heart. He walked to Jiang Song and said, "Your hair is still wet. Let me wring it out for you."

Jiang Song was slightly startled, then nodded, handed the towel in his hand to him, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Xie Changyan gently twisted Jiang Song's hair, and his fingers occasionally touched her skin inadvertently, causing Jiang Song to tremble slightly.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

In the mirror, their eyes met and their emotions flowed.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Song's hair was finally wrung out.

Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, exuding the fragrance of jasmine.

Xie Changyan stared at Jiang Song quietly, the love in his eyes becoming more and more intense, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Jiang Song stood up and turned his head slightly to avoid Xie Changyan's fiery gaze.

"Want to take a break?"

"Ah."

Jiang Song responded softly, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

She turned over with her back to Xie Changyan, and only heard the sound of him undressing. Then, the other side of the bed sank slightly, and Xie Changyan also lay down.

The room was silent, with only the sound of each other's breathing intertwined.

Jiang Song closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep, but his heart was beating like a drum.

For some unknown reason, she did not ask Xie Changyan to stay with her. Even when he stayed, she felt a little secretly happy in her heart.

Jiang Song! You must have lost your mind to lust!

She secretly despised herself in her heart.

In the darkness, Xie Changyan quietly looked at Jiang Song's back, his eyes so gentle that tears could drip from them.

He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but was afraid of disturbing her, so in the end, it just stopped in mid-air.