The sound of rain falls into the ears.
Yun Qian rarely "refused" Xu Chang’an’s closeness. Although her eyes held reluctance, she quickly became resolute.
There are rules between her and Xu Chang’an. For instance, if she borrows a lap pillow from him, she has to return one.
How can a wife refuse her husband’s affection?
Yun Qian brought the faint rouge on her finger to Xu Chang’an’s lips and asked, "Satisfied?"
Xu Chang’an’s eyes trembled slightly. Sensing a hint of Miss Yun’s taste on the corner of his mouth, he said helplessly, "Satisfied. There hasn’t been a time I wasn’t satisfied."
"How does it taste?" Yun Qian asked with some curiosity.
"Are you referring to your taste, miss, or the taste of the rouge?" Xu Chang’an countered.
"Naturally, the taste of the rouge." Yun Qian held Xu Chang’an’s hand, and he, naturally, used his Water Attribute True Qi to wipe the rouge stains clean off Yun Qian.
Her husband liked her taste very much; Yun Qian had asked before.
"This kind of rouge is quite common on Muyu Peak." Xu Chang’an explained, thinking of the recent environment on Muyu Peak and the senior sisters there, "It seems to be a popular scent these days."
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Yun Qian pursed her lips and said casually, "You’re quite familiar with the rouge they use, aren’t you?"
"Meeting often enough, I’ve learned a little." Xu Chang’an naturally responded. He understood Yun Qian well; Miss Yun was just asking, truly without any trace of jealousy.
And that’s indeed the case.
"So, how is the taste?" Yun Qian shook Xu Chang’an’s sleeve. Her long, loose hair fell to her waist, reflecting the light coupled with the makeup on her face, making her look precisely like a delicate new wife.
"Very good." Xu Chang’an’s eyes showed a hint of intoxication, unable to suppress his affection for Yun Qian.
Yun Qian felt Xu Chang’an’s gaze, thought for a moment, then brushed her messy hair aside and continued, "Compared to the rouge you bought me in Beisang City, which scent do you prefer?"
"Me?" Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian with tenderness in his eyes. He thought it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Miss Yun in such a delicate, somewhat charming manner before.
Thinking back, it was the day after she promised herself to him. She lay softly on the couch, unwilling to get up with such an aura.
But that gentleness from the pain only lasted a few days, and he hadn’t seen it since.
Phooey, phooey, phooey.
Xu Chang’an shook away the beautiful memories in his head, thinking that it was because Mr. Wen’s presence eased his pressure; otherwise... he wouldn’t be indulging in random thoughts.
"Rouge isn’t important. What’s important is the person using it. This lesson the miss should understand, right?" Xu Chang’an coughed lightly.
No matter what rouge Yun Qian uses, it will always be the best in his eyes.
Ordinary rouge from Beisang City or the exquisite Spiritual Energy Makeup from Muyu Peak... only holds significance when applied on Yun Qian.
"So that’s how it is." Yun Qian blinked, pondered, and said, "Why didn’t I think of that?"
Watching Yun Qian’s thoughtful expression, Xu Chang’an chuckled twice.
Yun Qian is usually smart, but when it involves him, she becomes... adorably silly.
As Xu Chang’an was thinking, he suddenly saw Yun Qian lean in seriously and say, "I want an ear piercing."
Xu Chang’an was stunned, and then immediately said, "Not a good idea."
"Why?" Yun Qian’s expression was slightly unnatural.
Xu Chang’an thought for a moment and hesitated, saying, "Because our body and skin are inherited from our parents?"
"Parents?" Yun Qian frowned.
But she has no parents.
Yun Qian looked out the window. Beyond the rain was a faintly visible pavilion, and further out, a pond of turquoise reflecting the sky.
The rainwater was gentle, and the breeze like jade, brought calming delight to her face.
Only, this tranquility carried a hint of danger.
Yun Qian had seen a sentence in a book Xu Chang’an wrote.
’The sky above is the parents, and the elders before are like immortals.’
Her husband’s parents are still alive. This pair of "immortals" she couldn’t meet for the time being, leaving only the sky above.
Looking at Yun Qian’s bewildered expression, Xu Chang’an shook his head. His intention was to "probe" into the mysterious matter of Yun Qian’s parents, but her confused look... there’s no probing anything.
"It’s not about the parents, just wearing an earring. It might hurt a lot." Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s delicate earlobe, finding it hard to imagine piercing a hole there, and said, "Aren’t you the most afraid of pain?"
"I’m not afraid of pain." Yun Qian replied without hesitation.
Just not mentioning parents is good; otherwise, she truly has no way out.
"Really not afraid?" Xu Chang’an recalled something, looking into Yun Qian’s watery eyes.
"Not afraid." Yun Qian nodded.
"Think again." Xu Chang’an said slowly.
Yun Qian’s heart stirred, and she softly said, "There was... a little fear, but it’s all in the past now."
"Do you know what I’m thinking?" Xu Chang’an thought he’d already said he wasn’t a proper gentleman, being fond of wealth, beauty, and food.
"I don’t know." Yun Qian shook her head, fingers gently grazing over a golden jewel earring, then after raising her eyebrows, she calmly said, "It’s just... sometimes I wonder if it’s because I was terribly afraid of pain before, that now you don’t want to touch me."
"Miss, be reserved." Xu Chang’an covered his face.