In the sealed compartment, the scenery kept being thrown behind, the train moved steadily, and the atmosphere was warm.
Xu Changâan had his eyes closed.
A faint fragrance, slightly like osmanthus and orchid, gently drifted into his nose, and Xu Changâanâs mouth twitched lightly.
He seemed to have just mentioned a sentence, saying that no matter if Miss Yun took off her makeup, changed into simple clothes, or rolled around in the compartment, it could not truly diminish Miss Yunâs charm; it merely turned her from one kind of beauty into another.
So-called seeing it from the side as a ridge and from above as a peak, thatâs precisely it.
Now he felt younger.
Xu Changâan slowly opened his eyes, the light carried a tint of ambiguity as it entered his vision, causing Xu Changâan to be momentarily entranced.
So it turns out thereâs no such thing as side views in the world, at least not for him.
Only when facing the "mountain" directly can one experience that nearly suffocating sense of oppression.
Xu Changâan had not expected this himself; due to the height difference, the lady sat in his lap, perfectly with her chest against the tip of his nose.
Moreover, since Yun Qian had earlier rolled around in the carriage, her clothes twisted slightly, which made them tighter, thus highlighting her figure more.
Xu Changâan took a deep breath.
Hmm.
Sticking his head entirely in would definitely feel oppressive.
Thinking to this point, Xu Changâan silently pinched his own thigh and closed his eyes again.
He said he didnât have those worldly desires, so he didnât.
Yun Qian: "..."
Xu Changâanâs subtle actions of sneaking a peek and then closing his eyes could never escape Miss Yunâs notice from her elevated position.
Yun Qian thought that her husband was not disinterested after all.
This expression of Xu Changâanâs, Yun Qian always managed to see, so she clearly understood it was not that he disliked, but rather liked it yet needed restraint.
Yun Qian grew immensely interested, and her whole demeanor became much more serious.
Because similar expressions often appeared before Wen Chun, in situations where Xu Changâan needed to restrain himself.
But...
Now, there was neither nightfall nor were they at home, why would her husband suddenly feel such heartâs stirrings, to the extent needing to close his eyes and not look at her to restrain them.
Yet sitting together was not even close to an intimate gesture, especially compared to actions before where almost toothaches occurred... itâs not worth any concern.
During their intimate moments, her husband did not seem affected, how come now just looking at her, and then...
Yun Qian lowered her head.
In any case, this matter needs to be clearly pondered, since it could evoke Xu Changâanâs emotions, Yun Qian certainly wouldnât miss the chance to learn this technique.
While the lady was thinking, suddenly she froze, she clenched the hem of her clothes and said, "I said I didnât want to be your mother, how come itâs still hard for you to understand."
Only an infant facing its mother would want to be fed.
Hearing such an absurd statement, Xu Changâan slowly opened his eyes, a black line crossing his forehead, extremely speechless: "Miss, what are you saying."
"Oh, so itâs not that." Yun Qian nodded, realizing indeed she was overthinking, books say men like those with good figures, not like infants needing to be fed and stare.
"Then why are you acting so strangely?" Yun Qian shook her head, "It shouldnât be like this."
"Werenât we talking about Senior Zhuâs matters?" Xu Changâan helplessly.
"Sheâs not important."
Yun Qian lowered her head, staring fixedly at Xu Changâanâs eyebrows and eyes.
"...Alright, I surrender." Feeling Yun Qianâs stubborn gaze, Xu Changâan sighed and asked, "Does Miss want to know why I suddenly... felt my heart stirred?"
"Yes." Yun Qian nodded.
She wanted to know what happened and how she might use the same method to stir Xu Changâanâs heart in the future.
Xu Changâan: "..."
At this moment, Yun Qian looked as serious as a good student in class; if not for the unsuitable setting, Xu Changâan felt that Miss Yun would surely take out a pen to take notes.
"I say," Xu Changâan covered his face, "After you hear it, youâre not allowed to laugh at me."
"If itâs not funny, I wonât laugh."
"...Oh." Xu Changâan upon hearing this, lowered his head, wrapped both arms around Yun Qianâs waist, and said: "Miss, do you know... childhood regrets, a sentiment of sorts?"
"Childhood?" Yun Qian blinked.
Did she have such things?
Perhaps she did.
If one were to split a personâs growth into phases, meeting her husband prior made her an immature child, thus... before meeting her husband, it was her childhood?
But because the time before her husbandâs appearance didnât have meaning, even time itself held no significance to her, thus itâs quite mentally taxing for Miss Yun to comprehend her childhood.
After all, when her existence had no significance, where could the childhood have meaning?
This is destined to breach philosophy, becoming something the conscious existence cannot comprehend, so Yun Qian merely mused and wanted to yawn.
Yet she held back, knowing that as told by Xu Changâan, if she yawned, she would be kissed.
At least for now, Miss Yun rarely felt scared about Wen Chun.
Over here, Xu Changâan slightly raised his head and saw Miss Yunâs deeply conflicted appearance, sighed.
"My fault, I forgot, Miss never quite disclosed her real age... nor shared it with me."
After all, the moment he laid eyes on Yun Qian, she was already in this form.
Yun Qian: "..."
The lady paused for a long moment before discontentedly bouncing her body up a bit.