Lord Fourth, Madam Has Tricked You Again

Chapter 20: Then You Would Need to Shield Your Eyes

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

She was caught off guard and her first reaction was to resist.

But the more she resisted, the tighter he held on to her and the more desperate his kisses became. It was hard for him to let go!

Realizing that her muffled protests were totally disregarded by him, she gave up in the end. She knew she was no match for him.

Her hands, which pushed him away initially, were now hugging his waist. Slowly, her arms encircled his neck.

Next, the man naturally carried her onto the bed.

He stood still, watching the beauty lying on the bed before him, too besotted by her charm.

A misty layer hung over his eyes, making his orbs appear even darker and more mysterious.

He was in no hurry though. Standing by the bed, he took his time to remove his robe.

His gaze gradually landed on the woman and he proceeded to size her up.

It was more like a look of admiration. A look that saw her as a perfect art piece rather than a woman.

Staring into his pair of pensive eyes, she felt self-conscious all of a sudden.

She was well-covered today, but his penetrating stare seemed to cut through the fabric and right into her.

Flustered, she quickly pulled the quilt over her, her face flushing red and hot by then.

It was as if this was the first time she had been watched in this way, and she was desperately trying to protect herself from the big, bad wolf beside her.

With an evil grin, he leaned over, removed the cover on top of her, and used her palms to shield her eyes instead. His magnetic and sexy voice reverberated as he said, “Be good. If you’re really feeling shy now, you should cover your eyes instead.”

After that, she no longer had the luxury of covering her eyes.

With her face and brows furrowed slightly, he soon made her a happy woman.

To him, her lovemaking stance was alluring and captivating.

Soon, her face was covered in tears.

She could not tell how much time had passed before she heard his low and hoarse moan…

He was gone by the time she woke up the next morning.

As she sat up on the bed, she could hear a tearing sound.

What a hungry wolf! What did he do that got her all the aches and pain now?

…

A few days later, her menses came and she got Qiao Feng to send word to the prince.

As a rule, she could not be touched during this time and this worked well for her. The man’s endless vitality was starting to scare her.

It looked like the heavens were kind to women. Having a period every month would mean having a few days of break each time.

Of course, to some men, this was like a holiday given to them instead so they would not be ripped off by their own women.

But in her case, with the prince and his insatiable sex drive, she believed she was the greater benefactor.

Today, she had no appetite as she had the pain whether she was standing, sitting, or lying down.

In the end, she chose to lie down with her pain. With her kind of character, she knew she could fall asleep in a flat position, pain or no pain. Once she was asleep, there would be no pain.

At his place, when he was told that she was having her period, he lost his appetite for food. Although he had just returned from work, he decided to visit her without further ado.

Striding over to her place, he dismissed all the servants and approached her.

Flipping the quilt away, he saw her curled up in a fetal position on the bed, looking pale and frail.

Pursing his lips, he was about to summon the resident physician when he recalled that he had the doctor beaten to death. There was no resident physician inside the court now. The chief physician had been the one attending to her all this time.

With this thought in mind, he held back the command. Calling for the chief physician for this kind of complaint seemed to be inappropriate.

It looked like he had better engage an inhouse physician soon that he could summon anytime.

As it was past noon, he removed his robe and joined her on the bed. Hugging her in his arms, he took an afternoon nap with her.

In her grogginess, Ruoyin felt her body embalmed with soothing warmth. It was so comforting that she kept shifting toward that warm core.

Her action woke the man up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman burrowing around in his embrace like a kitten.

Her fidgeting was starting to arouse him, which he immediately tried to put a stop to. “Be a good girl. Listen: Go to sleep now. You have special circumstances today.”

She was half-asleep when she heard him speak. That woke her up instantly. Lifting her eyes to look at him, she asked abashedly, “My Lord, when did you arrive?”

“While you were still sleeping.” He poked her head lightly. She must have been too sound asleep to have missed his presence.

His voice was hoarse and sexy, how he would usually sound when he had the urge.

Her body stiffened when she heard him as she asked cautiously, “My Lord, did your servant inform you that I’m not feeling well?”

He was startled before he broke into a soft chuckle. “Can’t I come here to keep you company?”

“Of course you can,” she replied hastily as she dug deeper into his loving embrace.

“Stop messing around.” He held on to her, his voice too husky to be audible by now.

“That’s because your body is so warm and comforting,” she muttered almost unintelligibly, but she at least stopped wriggling around in his arms.

It was fortunate that he did not pursue the matter further, knowing full well that she was unwell. In the end, he simply suppressed the desires that had welled up earlier.

So he was by her side for the entire afternoon and even had his dinner at her place in the evening.

She ordered a bowl of glutinous porridge sprinkled with sugar and some other dishes like stir-fry lotus root, eggs boiled with ground cauliflower, mushroom chicken broth, and finally, fermented tofu.

If it were not for him, she would only have ordered the porridge and the beancurd.

When the kitchen was told that the master would have his meal at her place, the food was prepared within an hour and delivered directly to her court.

Similarly, the kitchen also prepared a few other dishes besides the ones she had ordered.

The woman scooped only a small bowl of porridge for herself, had the soybean curd, and then one egg.

The fermented tofu was unlike others. She had given specific instructions to the kitchen to improve the taste and presentation. Garlic, sauteed sesame seeds, and groundnuts were added to this simple dish.

As he took in the aromatic smell of the bean curd, his appetite improved and he walloped two bowls of rice with no issue.

When he saw that she had barely touched the porridge, he told her with a frown, “You should eat more, or at least drink a bowl of soup.”

“No, I’m not eating. I can’t stomach any more food.” She furrowed her brows reactively at the thought of more food and she realized how rude she had sounded almost immediately.

Looking up, she could not tell what was on his mind from his demeanor. With his face void of any expression, he sat with his eyes fixed on her.

She sat hugging her tummy and explained with some difficulty, “My Lord, I really cannot take in any more food. You may not be able to imagine my pain right now, but do you think you’d have an appetite if you were bleeding continuously like I am right now?”