The bright yellow light of the Fire Stone bloomed like flowers as Yun Qian sat in the bath, watching Xu Chang’an through the misty white mirror as he seriously washed her hair.
Xu Chang’an was indeed very serious, carefully holding the soapberry and gently wiping.
He also felt that his attention was extremely focused, completely ignoring the rosy hue on her face, the scant warm breath she exhaled, and even the faint fragrance mixing with the soapberry’s scent.
Though self-deception is quite foolish, Xu Chang’an didn’t think of himself as particularly bright.
Well, perhaps because he had washed away the day’s dust and fatigue, Miss Yun appeared exceptionally beautiful to him now, which aligned with the idea that he saw Yun Qian as a sparkling red gem.
"You drink wine, yet you don’t get drunk," Yun Qian suddenly remarked.
Xu Chang’an paused, then nodded, "It’s not the time to get drunk."
Under Yun Qian’s "care," he drank wine, then bathed as usual, preparing to rest.
"Blame me for insisting on drinking the wine," Xu Chang’an gently wiped the moisture behind Yun Qian’s ear with a silk cloth, then said, "Even if I hadn’t drunk, your scent wouldn’t be of wine. Clearly... you have already bathed."
Yun Qian was quite intelligent.
She didn’t ask Xu Chang’an why he didn’t use his Water Attribute Spiritual Qi to resolve the wine scent. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet
After all, if he used Water Attribute Spiritual Qi, bathing wouldn’t be necessary.
Without bathing... how can one get close to one’s husband?
As for whether Xu Chang’an thought the same... that wasn’t Miss Guan Yun’s concern.
Her mood was very good.
The reason for her improved mood was so simple that she couldn’t pinpoint it; she just instinctively curved her lips.
"Miss is smiling again," Xu Chang’an coughed dryly.
Thinking about it, he suppressed the impulse to tease Yun Qian until now, but the innocent and pure desire to feast his eyes before sleeping, Miss should not understand, right?
Don’t joke around; he had used up his Spiritual Qi healing fingers, not for taking advantage of the young lady.
Sometimes, the smaller the matter, the more it reveals whether a person is promising, like now, when Xu Chang’an deeply realized that he was really quite hopeless.
Just speaking of bathing the young lady, he had done so even on the island; it should have been a routine, without any psychological ripples.
In fact, each time his heart stirred.
As Xu Chang’an was pondering, Yun Qian suddenly turned around and stood up in his astonished gaze.
Though in the bath, wrapping a towel was common sense.
Xu Chang’an mentioned this, his pupils subtly contracting.
Seeing Yun Qian gently kick, moving the small stool she sat on aside, then... she hugged him.
"Miss...?" Xu Chang’an pretended to be calm and patted her back with his wrist, "I still have hair cream on my hands."
Yun Qian released Xu Chang’an, seriously stating, "The heartbeat has sped up."
"Miss’s heartbeat was quite fast moments ago, I’ve tested it," Xu Chang’an nodded.
"Not mine." Yun Qian looked at him.
Xu Chang’an laughed, with a hint of helplessness, he embraced Yun Qian backhandedly, the cream-stained hand imprinting on her back, and softly said, "If you want to say something, speak."
Yun Qian had something to say; he could see that clearly.
"There’s a matter I don’t quite understand," Yun Qian got Xu Chang’an’s attention, then let him go, slightly squatted, pulling the stool she had kicked aside back, adjusted the towel, sat on it, and handed a strand of long hair to Xu Chang’an.
"What is it?" Xu Chang’an was accustomed, suppressing a bit of his minor thoughts, continuing to wash Yun Qian’s hair.
"I really liked the wine earlier," Yun Qian calmly stated.
"Really liked? How much liked?" Xu Chang’an asked curiously, "That’s not right, isn’t it just me drinking, not you?"
"I liked it very much, very much," Yun Qian tilted her head to make her words more persuasive, "Just like liking Wen Chun... hiss."
Yun Qian spoke, inhaling sharply, she turned, stared at Xu Chang’an, expressionless, but her eyes spelled grievance.
"You hurt me," Yun Qian said.
"I’m sorry," Xu Chang’an blushed, quickly apologizing.
Though he was quick to admit fault, Yun Qian’s mention of liking aspects akin to couple intimacy overwhelmed his mind.
Rubbing the spot he pulled Yun Qian’s hair, Xu Chang’an sighed deeply, "Liked it, so?"
"Pouring wine for you tires me," Yun Qian said.
"Next time I’ll be careful; I drank too much earlier," Xu Chang’an said, next time he’d pour himself without Yun Qian’s help.
Xu Chang’an’s subtle response stifled what she originally intended to say, leaving even Miss Yun momentarily bewildered.
Xu Chang’an’s fingers clenched, constantly replaying Yun Qian’s brief stunned look in his mind.
How could the young lady be so adorable?
"No, I want to pour wine for you. What I meant is..." Yun Qian seemingly oblivious to Xu Chang’an’s expression, continued, "Pouring wine tires me, but I like it. Along with Wen Chun it’s the same; liking it yet tiring."
"Hmm." Xu Chang’an nodded, his gaze toward Yun Qian was exceedingly warm.
To calmly express such shy words, this is one of the cute traits of Miss Yun.
"These things make me happy." Yun Qian asked, "Which is more important?"
Yun Qian was inquiring whether Xu Chang’an preferred the warmth of everyday life or couple intimacy.
"Miss always thinks about quirky things." Xu Chang’an was quite used to Yun Qian’s whimsical thoughts.
In his view, Yun Qian was essentially asking—whether closeness or "closeness" was better.
"I find both important," Xu Chang’an laughed freely, "Both are indispensable."
"Which do you prefer?" Yun Qian asked.
"I..." Xu Chang’an was about to answer when his smile froze.
He suddenly realized that Miss Yun’s question was quite clever, leaving him unsure of how to respond.
The intimacy of the couple versus their daily life, which is more important?
That really shouldn’t be considered a question.
"Miss Yun," Xu Chang’an solemnly said, "It’s not something that can be viewed separately, it’s inherently a whole. Altogether, without intimacy, the relationship is incomplete; we should look at it comprehensively."
"Is that so?" Yun Qian nodded, ignoring Xu Chang’an’s omission of calling her miss, thoughtfully saying, "So, you always wanted to be close to me initially... was that for a complete relationship?"
Xu Chang’an’s face flushed with heat.
Even as his years increased, revisiting the past where he solely wished to be close to her made his head spin.
Xu Chang’an forced himself to calm down, "And then? Surely there’s more you want to say."
Yun Qian responded softly, "I was thinking earlier, if my stamina was better, if you could be completely satisfied, I would favor the intimacy more."