After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

In fact, Song Xizhi quickly understood what she meant.

She tried to raise her neck and slightly open her mouth, but felt as if her throat was blocked, and she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Seeing her silent demeanor, the man assumed she didn't understand his intentions, so he patiently explained in a soft voice.

“The guards are still suspicious and are standing at the door listening for any noise. We must call them out so they can hear us.”

The man's hot breath pressed against her ear, and in such a stimulating environment, she felt somewhat...

Feeling his heart pounding wildly, Song Xizhi closed his eyes and suppressed all his thoughts.

She tried to open her mouth again, but after taking a breath, her throat was like a cannon that had gone out, and she couldn't make a sound.

Her eyes were red as she looked at the man so close to her, then abruptly lowered her head, which she had been holding up, and shook her head helplessly at He Jingyan.

"I...can't call out."

The man paused, a look of surprise on his face: "Can't you call out?"

Song Xizhi closed his eyes briefly, then nodded again: "Yes, I've never called it that way. I really can't."

To her shame, she had never called him that in either of her two lifetimes.

He Jingyan remained silent for a moment.

With each breath, far too much time has been wasted.

The guards who were originally standing guard at the door gradually became impatient, and their suspicions grew. They took a few more steps forward.

Just then, He Jingyan tightened his fingers slightly and loosened the silk binding Song Xizhi's ankles again.

He suddenly sat up and knelt before Song Xizhi, his wrists once again clinging to the silk satin, wrapping himself up.

The unique movements make the muscle contours of a man's chest and back more defined.

In the flickering light, the man appeared different from his gentle, refined, and radiant appearance during the day.

His agile figure exuded a primal and mysterious power, and his deep eyes were incredibly aggressive.

Song Xizhi propped herself up on the bed with her hands, and saw the man's sexy thin lips part slightly as he mouthed, "Hit me."

Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback, his eyes widened, and he even doubted whether he had seen it wrong.

But the man remained kneeling, his dark eyes unfathomable: "Whip me."

Song Xizhi suddenly came to his senses and finally understood.

She immediately took out various leather whips from the cabinet next to her and lashed them fiercely at the man.

The whip is specially designed to not harm the body, but it can still cause pain.

The man trembled slightly, the silk hanging from the beam swayed gently, then he frowned slightly and lowered his body.

A low groan escaped uncontrollably from his lips.

The voice was so soothing that Song Xizhi's legs went weak.

She gritted her teeth and lashed out at He Jingyan with the whip again.

The man swayed slightly, his eyes reddened, and all his muscles tensed up.

The sound of his breathing became louder and louder.

The guards outside the door were about to walk forward, but upon hearing the commotion, they suddenly stopped.

The two men exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a knowing look: "That man's moans are truly captivating!"

Hearing the older guard's words, the younger guard pondered for a moment, still feeling that something was amiss:

"Our darkroom has always been used only for women to entertain high-ranking officials and nobles, but just now the voice that came out was a man's..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old guard, who had been smiling meaningfully, immediately stopped smiling.

He was about to say something when, at that moment, there was movement inside the room again.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared on the thin window paper, as if someone had suddenly lit a candle.

The flickering candlelight cast a dim yellow glow, illuminating the blurry shadows of a man and a woman inside the room.

They could vaguely see that the man's hands were bound and his sideburns were somewhat disheveled.

The woman then poured the candle she was holding onto the man, causing him to tremble slightly and let out a soft gasp.

The woman's voice was stern: "Lord Wu, kneel down, kneel before me."

The man's body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something, but he still obediently knelt down.

The flame in the woman's hand went out again.

Seeing the scene before him, the older guard finally dispelled all his doubts and secretly smiled at the younger guard.

"You're new here, you don't understand yet."

"Luckily I was there to stop you, lest you offend the important person in your recklessness."

The young guard looked at his older brother with some confusion: "What does this mean?"

The old guard smiled mysteriously: "These high-ranking officials have unusual hobbies. Some like to beat people, while others like to be beaten."

"That guy just now liked getting beaten up."

He shook his head, pressed his hand on the longsword beside him, and walked out again: "These are all secrets."

Those who enjoy hitting others don't want anyone to know their true nature, and those who enjoy being hit are even more unwilling to let anyone know!

"If you had suspected something was wrong and rushed in, disturbing that Lord Wu, your head would be rolling on the ground tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the young guard hurriedly went up and followed the older guard.

He patted his chest, still shaken, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sworn brother!"

As the footsteps of the two guards faded into the distance, Song Xizhi and He Jingyan inside the room finally relaxed as if they had been granted a pardon.

Song Xizhi hurriedly put down the whip in his hand, went to He Jingyan's side, bent down to help him remove the candles from his body, and quickly untied the restraints on his wrists.

If it weren't for Zhao Qingshu, she would never have imagined that she would one day need such a thing.

Thinking about it, Song Xizhi hurriedly reached out to cool his burning cheeks.

"Are you ok?"

She rubbed her face and looked down at He Jingyan with concern.

But when Song Xizhi met the man's deep eyes and followed his gaze downwards, all she saw was her own undergarment.

She suddenly reached out and covered her chest.

"He Jingyan, what are you looking at!"

Upon hearing this, the man slowly raised his eyes and met her gaze.

His eyes were filled with intense, unfathomable emotions.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed once, and then his hoarse voice rang in Song Xizhi's ears:

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Song Xizhi shuddered, and his eye twitched as he looked at him.

Oh no! She just casually lashed out with the whip twice, and it actually gave this man in front of her a good time.

When the man squinted at her, Song Xizhi sensed a dangerous aura.

She shifted her position and took a few steps back, sitting on the bed to recover. Then she swallowed hard and said, "There's nothing I can do if I can't hold back. Just bear with it a little longer."

Upon hearing this, the man lifted his eyelids and looked at her intently, but ultimately shook his head with a smile.

It's unclear how much time passed before the two people sitting at the head and foot of the bed finally came to their senses.

Song Xizhi, thinking about the night clothes under the bedding, quickly crawled to the corner and pulled them out.

But a man's voice rang out softly in the darkness: "If you want to look for other clues, you can't wear these clothes."

Song Xizhi thought about it and agreed. Now that they had infiltrated the area, if they could conceal their appearance, they could openly sneak out to check the situation.