Chapter 32: A Long and Sleepless Night

  "The long night is sleepless." He lazily leaned against the windowsill, looking inside with a hint of a smile: "Not as good as Second Brother's beauty, worth a thousand pieces of gold in an instant!"

  I was taken aback by his overly explicit words, this is ancient times, how could there be a man who speaks so bluntly without any reserve? I lowered my face, calmly and quietly pulled away from him, coolly saying: "Big brother, don't let the mistress hear these words, otherwise it might have an adverse effect."

  He raised the jade pot in his hand and took a sip of wine, which tasted quite mellow: "Do you know that Madam is my mother? Do you know that she always follows what I say? Do you think she would believe you?"

  I didn't know how to answer him, so I just kept quiet.

  "But it seems I haven't done anything to you, have I?" He leaned in close, the hot air from his nose carrying the smell of alcohol and spraying onto my face. I had never been so intimately close to a man before, and my face burned red with heat. He said: "Or should I... do something? So that you'll have a reason to report me?"

  I was furious, and I wanted to scold him loudly, but I endured it and said in a low voice: "The sky is already late, if the big brother can't sleep, he can go out to find fun, don't wander around here, drinking alone, isn't it boring?"

  He saw me like this, and was taken aback for a moment, smiled slightly, and actually walked away shakily.

  Looking at his majestic back, it seems to be a bit like Chihiro's, only he has more loneliness, while Chihiro, no matter what angle, gives people a warm and peaceful feeling that makes one feel at ease.

  "Susu, have you rested?" As soon as the window was closed, Song Tang's voice came from inside. I was startled, fearing that he had heard Song Ming's words, but he didn't dare to speak out. If I were a man and knew my wife was being bullied like this, I'm afraid I would be furious.

  And he calls me "Su Su", this name touches my heart, only in my past life, my mother would call me like that. I feel a slight touch in my heart and can't help but say: "Can't sleep, open the window to let in some fresh air, then go to bed."

  He heard a faint rustling sound, and he seemed to have climbed up: "Since you're not sleeping, then light the lamp and help me pour a cup of tea."

  I fumbled around, and the light from the doorway shone in. I lit it with ease, as if I had been here all along.