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At the entrance, besides Zhao Han, there were quite a few house servants and guards standing around. Even Liu Nian Nian was being supported by her maid not far away. Meng Liu was carried out by Song Yuan, who walked confidently, drawing everyone's attention. However, Song Yuan seemed oblivious to it all as he steadily carried her to the carriage.
"I'll go over there to organize the troops; we can set off soon," Song Yuan said gently as he placed Meng Liu down, even laying down soft cushions in the carriage.
Meng Liu couldn't understand why Song Yuan had undergone such a drastic change overnight, but she didn't want to ask. She had already experienced the outcome of arguing with someone as unreasonable and domineering as him a few days ago—she would only end up being bullied even more.
"Just hang in there a little longer; the Female Physician at the residence is ready. She will help you with your injuries once we return," Song Yuan said, noticing that Meng Liu was silent and assumed it was because her ankle hurt too much. He frowned and tried to comfort her.
Upon hearing Song Yuan mention the physician, Meng Liu's excuse about her injury felt flimsy. If a physician really examined her, it would surely expose her lie. She quickly replied, "No, it's fine. I don't feel that much pain anymore. I'm very tired; I just want to go straight back to my courtyard."
Song Yuan wanted to say more but was interrupted by Zhao Han, who approached from the side: "Everything is ready; we can set off."
"Alright," Song Yuan responded to Zhao Han and turned back to Meng Liu. "I'll have the Female Physician wait at the residence. You can call for her if you feel unwell."
Meng Liu nodded in agreement but glanced past Song Yuan at Zhao Han behind him. However, Zhao Han didn't look at her at all; it was as if he had completely forgotten everything that had happened over the past two days and treated Meng Liu like air, not even sparing her a glance. This left her unable to find an opportunity to speak up.
Finally managing to send away the troublesome Song Yuan, Meng Liu leaned weakly against the side of the carriage. As she opened the curtain slightly, she saw Liu Nian Nian standing not far away, her fair little face looking quite pale, with red-rimmed eyes as if she had suffered a great grievance while looking toward Meng Liu.
Meng Liu felt puzzled; when the bandits had first attacked, Liu Nian Nian had been protected by Song Yuan. It seemed she hadn't been injured; in fact, she might have fared better than Meng Liu herself. Why then did she look at her like that?
Ignoring Liu Nian Nian's inexplicable hostility, Meng Liu let down the curtain again. Soon after, someone began driving the carriage. Perhaps it was because Meng Liu was too tired; she felt that today's ride was particularly smooth and quickly dozed off. When she awoke again, the carriage had stopped. She opened her eyes to see the gilded characters of "Song Residence" before her.
She had never found those two characters so pleasing before. When she lifted the curtain fully, she saw a familiar figure sitting in front—the person driving the carriage was Zhao Han.
"We've arrived," Zhao Han said shortly before stepping down from the carriage. Meng Liu paused for a moment before standing up as well. Fortunately, her large outer robe concealed her lower half, which was already dampened significantly; as long as she hurried back to change clothes in her courtyard, she should be able to avoid being discovered.
Lost in thought, Meng Liu suddenly stumbled forward; after these two days of turmoil, her strength had been depleted. However, contrary to her expectations of pain, it didn't come. Both of her hands were grabbed simultaneously, preventing her from falling forward.
"Be careful!" Song Yuan had just arranged everything for his servants when he turned around and saw Meng Liu about to fall. He rushed over and caught her just in time but realized that he wasn't the only one holding onto Meng Liu.
Zhao Han clearly saw him too; their gazes met briefly in the air before quickly separating. For some reason, Song Yuan couldn't help but think of how Meng Liu looked draped in Zhao Han's outer robe.
What on earth had happened these past two days? Song Yuan looked down at Meng Liu's back and gently pulled her into his embrace with a slight tug. Zhao Han released his grip and returned to his stance by the side of the carriage with his arms crossed, seemingly indifferent to everything happening here.
"Are you hurt?" Song Yuan asked as he lowered his head and checked Meng Liu from top to bottom twice. Still shaken from earlier panic, Meng Liu looked into Song Yuan's eyes with a momentary daze. However, this made Song Yuan feel uncomfortable; he couldn't help but recall how Meng Liu looked when he brought her to climax with his fingers that night—her slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held that same lost expression.
Meng Liu quickly regained her composure and dodged Song Yuan's reaching hand; every interaction with him made her extremely uneasy. Ever since that night, she felt that Song Yuan's gaze toward her always carried an oddity about it—his sudden warmth and concern made her feel very uncomfortable.
"I'm fine; I'm going back to my courtyard now," Meng Liu said before turning away and walking toward the residence. As she passed by Zhao Han, she slowed down slightly but quickly sped up again. She wanted to ask Zhao Han why he had returned after leaving but found herself unable to voice it despite having formed the question in her mind.
Meng Liu's courtyard was a side residence of Song Residence. Normally speaking, as a legitimate Madam of Song Residence, she shouldn't be living in a side courtyard at all. However, since Liu Nian Nian was favored by Song An despite being a concubine and lived in the main courtyard due to health issues, when Meng Liu married in—having no interest in Song An—she naturally didn't mind whether it was a main or side courtyard. After asking once about it, Song An agreed without hesitation and even sent people to renovate the side courtyard afterward so that it matched the main courtyard's elegance and cleanliness.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, a figure suddenly lunged toward her. She instinctively tried to dodge but stopped when she recognized the messy double buns on top of their head.
"Miss—you're finally back!" The Little Maid's hair and clothes were disheveled; her small face was wrinkled from crying as she gasped for breath. "Chun Tao thought she'd never see you again!"
