How things escalated during the bath, how they ended up from the bathtub to their new bed, half-dazed and bewildered, Feng Qingxue couldn’t remember.
Between consciousness and slumber, sweating profusely, all she remembered was Lu Jiang’s incredible stamina. It didn’t seem like he was injured at all. The bandages wrapped around his limbs didn’t hinder his caresses.
Exhausted before sleep, under the faint light of the bedside lamp, all she saw was the satisfied expression on Lu Jiang’s face.
As smug as a cat that’d just stolen some fish.
Feng Qingxue, who woke up later than usual, blushed as much as a bride.
Her sore and fatigued body kept reminding her of the night before; everything was like a vivid replay. Such wild and private affairs, which she had never experienced before in her past or present life until yesterday.
"Qingxue, you’re awake? I’ve made food and boiled two pots of hot water so you can wash your face and brush your teeth." In the yard, Lu Jiang, who was training with one arm and one leg, hears the rustling inside the room. He rolls to the wheelchair nearby and pushes himself into the room. Seeing his wife, who’d transformed from a girl into a woman, his eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction, with an added touch of tenderness in his voice.
In response to this man, who made her beg for mercy last night, all Feng Qingxue does is glare at him, blushing, and says, "Get out, let me get dressed first!"
Lu Jiang wanted to retort, haven’t I kissed every inch of you already? What’s there to be shy about?
But then, he’d fear if his wife kicked him out of their room at night, which would be pretty embarrassing. He’d undoubtedly become the butt of a joke.
So, he obediently wheels himself out of the bedroom, into the main hall, and behind the main door. He sets the enamel basin on a basin rack, squeezes toothpaste onto the toothbrush, and fills the enamel tank with warm water.
Last night, after Feng Qingxue finished washing her face, she placed her toiletries in the rack’s compartments.
Two identical enamel tanks and similar looking, slightly different color toothbrushes.
When Feng Qingxue comes out, she’s dressed in black cotton and linen trousers with a gray cotton and linen shirt to match. It has a slanting placket and loose-fitting, concealing her delicate and perfect figure.
"Qingxue, you look so beautiful!" Even in such simple attire, she outshines everyone else by tenfold or hundredfold.
Despite the identical clothing, the perception of it on her was completely different.
Feng Qingxue picks up a comb to tidy her long black hair draped over her shoulders. Lu Jiang immediately says, "Let me braid it for you!"
"Sure, go ahead!" Feng Qingxue doesn’t refuse.
She places a domino stool in front of Lu Jiang, sits on it with her back to him, and surrenders her hair to his caresses. It’s only after he had fondled it several times that she feels him start to comb through her hair.
After combing thousands and hundreds of times, once her hair is neatly combed, Lu Jiang carefully starts to braid her hair.
He must have practiced in secret.
After he’s done, Feng Qingxue looks in the mirror, which was a gift from a comrade embellished with large red happy characters and the sender’s name. She pulls her neatly braided hair tied with red threads for inspection; it was braided so well, no signs of coarseness.
"Not bad, from now on, you can braid my hair every day when you’re at home!"
Lu Jiang would love to, "As you wish, my lady!"
However, he felt a little let-down inside – due to the current situation, women around the country couldn’t buy any rouge, lipstick, or face powder. Otherwise, he would’ve loved to paint his wife’s eyebrows and apply makeup for her.
Feng Qingxue was oblivious to the romantic notions in her husband’s mind. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied some face cream.