"You said you didnât understand, I just didnât understand." Yun Qian looked at him indulgently.
Xu Changâan: "..."
Damn, this girl is starting to exude her unparalleled charm again.
At this moment, the heavy rain turned into a drizzle, golden sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, through the gaps in the leaves by the roadside, and fell on the hurried figures of pedestrians.
The gleam cautiously reflected on the car window, complementing Yun Qianâs face with a pampering smile, embellishing it with a soft, radiant halo.
"Miss." Xu Changâan stared at her in a daze.
"Whatâs wrong?" Yun Qian asked.
"Donât you think... back then, I started having such thoughts, how perverted?" Xu Changâan asked.
"Perverted? You often say youâre perverted." Yun Qian said, "I really like it."
"My dear Miss, thatâs not the point." Xu Changâan sighed.
He knew that inside his childâs body was an adult soul, yet Miss Yun was unaware. At that time, he was clearly saved by the girl, but instead of feeling grateful when being held by her, his heart raced...
Whatever he thought, he was an incorrigible, ungrateful, and horribly bad person.
Especially knowing that Yun Qian wasnât acting on a whim back then but was really taking good care of him... The more he was moved, the more guilty he felt.
But there was no way around it.
No one being held by Yun Qian could truly say that not even a single romantic thought would arise.
Xu Changâan believed that Miss Yun should find someone like him disgusting, rather than looking at him with such a smiling face.
"Miss, ever since then Iâve had improper thoughts about you. How can you still smile?" Xu Changâan asked seriously.
"?"
Yun Qian blinked, tilting her head.
"You like me, Iâm happy, why shouldnât I smile?"
If Xu Changâan was being held by her and didnât feel something, that would truly make Miss Yun unable to smile.
Husband is indeed a strange person, constantly entangled in strange thoughts that Miss Yun simply couldnât fathom.
"Forget it."
Xu Changâan just felt that he and Miss Yun could no longer communicate.
"It is strange." Xu Changâan sighed softly.
His past lifeâs memories were only just over twenty years old.
Single in the past life.
Not amorous.
Could even be said to avoid women.
In his past life, he wasnât completely uninterested in women. Occasionally, when encountering a beautiful woman, heâd take an extra glance, but no more than that.
He never had feelings for any woman from childhood to adulthood in his past life.
So, he truly wasnât a perverted person.
But...
But this time, after opening his eyes, the first glance at Yun Qian left her shadow etched on his heart.
"So, Iâm actually not perverted, just like you, Miss." Xu Changâan said, then felt that saying it out loud made him terribly shameless.
"Miss, I fell in love with you at first sight, is there nothing you want to say?"
"What should I say?" Yun Qian asked.
"Thatâs your business." Xu Changâan held the girlâs hand, saying, "So... Miss isnât cold towards everyone."
Miss Yun wasnât inherently a cold person.
From how she took him home, cared for him, even deliberately took him to bask in the sun and taught him to read, one could tell.
Miss Yun, who would do such things, was simply a kind-hearted, pure, and innocent young lady living alone.
But...
This image was completely different from the Yun Qian Xu Changâan knew.
If according to what he knew about Miss Yun...
"Miss, youâre not right." Xu Changâan said seriously, "The Miss Yun I know, if she saw a stranger washed ashore at the beach, would just act like she hadnât seen it."
Even if he was about to die.
Even if he was rotting.
Yun Qian wouldnât spare an extra glance.
This was Yun Qianâs nature, as if sitting on the frosty heaven, intrinsically cold towards strangers.
So, Yun Qian taking him home was truly something Xu Changâan couldnât understand.
Xu Changâan always thought of himself as extremely ordinary.
Such a person couldnât claim that he was "special," and thatâs why Miss Yun took him home.
Xu Changâan was serious, while Miss Yun was full of confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
Seeing him washed ashore, how could she pretend not to see it?
"Miss, you and the gentlemanâs relationship is quite good now, right?" Xu Changâan suddenly asked.
"Miss Li?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Changâan, then nodded.
"Then... forget it, I wonât ask." Xu Changâan initially wanted to ask if Li Zhibai needed help like he did if Yun Qian would care.
But the question was too obvious.
The girl wouldnât care.
"Miss, what were you thinking when you took me back then?"
"You came to me, so I brought you home." Yun Qianâs gaze was calm, "Is that strange?"
"So, am I truly the special one?" Xu Changâan was baffled.
"Youâre naturally special." Yun Qian was sure.
"..." Xu Changâanâs face flushed with heat, and he stopped asking.
By now, pursuing the change in Yun Qianâs personality was meaningless.
Perhaps in his past life, he and Yun Qianâs life lines were always missing each other, but after reincarnation, these two lines were tightly intertwined.
His and the girlâs lives were tightly bound together now.
"Miss is special, and so am I." Xu Changâan shook his head, "If thereâs such a thing as fate under the heavens, if this is fate, then even if I donât believe in fate, or in the next life, I still want to say..."
"Such a fate is truly wonderful."
Xu Changâan lifted his head, his gaze finally crossing Yunâs figure, looking at Yun Qianâs face without any suggestive intent.
"So, what about your regret?" Yun Qian blinked.
"Iâll talk about it when we get home." Xu Changâan coughed.
"Oh." Yun Qian extended a finger, "Iâm actually not very satisfied."
"Not satisfied with what?" Xu Changâan realized something, it turned out...he said so much, but the girl still saw through to the essence at a glance.
"Your reason for closing your eyes, not looking at me." Yun Qian stared at him, "Thereâs more unsaid."
"..." Xu Changâan fell silent upon hearing this, then sighed helplessly, "Miss, you really donât give me any leeway for dignity."
Yes.
He had spoken ninety percent of the truth, and the reason for closing his eyes was not just to restrain the deep inhalation, there was another meaning.
But that meaning only held one percent.
The girlâs eyes were truly perceptive.
"Tell me." Yun Qian shook her head, "The reason for your heartâs affection, apart from childhood unfulfilled things, what else?"
"Hmm, with eyes closed, I can better feel Missâs presence." Xu Changâan asked, "Does this reason satisfy you?"
Miss Yun clung to him.
Closing his eyes could amplify other senses.
Like enjoying music, closing your eyes feels better.
Closing eyes isnât just restraint, sometimes itâs â enjoyment.
Xu Changâan was enjoying it.
Enjoying Miss Yunâs "entering his arms."
"Satisfied." Yun Qian received the answer, smiling.
Very satisfied.
"As long as youâre satisfied." Xu Changâan couldnât help but sigh, thinking that little dark thought of his could never be hidden from Yun Qian.
That little lustful idea of his always got dragged out by the girl and enlarged infinitely under the sun, truly embarrassing.
But after feeling shy and annoyed, Xu Changâan also laughed.
Having his dark thoughts caught by Miss Yun was also a beautiful thing.
Their fragmented life experiences between him and Yun Qian were like flowers woven from time, every petal was affixed with enviable beauty.
"Is Miss in a better mood?" Xu Changâan closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Yun Qianâs waist.
"Yes." Yun Qian gently nodded.
Now that she knew her husband closed his eyes not to restrain but to better experience her beauty, Yun Qian no longer had any resistance.
"You mentioned... fate?" Miss Yun looked at him.
Her husband just mentioned fate, saying it was a good fate, one he liked.
Coincidentally.
Miss Zhu was actually one of his original fates.