The moment the thought arose, Tudan Jing suppressed it. Born into a great clan, she understood better than anyone that marriage mattered more than love. Besides, what she had with Wanyan Liang was love; everything that had happened with Tang Kuobian could only be called a beautiful misunderstanding.
Tudan Jing was consumed by conflicting hopes and fears along the way, and before she knew it, they had returned to the residence. The moment they arrived at the prince's residence, Wanyan Liang took her hand and headed for the bedroom.
Tudan Jing finally came to her senses. "What does Your Highness intend to do?"
Wanyan Liang chuckled. "Xiao Jing, let's have some fun." All the way back, he had been thinking about the scenes from last night, of Tang Kuobian pressing down on his wife. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, yet his body grew excited against his will. The thought that another man's essence was still inside his wife, that she must be a complete mess down there by now, left him even more parched. That was why, as soon as they got home, he held Tudan Jing and wanted to make love.
Naturally, Tudan Jing had no idea about her husband's twisted thoughts. She recalled how she had just done something that betrayed her husband with another man last night. Her body was still a wreck—if she made love with her husband now, would that not expose everything? How could she possibly agree?
What was more, for some reason, she was also somewhat unwilling to let her husband touch her body. She hurriedly came up with all sorts of excuses and finally managed to dispel his intentions.
Watching his wife head off to bathe, Wanyan Liang felt a ball of wicked fire building inside