Hua Jiayu patted his chest in fear, almost scared to death. It turned out to be a false alarm.

The paragraph translates to: "Dou Yangyan looked at the gifts and casually said, 'If the Sixth Prince has come to pay his respects, it wouldn't look good if I don't entertain him.'"

Please note that in American English, "pay his respects" is a common phrase used to indicate the act of showing courtesy or paying a visit to someone in a formal or respectful manner.

"Hao a." Hua Jiayu nodded. The protagonist is about to get married, and having a meal with the female lead naturally is not a problem.

"I will go and have the servants prepare." Dou Yang stood up and left the inner room. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to resist biting that person on the bed until they were dead.

Outside the room, Dou Yang stared at his own hand, a sinister expression slowly appearing on his face.

The servant brought hot and fragrant dishes, one by one. Shortly after, Dou Yang also came in carrying a wine jug.

Seeing the wine jar, Hua Jiayu flinched, his heart racing. He considered talking to Du Yang and said, "Can I not drink alcohol today?"

Du Yang raised his head proudly and said, "The grand wedding is approaching, and since I am happy, I will drink alone. The Sixth Prince can drink as he pleases."

Sighing with relief, Hua Jiayu glanced at Dou Yang and felt that perhaps the last time was really just a misunderstanding.

However, who did it?

Dou Yang was very happy and kept drinking, while Hua Jiayu ate the food. When they were halfway through their meal, Dou Yang's voice, low and suppressed, came into Hua Jiayu's ears: "Liu Wangye, I have something to attend to. You eat first."

After speaking, without waiting for Hua Jiayu's response, he swiftly disappeared like the wind.

Hua Jiayu patted his head, could it be that Yang Xing got too excited and went to look for the female lead to catch up?

However, in less than half a cup of tea's time, Dou Yang returned. He lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. He suddenly turned around and closed the door, then turned back to stare at Hua Jiayu, his eyes filled with the insatiable desire that men understand.

Hua Jiayu was so scared that the roasted fish in his mouth fell out. He quickly dropped his chopsticks and cowered in the corner, trembling as he said, "General Dou?"

Du Yang remained silent, step by step, he walked towards him.

Hua Jiayu hadn't had time to run away yet and was immediately lifted by Dou Yang and thrown heavily onto the bed.

Du Yang's breath was heavy, and his face had an abnormal flush. Hua Jiayu glanced at the unfinished glass of wine on the table, thinking about Du Yang's strange behavior earlier. He shouted frantically, "Brother, wake up! You've been drugged! There's aphrodisiac in the wine!"

Du Yang covered his mouth with one hand, tightly binding it shut, and then ripped off his clothes.

Hua Jiayu's struggling legs were forcefully spread apart by Dou Yang, and then he didn't do anything else, he went straight in and started pounding.

The young man, who was tied up on the bed, struggled frantically like a fish on the brink of death.

Dou Yang directly held the fish up high, and everything became calm and peaceful, as the water flowed smoothly in its course.

Hua Jiayu had tears streaming down his face and wailed, "Wuwuwu!!!" To be honest, even if they beat him to death, he wouldn't step foot in the Du Mansion ever again!

This time, when Hua Jiayu woke up, what he saw was the sun of the third morning. He didn't wake up on the second day and had been sleeping all along.

Du Yang was kneeling by the bedside just like last time, his face pale and his lips white. After everything was done the previous night, the young man lay silently on the bed, truly frightened.

However, there are some things that cannot be made clear at the moment. He sighed bitterly and said, "Prince Liu, it would be better if you don't come to the Du Mansion anymore in the future. It seems that person is keeping a close eye on both of us from behind."

Hua Jiayu lay stiffly on the bed, afraid to move, anger flaring in his eyes.

He won't believe all of Yang's nonsense about how amazing his performance in pole vaulting was the other night!

He remained silent, the bitter smile on his face deepening: "Does Prince Liu still not believe me?"

Hua Jiayu: "......" Tears streamed down his eyes, carrying the deep sorrow that he could not express. What could he do? What could he say? He was the one suffering, and he felt extremely desperate, okay!