Meng Liu patted Chun Tao's shoulder in a soothing way: "I'm back safe and sound, aren't I?" After finally soothing Chun Tao's emotions, Meng Liu finally dragged her tired body back to the room. The first thing she did was to ask Chun Tao to prepare bath water and wash herself from inside to outside. She didn't know how many times she and Zhao Han had sex last night. When she took off her dress, it was stained with a large piece of burning white semen. When she took a bath, a lot of it flowed out from deep inside. The skin at the entrance of her vagina was rubbed and broken. When her fingers touched it, it was painful, but there was also a little numbness besides the pain. The flesh hole, which had adapted to the pleasure, squirmed and opened and closed, sucking the fingers digging outwards continuously into the depths. Meng Liu's face was red. She gritted her teeth to endure the pleasure that kept spreading up, and quickly discharged all the semen that had shot into the depths. When Meng Liu finally finished washing, it was completely dark outside. She washed herself three times inside and out before she was finally satisfied. Her whole body exuded the rich fragrance of rose petals. Meng Liu was tossed around by Zhao Han last night until dawn, and today she was exhausted from traveling for most of the day. Meng Liu felt drowsy as soon as she lay down. When she was half asleep and half awake, she suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the window. She didn't pay much attention to it, just thinking it was the wind. As soon as she turned over to the other side, a very light footsteps rang in her ears. Before Meng Liu could react, a man's big hand suddenly covered her mouth, and a hot body followed and pressed on the bed. "I have done everything according to your request. You should give me some benefits, right?" The man's voice was low and hoarse. As soon as he pressed on the bed, his hands began to touch her randomly, along Meng Liu's waist, and directly to the hidden place between her legs. "Mmmmm--" Meng Liu struggled hard, but the man was very strong, and his physique was much different from hers. He seemed to be a martial artist for many years, so he easily blocked her attack, grabbed her wrists and tied them together with a belt, and pinned her to the bed so that she could not move. "Don't struggle, my little beauty. It would be inappropriate to hurt you again." The man's voice was faintly excited, and his hands moved more boldly. Meng Liu's thin dress could not stop the man's big hands from exploring, and was easily torn into pieces. "Let go--" Meng Liu had just uttered two words when the man gathered all the pieces of clothing he had just torn off and stuffed them into Meng Liu's mouth, completely blocking her voice in her throat, and she could only make some unclear whimpers. "Don't worry, I will make you feel comfortable, at least better than that sickly girl Song An--" The man obviously knew her identity, but he didn't mean to stop. He pressed her twisting waist with his big palm, and with a slight force with his other hand, he tore off the remaining cloth on her body, and in the moonlight, he could see her fair skin. "Beauty--Your skin is so smooth, and your waist is so thin, just touching it makes me hard." The man kept spitting out dirty words in his throat, and his big hand went straight to Meng Liu's legs. Without the obstruction of the cloth, the man's big hand directly touched the flesh hole that had not fully recovered from being fucked by Zhao Han. As soon as his fingers touched it, she trembled. Even if Meng Liu didn't want to, the flesh hole that had adapted to sex still secreted water in a very lewd way, and the numb pleasure also rose faintly. "Damn it!" The man cursed after touching her twice, his hot breath sprayed all over Meng Liu's ears, "You are still pretending to be innocent here, your pussy is so swollen, who just fucked you?!" The man's voice was filled with a hint of anger, and the fingers that reached under her body became more and more rampant, directly squeezing the hole and inserting two fingers inside. The sensitive and fragile flesh of the hole was pushed open hard, softly embracing the invader, and squirming and spitting out sticky liquid, opening and closing to swallow. "You are so slutty, how long has it been since Song An died, are you so impatient?" The man's fingers thrust in and out without hesitation, the whole knuckles were inserted into her, and then quickly pulled out. The flesh hole was violently opened again and again, and soon became very soft and coquettish, welcoming each time a finger was inserted, and the sound of gurgling water gradually sounded. Meng Liu was pressed into a kneeling position and could not move. The flesh hole under her body was lost and allowed to be manipulated by the fingers. She was obviously forced, but the lustful flesh hole gave birth to dense pleasures, constantly spitting out water from the depths, which was brought out during the fingers, flowing along the buttocks to the roots of her legs. "The hole is almost fucked to pieces, I don't know if it can still hold a dick." The man cursed, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped Meng Liu's buttocks. The plump and soft buttocks trembled, and the pleasure of pain and numbness came. Meng Liu let out a muffled groan from her throat, and tried to escape by holding her body, but was pinched by the man's big hand and pulled back, and a hot hard stick was pressed against the buttocks. "Still want to run? Doesn't this slutty pussy love to eat cocks? What? It can eat Song An's, it can eat that wild man's, but it can't eat mine?" Seeing Meng Liu's obvious rejection, the man became even more angry. The thick and erect penis under him rubbed against Meng Liu's wet buttocks twice, and the bulging blue veins on the shaft rubbed against the tender flesh at the root of her legs, and even the broken skin was rubbed hard. The numbness and pleasure suddenly surged up, Meng Liu's pussy trembled and squirmed twice, and spit out a stream of liquid from the depths, which poured directly onto the hot meat stick against the hole. Without waiting for Meng Liu to struggle anymore, the man held her waist tightly with one hand, and the meat stick under his body was directly pressed against the constantly squirming and opening opening of the lewd hole. As soon as he thrust his waist forward, the head of the meat stick was swallowed up. The man's breathing became a little faster, and he used force with the hands on her waist, and with a thrust of his waist he pushed the hot and thick meat stick into her whole.
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