At thirty taels, Ji Hehe was sold to the Song family by his father to continue the family line.
Drinking talisman water, standing on one's head, drinking strange decoctions, and even having sex are all monitored, and only half a cup of tea is allowed.
Mrs. Zhang said her hips were not wide enough, Guixiang said her waist was not soft enough, and even the people in the kitchen dared not give her a bowl of rice. There was no charcoal in the winter, no ice in the summer, the wedding dress was borrowed, and the betrothal gift did not stay in her hands overnight.
She listened and endured it.
The days are like a frozen river, sinking and unable to float.
Only the night is wrong.
The breathing, strength, and aura of the person on the same bed were all different from those during the day. During the day, Song Zhao was cold and rigid, but at night, he seemed to be burned by something, heavy, anxious, and unable to control himself.
She didn't dare to think about it.
But the strength with which his hands pinched his waist was something she had never seen from Song Zhao during the day.
What she didn't know was that the person who stayed with her every night was Song Zhao in body, but his soul was replaced by Pei Shao, the Marquis of Gui'an who made her legs tremble because of fear!
She only felt that the place where her hands touched was getting hotter and hotter.
Pei Shao was forced to enter someone else's body every night and do the couple's work for them.
He was horrified, humiliated, and full of murderous intentions, but he was gradually sinking into this ridiculous secret technique——
Concept: The modern little girl was gradually "eaten" in the feudal era. She gained glory and wealth, but lost herself.