The gentle breeze swept past the wooden window lattice, creating a pleasing rustling sound, so melodious to the ears.
Xu Chang’an sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yun Qian, who lay on her side on the bed, with bright eyes reflecting on the scenes from the bathroom earlier.
The day, the earth, the floating clouds, and the slightly burning brazier by the bedside all seemed adorable, just like the touch of Miss Yun he had just felt.
Speaking of it, after helping Yun Qian wash up, he realized that Miss Yun had grown a bit more, and touching her felt as soft and gentle as the sand on a white beach.
Yun Qian, clad in a red embroidered dress, lay half upright, hugging a double pillow, with a peculiar expression in her eyes.
"The brazier." She said.
Xu Chang’an nudged the brazier closer with his foot, sitting by the side and said, "Weren’t you going to eat? Why aren’t you getting up? Breakfast is ready."
"I’m thinking about something."
Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an, somewhat puzzled. Previously, he helped her bathe as usual, but his face always displayed a mysterious smile. After finishing, he didn’t give her a chance to speak, rushing straight to the kitchen to cook.
"Am I funny?" Yun Qian raised an eyebrow.
Xu Chang’an was taken aback, then realized what Yun Qian was referring to. He touched the corner of his mouth, realizing he hadn’t managed his expressions well earlier.
Xu Chang’an coughed lightly, his gaze swept across Yun Qian’s waist: "Miss, your diet seems to be quite good recently."
Yun Qian wasn’t like those skinny little girls without an ounce of flesh on them. Her figure was excellent, so naturally... Xu Chang’an would take a few more glances. Earlier, he merely felt his Miss Yun seemed to have matured a bit, becoming more womanly.
"Diet’s good?" Yun Qian blinked and suddenly realized something. She reached out and gently pinched her belly, not feeling any fat.
Yun Qian never used to care about her figure, but Xu Chang’an’s gaze inevitably made her think more.
Yun Qian asked, "Am I fat?"
"Huh?" Xu Chang’an’s eye twitched, thinking that a curvaceous body and being fat were not the same thing. However, he wasn’t sure how to respond appropriately when asked such questions by womenfolk.
"Speak." Yun Qian bit her lip.
"Mm... mm..." Xu Chang’an pondered for a moment, suddenly inspired, and said, "This isn’t called fat; it’s called voluptuous."
Yun Qian stared at him, then after a while said, "That’s the same thing."
Pinching her arm, Yun Qian looked down at her willow-like waist, then raised her head: "I’m not having breakfast, you eat by yourself."
"I was wrong." Xu Chang’an held his forehead with one hand: "You should eat if you need to."
"Give me another chance? I’ll answer you again."
Xu Chang’an smiled with raised eyebrows: "Miss’s figure is very standard, seems leaner than most girls."
"..." Yun Qian crossed her arms, remaining silent.
Xu Chang’an was helpless.
Such words might be effective the first time, but using them to cover up a slip of the tongue is utterly useless.
How could he believe such nonsense.
"You’re clearly still smiling." Yun Qian said calmly.
"Am I... smiling?" Xu Chang’an blinked rapidly.
"Yes." Yun Qian pointed her jade-like finger at the upturned corner of Xu Chang’an’s lips.
After all, the wife who cares about her figure is simply too adorable, and facing such a rare sight, Xu Chang’an finds it hard not to be in good spirits.
Yet, he would try not to bully his wife, even though Yun Qian with her new ladylike charm is indeed tempting.
Xu Chang’an seriously pondered and realized the root of the issue wasn’t about figure.
He suddenly stood up, lifted the lying Yun Qian into his arms heading toward the dining table, saying at the same time: "Just perfect, I like it a lot."
Yun Qian, hanging in the air, unusually didn’t wrap her arms around Xu Chang’an’s neck, just letting him hold her as her long hair dangled down.
Until Xu Chang’an placed her on the chair, looking at the steaming porridge and snacks on the table, Yun Qian still hadn’t said a word.
"Does Miss think I am that shallow? Only caring about your figure?" Xu Chang’an asked.
Yun Qian shook her head; she didn’t think so.
"Do you think I’m angry?" Yun Qian countered, looking at Xu Chang’an’s face: "No need to comfort me. I was just thinking, maybe I really could eat a bit less at times."
"I know." Xu Chang’an responded without thinking.
He knew his Miss Yun the best. She simply wouldn’t have such a little girl demeanor; she must genuinely want to slim down a bit.
Perhaps... to make herself more likable.
However, what Yun Qian thinks is her own affair, and how to act on it is his own business.
"By the way." Xu Chang’an recalled the senior sister at Mu Yu Peak, suddenly pointing at his face: "Hasn’t Miss noticed that I’ve changed a bit?"
Yun Qian’s eyelashes fluttered lightly and naturally said: "Yes, you’ve become more handsome."
"Then why didn’t you tell me?" Xu Chang’an curled his lips.
Though Xu Chang’an thought he hadn’t changed much, even the senior sisters at Mu Yu Peak noticed it. How could Yun Qian, who spent every day with him, not see his change? Yet... Yun Qian never expressed any surpise about his looks the entire time.
"There’s nothing worth mentioning." Yun Qian thought that whatever Xu Chang’an turned into, she’d like it, so there was no need to bring it up specially.
"I’m the same way, so no need to worry about weight." Xu Chang’an seemed to understand what Yun Qian was thinking.