Xu Changâan spoke in a serious tone, "Senior Zhu, itâs the âunwarranted disasterâ that the senior sisters talk about."
Yun Qian blinked at his words.
Really?
Is Miss Zhu also one?
Seeing Yun Qianâs interest piqued, Xu Changâan used a mass of Spiritual Power to envelop himself and Miss Yun, shielding their upcoming conversation.
"Right, Miss, come closer to me," Xu Changâan suddenly said.
"Huh." Yun Qian blinked and lowered her head, her gaze fixed on Xu Changâanâs hand resting on her lower abdomen.
This is already quite close.
Leaning against Xu Changâanâs shoulder, with his arm around her waist, how else could they get closer?
However, Miss Yun quickly understood.
Xu Changâan straightened his body and patted his leg, indicating for the young lady to sit on it.
Yun Qian blinked her pretty eyes.
Sitting... on his leg?
The semi-transparent curtains were tightly closed, making it impossible to see what the carriage looked like inside, much like Xu Changâan not knowing the significance of Yun Qianâs subtle expression at this moment.
Outside, the female driver clad in Qingyi had excellent driving skills. She was curious as to why the young master hadnât made a single noise, and although she wanted to glance back, she didnât have the courage.
Inside the carriage.
Yun Qian gently removed Xu Changâanâs hand and stood up, seriously asking.
"Do you want me to sit?"
"Miss, at this moment, donât take it too seriously, itâs quite embarrassing," Xu Changâan said, his face heating up and tone hurried, "Back on the island, it wasnât like this never happened before, what is there to be concerned about."
"On the island?" Yun Qian tilted her head and said, "But at that time, you were the one resting on my lap."
Xu Changâan: "..."
Hiss.
He drew in a breath sharply, and thoughts of those long-past yet beautiful moments, despite being a black history, resurfaced with Miss Yunâs words.
Xu Changâanâs eye twitched incessantly; looking at Yun Qianâs calm demeanor, he wished there was a hole he could crawl into.
Indeed.
Thatâs exactly it.
When he first arrived, he was... a child.
Children inherently have the conveniences of being a child, so for a time he indeed... often rested on Miss Yunâs lap.
Such as using her lap as a pillow, even being held in her arms while she taught him the initial rudimentary steps of reading Ancient Rhymes, learning characters, all were everyday occurrences.
"...?"
Yun Qian observed Xu Changâanâs strange expression without understanding, "Whatâs wrong? Did I remember incorrectly?"
"No," Xu Changâan sighed, yet the corners of his mouth lifted unbeknownst to him.
The years on the island, indeed delightful memories.
He still recalls being found by the young lady when his body had not yet healed, being cared for by Miss Yun.
Yun Qian couldnât quite grasp it.
Wasnât he supposed to talk about Miss Zhu?
How did it suddenly turn to this?
Forget it.
She followed Xu Changâanâs reminiscence, then recalled those moments of the past.
Back then, despite Xu Changâanâs frail recovery and poor stamina, he still endeavored to help her with whatever he could manage.
The young lady still remembered, when practicing calligraphy, Xu Changâan frequently showed signs of extreme exhaustion, yet no matter how tired he became, he endured and only rested after achieving the goals he set for himself each day.
Only then could he see himself as a competent caretaker.
This was Xu Changâanâs thought back then.
But one day, he inevitably couldnât hold on and fell asleep there.
Miss Yun then offered him a lap pillow.
The first lap pillow, was given under such circumstances.
And with a first time, there came a second time, until it developed into Xu Changâan comfortably reading while sitting on Miss Yunâs lap.
"However," Yun Qian emerged from her memories, speaking a bit regretfully, "ever since you grew taller, you seemed unwilling to be held by me."
Xu Changâan: "..."
Numb.
What defines a black history?
This is it.
ââ
"Miss, itâs not just about growing taller, but... after considering myself your caretaker, I couldnât overstep like that," Xu Changâan shook his head.
When he was first picked up, he was genuinely awestruck by the lady, and he leveraged his childlike appearance to take advantage of her, perhaps even feeling a bit smug.
But ever since targeting becoming a qualified caretaker, until moving into the main building with Miss Yun and sharing a room, not a single overstep occurred again.
As for bathing and dressing the ladyâthose were the caretakerâs duties.
Initially uncomfortable with such tasks, but after refusing to enter the bath once, the young lady, perhaps out of spite or a genuine accident, fell into the hot spring, he no longer refused.
In any case, he wasnât sure how Yun Qian managed alone before he arrived.
Miss Yun, unaware Xu Changâan was currently deeming her incapable, blinked and said, "Overstepping? You donât need to mention such things to me, I donât mind."
"But I do," Xu Changâan said helplessly.
Ultimately, how does Miss Yun manage to utterly reject being called an elder while shining with such gentle radiance?
"Alright." Yun Qian thought to herself, since he says he minds, sheâll act as if it matters.
In Xu Changâanâs astonished gaze, Miss Yun suddenly stood up and walked towards him.
The carriage was quite tall, allowing even the tall young lady to fully stretch out.
Xu Changâan was sitting there, with Yun Qian standing in front of him.
The young man tilted his head back, unable to resist blinking.
He was still growing, so the young lady was taller than him, and being looked down upon by Yun Qian like this, coupled with her ever-unchanging expression...