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For example, the little bliss in the dream at the hot spring.
For example, the leap off the island cliff, she would be eager, urgent like starlight.
Hence, she’s very seldom anxious, not always as composed and unruffled as now.
Xu Chang’an drank his noodle soup, his heartbeat accelerated because he suddenly realized... his way of teasing her was really childish.
Compared to her anxiety when not taking her to pick flowers, Yun Qian’s anticipation of him coming home, that kind of deep yearning was more touching.
"Miss, I was wrong, earlier... I shouldn’t have bullied you, and also shouldn’t have been secretly delighted over some prank."
After realizing that his little thoughts were barely significant in front of her, Xu Chang’an decisively apologized.
"Being happy is a good thing." Yun Qian rested her face on her hand listlessly leaning on the table and said, "Doing it again wouldn’t be a problem."
She contemplated whether to drink two more sips of soup.
After all, when one drinks plenty of water, one naturally wants to pick flowers.
Could she make him happy again?
Xu Chang’an looked at her; although she was calm, her tone was already indulgent, helplessly saying, "Miss, you just spoil me."
"You’ll spoil me too; it’s just reciprocal." Yun Qian tilted her head to watch Xu Chang’an eat his noodles; from her position, she could see the fire stone’s reflection glistening over the oil droplets in the soup at the corner of his lips.
"That’s how it used to be." Xu Chang’an finished his noodles, wiped his mouth, unable to directly face Yun Qian’s intense gaze, and stood up to clear the table.
"Used to be?" Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, still leaning on the table without intending to get up, just saying, "You... do you not spoil me anymore?"
She recalled the bowl of noodles she hadn’t finished earlier, that had quite a few noodles she had bitten off.
"Not really." Xu Chang’an said holding the bowls and chopsticks, "Miss, don’t you find I’ve been... bullying you quite frequently recently?"
Other things aside, Yun Qian recently remarked multiple times about him "bullying," indicating he’s been quite imprudent lately.
Xu Chang’an seriously looked at the lifeless girl in front, finally putting away his playful attitude, glancing at the Beauty Pills’ location, seriously saying, "Miss, I’ve talked this much because I want to reflect... what’s happening, why am I constantly doing bad things lately."
Now bold enough to bully her, who knows what he might do in the future.
In the past, when Yun Qian said she wanted to pick flowers, how could he let her wait even a moment? Wouldn’t he have already carried her to the West Pavilion, watching her ’jokes’ leisurely?
The once cautious, courteous young man seemed to be transformed into a mischievous Wulingzi, an idler.
Spoiled by love, that’s him.
"I can’t keep doing these bad things; I need to think... think..." Xu Chang’an walked into the kitchen holding the bowl and chopsticks, leaving the half-sentence to float softly: "Think... why am I acting out lately."
"... Bad things?" Yun Qian blinked, looking at Xu Chang’an’s back, unable to comprehend.
Bullying oneself, is that something truly heinous?
Yun Qian pondered this very serious matter, then stopped lying down, resting one hand against her cheek, creating a red mark on it.
She has lived so long, only her husband can bully her.
Moreover, he only bullies her, which doesn’t count as idling, unlike the Beisang City rascals constantly lounging in brothels.
Yun Qian thought she wasn’t upset, not knowing what he was guilt-ridden about.
Really, he hasn’t gotten used to bullying like a vile person.
He also needs cultivation.
A young man, surprisingly questioning his existence over his own pranks...
Yun Qian wanted Xu Chang’an to cheer up, glancing at the steaming teapot on the table, contemplating whether to drink more water.
Getting anxious again?
Yun Qian ultimately didn’t drink the water.
Making Xu Chang’an happy is important, but not overstraining herself is equally important, otherwise... already weak, drinking too much and bloating would make him more upset.
After a while, Xu Chang’an returned to the room, seeing Yun Qian sitting before the vanity, staring blankly at the mirror.
"Miss, I just received Junior Master Qin’s Jade Scroll, saying some Sect Leader is visiting the mountain later, so we probably won’t go down the mountain until after noon, allowing you to rest a bit."
Xu Chang’an wiped his hands, placed the Jade Scroll from his waist down: "Junior Master Qin is indeed concerned about our affairs; this time, sending a message must also be carefully handled, and later I’ll go over to him to manage the procedures for descending, and incidentally ask who is visiting."
Xu Chang’an always felt that, due to the Celestial Tribulation on Celestial Bright Peak, this place wasn’t as stable.
So many cultivators coming and going, leaving Yun Qian alone here didn’t make him feel safe.
Wondering... if it may be better for her to move out of this place sooner.
Maybe he could ask Steward Zhu’s opinion when descending.
Yun Qian took in the information with one ear and out the other, paying no mind to these trivial matters he mentioned, since he was in charge.
She only needed to think about things important to her.
"I’ve figured it out." Yun Qian turned around, seriously looking at Xu Chang’an saying, "It’s not a bad thing."
"What?" Xu Chang’an was puzzled.
"Bullying me recently... is not a bad thing, it’s actually a good thing, a very... very good thing." Yun Qian affirmed.
Xu Chang’an now understood: "You’re thinking about it. Fine, stop comforting me, I’ll reflect."
"I’m serious." Yun Qian shook her head.
Hearing this, Xu Chang’an stopped dismissing it, quietly looking at her: "How so."
Yun Qian wanted to stand up but lacked the strength, just continuing to sit, "When you were a steward, you never bullied me."
"Otherwise?" Xu Chang’an responded instinctively, "Back then I was a steward, now..."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused.
"Understand now?" Yun Qian observed Xu Chang’an fell silent, a smile emerging that showed upon figuring this out, a good mood about to overflow, she grabbed some crimson rouge paper from the dressing box, thinking of stocking up on rouge for Beisang City.
To become a good wife.
"I understand." Xu Chang’an’s expression was peculiar.
Never bullying as a steward.
Only able to bully Miss Yun was her husband, close companion, spouse, rather than a mere steward.
Therefore, he recently bullying... seems like he is gradually abandoning the ’steward’ identity.
For Yun Qian, this naturally was a good thing.
Perhaps, the title "Miss" might not last much longer.
Ultimately, calling her "Miss Yun" is still the most comfortable.
If asked, it’s mutual respect.
Yet being someone who bullies her, what kind of respect is that?
Or... perhaps he could give her an exclusive nickname only he calls.
Xu Chang’an blinked, looking at Yun Qian’s joyful reflection in the mirror, pondering one thing.
Does she know her husband is someone who dare bully but wouldn’t dare call ’lady,’ a coward?