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

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally breathed heavily and reluctantly released each other's lips and tongues, their foreheads touching and their lips pressed together, deeply affectionate and tender.

"Little Yi~~~"

"Hmph, say sorry."

"Qingqing, I'm sorry."

"I won't agree, unless..."

Liu Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, her smile carrying a deeper meaning.

Song Hanchuan immediately understood, his eyes darting around, and he made an upward gesture with one index finger.

Liu Zhiyi immediately giggled and fell into his arms. Song Hanchuan held her affectionately and held up two fingers, making a three-finger gesture.

Liu Zhiyi's face stiffened.

"No... there's no need."

Song Hanchuan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Just then, Shen Ningzhu walked in carrying a fruit platter. "Ahem, may I come in, please?"

The two people who were tightly embracing each other immediately blushed and separated upon hearing the noise.

Shen Ningzhu's lips twitched slightly.

"Have some fruit. There are still three months until the wedding. I've settled everything here, Song Hanchuan. When you leave later, you can take your wife with you."

The two: ...

"Zhuzhu, I..."

"What 'zhu'? Look at the two of you, standing in front of me like two giant pandas. It's obvious you can't sleep at night without each other, so what are you trying to prove?"

Anyone who didn't know better would think I was some wicked, match-breaking woman. Don't worry, everything's settled here.

Song Hanchuan also wanted to take the person back.

"Xiaoyi, I... cough cough, I really can't live without you."

Pei Yun Chu was stubborn and particularly persistent about Xiao Yi. He was certain he wouldn't let it go after today. And this place was quite far from the Prime Minister's residence; he was afraid…

Finally, the three of them agreed that the two best friends would be busy with their own careers during the day, and Liu Zhiyi would return to the Prime Minister's residence in the evening.

And so, the three of them sat in the hall, drank a cup of tea, ate some fruit, and then Shen Ningzhu saw them off as they left the mansion and boarded the Prime Minister's carriage.

The moment the carriage curtain fell, the longing he had held back for so many days could no longer be concealed. Strong arms quickly wrapped around Liu Zhiyi's slender waist, easily lifting her up and placing her on his body.

He made her face him, straddle his thighs, and pressed a forceful kiss down on her.

A little farewell is better than a wedding.

Liu Zhiyi was pulled tightly into the man's arms, her soft body pressed against his strong chest, and the familiar, cool masculine scent enveloped her completely.

Her lips were gently nibbled, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread throughout her body.

Liu Zhiyi was so overwhelmed by the kiss that she couldn't help but let out soft moans.

Suddenly, the man stopped, staring blankly at Liu Zhiyi. His dazed eyes gradually cleared, and his gaze slowly shifted downwards, his eyes filled with shock.

Liu Zhiyi naturally noticed the unusual thing about his body.

A faint smile graced her lips.

It seems the medicine I took a while ago is working.

"Xiao Yi, why do I feel so uncomfortable all over? It feels swollen here. Tell me, is it because you kissed me?"

The man's eyes sparkled; he wasn't stupid, and naturally understood what that meant.

But the place, which had been lifeless and limp for so many years, suddenly came alive, making him hesitant to believe it, fearing that it was all just an illusion.

His large hand gently enveloped Liu Zhiyi's small hand, like a condemned prisoner awaiting sentencing, carefully entrusting everything to Liu Zhiyi.

"Xiao Yi, could you help me figure out what's wrong?"

Liu Zhiyi grinned mischievously, "I'm a doctor. Why don't you loosen your belt so I can see more clearly?"

The man blinked, somewhat embarrassed, but still followed her instructions and untied his sash.

I tilted my head and waited quietly.

Ah this! ! !

Liu Zhiyi was taken aback. She had only been joking, just teasing him casually; why was he taking it so seriously?

Now she'd put herself in a very difficult position. But then she thought, why was she being shy? She was a doctor; wasn't it normal for her to examine patients?

Even if we take a step back and say that Song Hanchuan has already been touched all over his body, including that part, what is there to be shy about now?

Thinking this way, I boldly reached out.

Liu Zhiyi's heart was pounding, and her face flushed red. The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the wheels rolling and the pounding of their hearts in her ears.

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

The prime minister, who was usually aloof and reserved during the day, now had a tense back, slightly curled fingertips, and some whiteness at his knuckles.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead from time to time. Her clear, cool eyes were somewhat moist, and her thin, rosy lips were tightly pursed, exuding an alluring charm.

"Hmm~"

The moment Liu Zhiyi's hand covered it, a sudden downpour began.

A lingering, decadent scent wafted out, mingling with the floral and fruity fragrance emanating from Liu Zhiyi and the pine resin from Song Hanchuan, filling the entire carriage.

The air froze instantly, and an awkward silence filled the entire carriage. Both of them stiffened simultaneously, frozen in place.

The room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. Liu Zhiyi was so embarrassed she wanted to bury her face in the ground, while Song Hanchuan's face alternated between red and white.

Before the joy in my heart could even rise, it was doused with cold water, inevitably leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

"It still doesn't work, does it? Xiaoyi, am I really that useless that I can't even give you the most basic thing?"

Liu Zhiyi glared at him, then sat up straight. She gave a sullen snort.

Are you about to say we should break up again?

Song Hanchuan first took out a handkerchief to clean Liu Zhiyi's hands, then cleaned himself up before hugging Liu Zhiyi tightly, burying his head in her neck, and gently shaking his head.

"Never apart, not even in death, you're mine. No, I'm yours, and can only ever be yours, Xiaoyi~~~"

Her tone was aggrieved yet tinged with a hint of assertiveness.

Liu Zhiyi smiled, then pushed his forehead away with a look of disgust. "My lord Prime Minister, how old are you? Still acting like a child? Have you no shame?"

Song Hanchuan chuckled softly, gently nuzzling his head against her neck in a silent display of affection and flattery.

What use is a thick skin? He doesn't care.

His lips pressed against her fair neck, and the air around his nose was filled with the sweet and delicate scent of gardenias emanating from her skin.

"I want you."

Where else can you find such a good deal: a beautiful wife for just a little shamelessness?

Liu Zhiyi pecked his lips with satisfaction, but not satisfied, she hugged him and kissed him twice more before feeding him a red pill.

The man swallowed instinctively, then paused blankly, his clear eyes staring blankly at Liu Zhiyi.

The woman was amused by his silly appearance and playfully poked his forehead.

"How stupid! You swallowed it all before you even thought to ask what kind of medicine it was. What if it was poison? Wouldn't that be too late?"

Song Hanchuan smiled, put his arm around her slender waist, leaned his tall body against her soft embrace, and almost greedily inhaled her faint fragrance, his lips unconsciously curving upwards.