Southerners

Meng Huan was tall and burly, and he was simply crushing against Song Zhi.

The drunk was simply conscious and did not mess around in the carriage, which relieved Song Zhi, and secretly said: "As long as the person is sent to the mansion, he will not care about the rest, it's too dangerous."

But Song Zhi was too naive, after entering the mansion, half of the Meng Mansion was alarmed. In the past, either Sa Lan or Duo'er was missing, but now both of them are gone.

As for Zeno, he can't count on it at all.

Meng Huan grabbed Song Zhi and didn't let go.

Zeno had no choice but to scratch his head and beg Song Zhi to send the young master back to the house.

Song Zhi had no choice but to risk her life to accept this task.

Zeno fell into a half-dream and half-awake sleep, and was immediately overjoyed, yawning and going back to sleep.

Song Zhi had no choice but to help Meng Huan by herself and lead him into the house, which was also strange. After those messy people left, Meng Huan became much more honest and obediently followed Song Zhi, making Song Zhi suspicious of this person Are you pretending to be drunk?

But looking at the expression in his eyes, he looked really drunk again.

When they arrived at the house, Song Zhi condescended to serve Meng Huan to bed, and at the same time spurned herself: What Duo Ershi said before had come true, and at the same time secretly scolded Meng Huan: When Meng Huan sobers up tomorrow, he must be taught a lesson. intolerable.

However, when Song Zhi was taking off Meng Huan's boots, the person lying on the bed suddenly sat up and stared at Song Zhi motionlessly. Song Zhi was so stared at, she tentatively called out:

"Master?"

"Yes," Meng Huan responded, "Zi Lan."

Also recognize people.

Song Zhi hadn't finished thinking when Meng Huan suddenly stretched out his hand, picked him up, pressed him onto the bed, and then kissed him overwhelmingly.

"Hmm... Young Master, Young Master..." Song Zhi said intermittently between panting, "You..."

"Zi Lan." Meng Huan whispered in his ear.

With a low and hoarse voice, scorching breath, and intoxicating smell of alcohol, Song Zhi quieted down eerily as if bewitched, and soon realized something was wrong, and was about to get up immediately, but was pushed back by Meng Huan.

Song Zhi panicked now.

"Master!"

"Hush." ​​Meng Huan covered his mouth, saw the panic in Song Zhi's eyes through the moonlight, lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and comforted him softly, "Hey, I won't hurt you."

Make, make, hurt?

What? ? ?

Song Zhi pushed Meng Huan hard, but instead of pushing, Meng Huan restrained that hand, pressed it firmly on the bed, and held down the other hand together in a preparedness.His legs were also held down by Meng Huan.

Song Zhi became a lamb to be slaughtered.

Meng Huan looked at the motionless Song Zhi with satisfaction, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, and stroked along the waistline with his free hand.

Slender and powerful hands with callused palms, slightly rough to the touch.

Song Zhi's body tensed up, she had no strength to resist, so she begged for mercy in a soft voice:

"Master... don't."

"Don't do this, please..."

Meng Huan turned a deaf ear, and kissed along his forehead, to the center of his eyebrows, to the tip of his nose, and finally landed on Song Zhi's lips, blocking his unfinished begging for mercy.

In the dark night, only the breathing of the two could be heard, and the sudden sound of tearing the cloth was particularly ear-piercing. Song Zhi felt a chill all over her body. The chill of the mid-autumn night struck, and a thin layer of pimples appeared on her fair skin. goosebumps.

Song Zhi shivered, knowing that he couldn't escape tonight.

……

The next day, it was almost noon, and the golden sun hung high in the cloudless sky. Song Zhi opened her eyes and moved her body. The aches all over her body, as well as the pain of being torn apart, were desperately reminding him that last night All kinds of things are not dreams, not illusions.

At the beginning of last night, Meng Huan had scruples, was patient enough, and was relatively gentle, but later on, he gradually lost his composure. This was the first time Song Zhi was tossed about by him for most of the night, but he was still injured in the end.

The body has been cleaned, but the throat is hoarse and sore, as if it is about to catch fire, and the head is dizzy.

Song Zhi didn't know where she was for a while, so she called Lian Er's name for water.

"Zi Lan," Meng Huan heard the voice, and immediately ran over in surprise, "Are you awake?" Then he suddenly responded, "Oh, water!"

Hastily poured a glass of water, and carefully helped Song Zhi up.

"Here comes the water," said Meng Huan, bringing the water to his mouth.

Only then did Song Zhi realize that the person in front of her was Meng Huan, and looked up at him, only to see Meng Huan's expression was cautious, anxious and distressed, but in Song Zhi's eyes, it was unspeakably ironic.

When Song Zhi was helped to sit up halfway, the quilt slid down, revealing his thin collarbone and shoulders, and his originally fair skin was covered with bruises.Only then did Song Zhi realize that she didn't even wear underwear.

The culprit retracted his eyes unnaturally, and pulled up the quilt for him. Song Zhi lowered her head in embarrassment, wrapped herself in the quilt, and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"Zi Lan, drink water first." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi turned her head and asked hoarsely, "Where are my clothes?"

Meng Huan looked a bit embarrassed, and said, "The clothes you were wearing yesterday... can no longer be worn."

He handed over the water again: "Aren't you thirsty, drink water first, and I'll order someone to bring you some clothes."

With a sound of "Pa!", Song Zhi suddenly knocked over the porcelain cup to the ground, the tea splashed wet Meng Huan's clothes, and the porcelain fragments shattered all over the floor.

"Get lost." Song Zhi said, "I don't want to see you."

Meng Huan knew that he had done something wrong, so he opened his mouth with coaxing words:

"Zi Lan, I was wrong."

