The sound of rain falls into the ears.
Yun Qian rarely "refused" Xu Changâanâs closeness. Although her eyes held reluctance, she quickly became resolute.
There are rules between her and Xu Changâan. For instance, if she borrows a lap pillow from him, she has to return one.
As it is now.
How can a wife refuse her husbandâs affection?
Yun Qian brought the faint rouge on her finger to Xu Changâanâs lips and asked, "Satisfied?"
Xu Changâanâs eyes trembled slightly. Sensing a hint of Miss Yunâs taste on the corner of his mouth, he said helplessly, "Satisfied. There hasnât been a time I wasnât 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 Changâan countered.
"Naturally, the taste of the rouge." Yun Qian held Xu Changâanâs 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 Changâan explained, thinking of the recent environment on Muyu Peak and the senior sisters there, "It seems to be a popular scent these days."
Itâs normal. The rouge that Master Wen Li gave to Li Zhibai is naturally the popular scent recently.
Yun Qian pursed her lips and said casually, "Youâre quite familiar with the rouge they use, arenât you?"
"Meeting often enough, Iâve learned a little." Xu Changâan naturally responded. He understood Yun Qian well; Miss Yun was just asking, truly without any trace of jealousy.
And thatâs indeed the case.
"So, how is the taste?" Yun Qian shook Xu Changâanâs 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 Changâanâs eyes showed a hint of intoxication, unable to suppress his affection for Yun Qian.
Yun Qian felt Xu Changâanâs 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 Changâan looked at Yun Qian with tenderness in his eyes. He thought it wasnât as if he hadnât 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 hadnât seen it since.
He really misses it.
Phooey, phooey, phooey.
What is he thinking?
Xu Changâan shook away the beautiful memories in his head, thinking that it was because Mr. Wenâs presence eased his pressure; otherwise... he wouldnât be indulging in random thoughts.
"Rouge isnât important. Whatâs important is the person using it. This lesson the miss should understand, right?" Xu Changâan 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 thatâs how it is." Yun Qian blinked, pondered, and said, "Why didnât I think of that?"
Watching Yun Qianâs thoughtful expression, Xu Changâan chuckled twice.
Yun Qian is usually smart, but when it involves him, she becomes... adorably silly.
Very cute.
As Xu Changâan was thinking, he suddenly saw Yun Qian lean in seriously and say, "I want an ear piercing."
"?"
Xu Changâan was stunned, and then immediately said, "Not a good idea."
"Why?" Yun Qianâs expression was slightly unnatural.
Xu Changâan 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 Changâan wrote.
âThe sky above is the parents, and the elders before are like immortals.â
Her husbandâs parents are still alive. This pair of "immortals" she couldnât meet for the time being, leaving only the sky above.
"Never mind."
Looking at Yun Qianâs bewildered expression, Xu Changâan shook his head. His intention was to "probe" into the mysterious matter of Yun Qianâs parents, but her confused look... thereâs no probing anything.
"Itâs not about the parents, just wearing an earring. It might hurt a lot." Xu Changâan looked at Yun Qianâs delicate earlobe, finding it hard to imagine piercing a hole there, and said, "Arenât you the most afraid of pain?"
"Iâm 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 Changâan recalled something, looking into Yun Qianâs watery eyes.
"Not afraid." Yun Qian nodded.
"Think again." Xu Changâan said slowly.
Yun Qianâs heart stirred, and she softly said, "There was... a little fear, but itâs all in the past now."
"Do you know what Iâm thinking?" Xu Changâan thought heâd already said he wasnât a proper gentleman, being fond of wealth, beauty, and food.
"I donât know." Yun Qian shook her head, fingers gently grazing over a golden jewel earring, then after raising her eyebrows, she calmly said, "Itâs just... sometimes I wonder if itâs because I was terribly afraid of pain before, that now you donât want to touch me."
"Miss, be reserved." Xu Changâan covered his face.