Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

He paused, then added, "Perfect, we can shower together."

boom--

Song Hanchuan's face cracked.

"It's just...just a little something..."

"Oh, stop being so fussy and shy. We're going to live together sooner or later. What on you is there that I can't see?"

Song Hanchuan was a handsome and refined man with a reliable and considerate nature.

He'll step up when things get tough, and even when things are fine, he'll stay by your side through thick and thin, like a gentle stream flowing through life.

He exudes a strong sense of being a married man.

Liu Zhiyi wasn't stupid; naturally, she had no reason to let him go.

Song Hanchuan's face was flushed.

Stiff and dazed, he was pulled by Liu Zhiyi's sleeve to the edge of the bathtub.

"Will you take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

Liu Zhiyi was originally shy, but she didn't expect this man to be so clueless.

Even now, she was still in a daze, completely lost in thought. As a result, her initial shyness faded away without her even realizing it.

On the contrary, there was a sense of forced sexual intercourse, while Song Hanchuan next to him looked like a virtuous young man being coerced.

Liu Zhiyi secretly rubbed her forehead.

"Why don't you wash first, and I'll wash later..."

People with disabilities often feel inferior. Her reaction today was too sudden; we shouldn't have pushed her so hard. Perhaps we should let it go for now and take it slowly later?

"it is good."

"what?"

Xiaoyi, wait for me.

Song Hanchuan muttered to himself before pursing his lips and saying, "I'm not tired, you go ahead and wash."

A deep male voice sounded from above her head, and Liu Zhiyi knew in her heart that she had been rejected.

In an instant, the expression on his face gradually faded.

During this time, she thought they had already reached a mutual understanding, but she never expected that it was all just wishful thinking on her part.

She disliked ambiguous relationships and decided to make things clear and bring it out into the open.

"Song Hanchuan, I want to know why you rejected me. I like you, and I thought you felt the same way, so I invited you to come with me. You didn't want to, and I want to know why?"

Song Hanchuan paused for a moment,

The rumors were true. Although he appeared to be without any disabilities and no different from a normal person, in reality, he was taken in by the emperor when he was fifteen years old, and at the same time, he began to take secret medicine.

Once a month, without fail.

Although he induced vomiting after each dose of the medication after gaining the other party's trust, over the course of five years, his scrotum had likely already...

In addition, the moment of revenge has come to a critical juncture.

Success or failure hinges on this moment. If he succeeds, he might be able to grant Xiaoyi a bright and promising future.

But what if we lose?

He will surely be reduced to ashes. What will happen to his little one then? Will she struggle and grieve as he did when he was a child?

"I have always considered myself your elder brother. Don't worry, I will personally prepare your dowry and choose a good husband for you in the future. I hope you will have a happy and smooth life."

Song Hanchuan's voice was soft and his expression was gentle and mild.

"Just an older brother?"

Song Hanchuan clenched his fist under his sleeve, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Xiao Yi, I am just a disabled person."

Liu Zhiyi frowned. How come she remembered that he reacted when they accidentally touched each other once?

Could there be a mistake?

But that's not the key point. "Song Hanchuan, I want you."

She looked up, her eyes sparkling as if filled with scattered stars.

He spoke firmly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Song Hanchuan, I want you. No matter what you are like, I want you and only want you."

"What I want is you as a person. As for that aspect, as long as you're willing, there's more than one way. There are many other ways to play, okay?"

"Forget about the dowry, but the betrothal gifts can't be less. You know I love money; I won't accept anything less."

"Xiao Yi..."

"Shh, don't speak. I'll just ask you one question: Song Hanchuan, are you willing...?"

Song Hanchuan felt a warmth in his heart, and his eyes were filled with undisguised joy, but he said, "Xiaoyi, I haven't thought about these things yet."

When I was five years old, my whole family was slaughtered. The fire burned for a day and a night, with flames soaring into the sky.

His entire family perished in the fire. The pampered young master, though he miraculously survived, suddenly fell into a quagmire and lost everything.

Later, he was taken in while unconscious, and after recovering from his injuries, he was sent to the Dark Guard Camp to fight with a group of children his own age.

After ten years and countless injuries, he finally crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood and stood under the sun.

Only then did he realize that the one who saved him was the emperor, and that the emperor's purpose was to make him the emperor's most loyal dog and the sharpest blade.

Clear away all obstacles for the other party.

So he took the secret medicine and entered the Eastern Depot.

At that time, everyone was polite to him on the surface, but behind his back, they all looked at him with their chins down, their eyes filled with deep contempt.

Those ladies from respectable families regarded him as a monstrous threat. Seeing him was like seeing something disgusting and filthy; they wished they could stay several meters away from him.

He still remembers the look in their eyes.

Behind his back, they cursed him as a filthy eunuch and a lackey of the emperor.

Later, as he climbed the ranks and gradually gained power, fewer people cursed him to his face, but more and more people wished for his death behind his back.

Liu Zhiyi was the first person to know his identity and hear the rumors outside, yet she treated him the same as always, her gaze never changing.

I still remember that day at the palace banquet, she was wearing a green dress, her eyes were clear and bright, and she stood gracefully in the center of the stage.

Her attire was undeniably understated, yet she shone with a dazzling brilliance, as if she were radiant. She played a deeply moving melody, and from that moment on, she captivated his gaze.

From then on, her graceful figure, along with her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes, always lingered in his mind, impossible to forget.

After getting to know her, he discovered that she was still as kind as ever, like a warm ray of sunshine falling on his cold and icy body.

Even though he knew he was unworthy, he couldn't help but be tempted by greed.

She was bright and flamboyant, while he, after years of ups and downs in officialdom, walked alone like a viper.

I can't give her a reliable future right now, so how can I bear to lay a hand on her?

All that had happened before was already a stolen moment of good times.

Liu Zhiyi's expression turned cold, and she slowly took a step back, creating distance between them.

Leng said, "What a fine elder brother! But I'm sorry, I, Liu Zhiyi, never casually acknowledge elder brothers."

"I appreciate your kindness, sir, but let's keep our distance from now on. I'm afraid my future husband might misunderstand our relationship if he sees us like this."

As he spoke, he glanced out the window and said with a forced smile, "It's already dark outside. Since you're my elder brother, it's indeed time for you to leave."

Song Hanchuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart, but he still silently turned around and took a step forward.

Then Liu Zhiyi grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

“Song Hanchuan, I, Liu Zhiyi, only look forward and never go back to what I’ve already said. Today, I’m putting my words here.”

“I don’t care what your reasons are. If you leave my house today, then there will be no possibility between us for the rest of our lives.”