This Chapter took me a full six hours to type out, leaving Nuan to waver between eating and not eating. In the end, she couldn’t accept loveless intimacy. Don’t worry, dear readers, the wait won’t be too long.
Before stepping out of the bathroom, Zhou Mikang hesitated between a nightgown and a towel before reaching for the nightgown. Then he thought it was shameful for him, a grown man, to wrap himself up tightly in front of his own wife, so he ultimately chose the towel.
The moment he opened the door and found Chuxia sneaking a peek, he didn’t know which foot to step with first. Annoyingly, after Chuxia sneaked her peek, she boldly sat up and stared, even taking him to task.
Tongzi, who had never been so exposed in front of a woman, blushed instantly from his cheeks to his ears, his wheat-colored skin turning the color of adzuki beans, awkward~.
Tongzi was uncomfortable; Chuxia was even more so, her brows slightly furrowed as she continued to scold, "I know your body is healthier than mine, but do you really need to show off ? Isn’t the nightgown in the bathroom? Why not wear it?"
Scolding someone feels really good! Refreshing, isn’t it?
"Lie back down, don’t catch a cold!" Tongzi is still Tongzi, even if his face was burning like fire, he couldn’t forget to play the big bad wolf.
"I’ve got my nightgown on, I’m not cold," Chuxia said proudly, tugging at the sleeve of her cotton nightgown, "Do you think I’m as foolish as you?"
"Really?" Tongzi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He took three steps to the side of the bed, scaring Chuxia into a jerk back under the covers, her cheeks pleasingly smiling, "It is a bit cold, better to stay under the covers, hehe. You should dry your hair too, don’t catch a cold, hehe..."
Seeing her , Zhou Mikang’s discomfort instantly vanished without a trace, and he even felt a bit of disdain for himself. In front of his own wife, what was there to be embarrassed about? His brain must have been kicked by a donkey just now!
"I don’t need to blow-dry, my hair is short." Zhou Mikang ran his fingers through his hair and climbed onto the bed. Chuxia quickly shrank further into the covers, leaving only her little head out, smiling foolishly, "I’m sleepy, I’ll sleep first. Wait for your hair to dry before you sleep." After speaking, she tightly closed her eyes, not daring to breathe. Unfortunately, her fluttering eyelids betrayed her.
"Enough, stop pretending. You haven’t even seen our marriage certificate yet..." Zhou Mikang said as he pulled open the bedside drawer, took out the marriage certificate, and poked Chuxia, "See, take a look."
Realizing feigning ignorance was useless, Chuxia unwillingly opened her eyes, yawning: "You woke me up just as I was falling asleep, really annoying."
"Oh really?" Zhou Mikang retorted, handing the marriage certificate to Chuxia while casually untying the towel around his waist.
Chuxia’s face flushed red at the sight, but she couldn’t help sneaking a glance out of the corner of her eye, then secretly sighed with relief. Thankfully, he was wearing underwear.
Tongzi caught her expression completely, his lips unconsciously curling up, and he pulled her into his embrace: "If you want to look, then just look openly. We’re all family here, no need for sneaking around."
"Cough cough cough..." Was this still the shy and stiff Tongzi from before? Such a big change in such a short time left Chuxia almost choking on her saliva in shock.
Zhou Mikang gently patted her back while continuing to speak shockingly, "Getting this excited? Are you seeing me as an outsider?"
Knowing he was teasing her, Chuxia tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart, glaring at him: "You just want to show off your good physique, don’t you? I’ve seen it, exhibitionist!"
Zhou Mikang reached out for the marriage certificate in her hands: "Give it to me once you’re done looking."
"Shh-ra!" In her haste, Chuxia jerked back, ripping open a slit in the marriage certificate. If Zhou Mikang hadn’t released it quickly, it might have been torn in half. PS: In that era, a marriage certificate was just like a paper award certificate.
Chuxia shrank back and looked at Zhou Mikang, fearing he would scold her. Instead, he was silent for a long while, then sighed softly, his tone gentle: "Chuxia, are you so afraid of me?"
"I..." Chuxia hesitated, sitting upright, "It’s not fear... it’s that I don’t know how to face you."
Zhou Mikang’s eyebrows raised: "Oh?"
Chuxia looked up seriously at Zhou Mikang: "I always thought that marriage should happen between two people who love each other."
"And we..." she paused, seeing no sign of anger from him, continued, "And we obviously don’t meet that condition."