"Get out!" Song Zhi gasped, pointing at the door.

Song Zhi's violent reaction was completely unexpected by Meng Huan. He was stunned for a while, not caring about the mess everywhere. Seeing that Song Zhi's face was flushed abnormally, he stretched out his hand to touch Song Zhi's forehead.

"Don't touch me!" Song Zhi slapped his hand away.

Meng Huan withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "Zi Lan, you have a fever, I'll go and invite Dr. Pei here."

"stop."

Please Pei Ya?Song Zhi sneered, "No need."

"You are sick and need to see a doctor." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at him, a little mockingly: "What are you looking at, come to see my joke?"

"Come and see me, Song Zilan, how did a man get bullied by you, Mr. Meng, so much that he couldn't get out of bed?"

"Bullying?" Meng Huan was taken aback, not daring to answer, "Do you think I'm bullying you?"

Song Zhi didn't want to argue with him about this.

"Bring the clothes, I was the one who said wrong just now, this is your bedroom and mansion of Mr. Meng, if you want to get out, I will get out."

Meng Huan hurriedly held him down, Song Zhi struggled hard, but the injury was affected, pain and humiliation came to mind for a moment, Song Zhi's face was pale, and she said coldly: "You stop me from trying again? "

Meng Huan's face froze, and he really didn't dare to stop him, so he lowered his body and persuaded softly: "Zi Lan, you need to rest now, you shouldn't move around, besides...there are so many people outside."

The people in the mansion didn't know where Mr. Song was, let alone the night Song Zhi spent in Meng Huan's room last night, but if he went out, everyone might think what he would think.

Song Zhi said expressionlessly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Meng Huan didn't know what to do, he was afraid that he would provoke Song Zhi again by calling Qinuo, so he went to bring Song Zhi clean clothes and wanted to help Song Zhi wear them.

"Zi Lan, I'll take your place..."

"I'll do it myself." Song Zhi said coldly.

Meng Huan smiled apologetically, "Zi Lan, don't be brave..."

Song Zhi had already snatched away the clean clothes.

"Turn around, don't look at it." Song Zhi said again.

"Zi Lan..."

"Or do you want to go out?"

Meng Huan turned around obediently, and said in a low voice, "If you have any questions, just let me know and I'll help you."

Song Zhi snorted, seeing that Meng Huan had indeed turned around, she said: "If you dare to turn around, I will kill you with the broken sword on the wall."

The real murderer.Meng Huan was concerned.

With his back to Song Zhi, Meng Huan heard a rustling sound behind him. It was Song Zhi changing clothes. After a while, the sound suddenly disappeared.

After hearing this, Meng Huan asked worriedly, "Zi Lan, how are you doing?"

Song Zhi gasped in a low voice from behind, as if her pain was involved.

"Zi Lan?"

"I'm fine." After a while, Song Zhi said, "You can turn around now."

Only then did Meng Huan turn around, Song Zhi had already put on her clothes, there was some cold sweat on her forehead, her face was still abnormally red, and the Maitreya Buddha she gave her last night was not on her belt.

Meng Huan's heart was cold, and he didn't dare to ask.

Now that Song Zhi was dressed, she was about to go out, Meng Huan gently pulled Song Zhi's sleeve when someone passed by her.

"Zi Lan..."

"Let go."

"Zi Lan..."

"I tell you to let go!"

Meng Huan gritted his teeth, let go of his hand, and said: "Be careful." He took out a jade bottle from the cabinet, "This is medicine, remember to use it."

Song Zhi thought about it, and didn't make trouble with her body. She took the medicine, and without saying a word, leaned on the table, and limped out the door.

Perhaps there is a ghost in his heart. After Song Zhi went out, he always felt that everyone was looking at him. He tried his best to lower his head and hurried to his room. However, due to his injuries, his speed was severely limited, and due to the fever, Song Zhi became dizzy Dazed, I finally reached the door.

Lian'er was sitting in front of the door in a daze, frowning and worried.

I'm afraid no one in the mansion knows what happened last night better than her. Last night Meng Huan took Song Zhi out and didn't return all night. This morning Meng Huan came to tell her to take good care of Song Zhi. Lian Er is so smart, Immediately understood what Meng Huan meant, and agreed with trepidation.

Therefore, seeing Song Zhi came back by herself, with an ugly face, Lian'er was startled, went up to meet Song Zhi, supported Song Zhi, and asked softly, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Song Zhi ignored her, she really had no strength, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to go in and rest."

Lian Er nodded. When she touched Song Zhi's hand, she felt a slight pain in her heart. She raised her eyes and said, "Sir, you have a fever and need to see a doctor."

"I don't watch it." Song Zhi said.

"gentlemen……"

"Shut up!" Song Zhi reprimanded, this scolding took too much strength from him, so Song Zhi took a few breaths before continuing, "If you still want to stay here, don't talk."

Song Zhi had never spoken to Lian Er in such a harsh tone before, Lian Er was immediately frightened and did not dare to say more.

After lying on the bed, Song Zhi waved her hand to let Lian Er go out. Seeing Lian Er closed the door, Song Zhi closed her eyes, and exhaled softly and slowly.

Song Zhi turned sideways, facing the wall, and slowly curled herself up, like a baby in a mother's womb. It is said that people can feel the most secure in this posture.

Last night, Meng Huan took his body by force.

Song Zhi buried her face in the quilt, bit her lip, and clutched her sleeve.As for Maitreya Buddha, he held it in the palm of his hand.

I don't know when Meng Huan rubbed the medicine for him, Song Zhi curled up in bed, didn't care about it, even forgot to drink water, only felt dizzy, and soon fell asleep.

Song Zhi had a fever, very badly.

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