Pei Yuqing is still asleep, with his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids, his nose straight and his chin showing a faint blue stubble.
Despite the stubble, his face still appears extrely clean, not at all like a twenty-seven-year-old man.
Xie Wanqing watched for a while, her gaze slowly sliding down to his chest.
... Did he not button up the shirt she unbuttoned last night?
She was very angry at the ti, her mind filled with thoughts that since he made her so angry, he ought to accompany her in it.
Driven by anger, she actually did sothing like unbuttoning his shirt...
Xie Wanqing pursed her lips, and when she looked up again, her eyes t a pair of deep-set ones.
Seeing her look over, Pei Yuqing’s gaze suddenly softened, he smiled: "Did you sleep well?"
This smile was as gentle as before, as if last night was calm and peaceful, and there was no distance between them.
But actually, they didn’t even consummate their marriage.
Xie Wanqing stared at him, a little puzzled at how he could still smile when they hadn’t consummated their marriage.
Doesn’t he like her?
Having waited for so many years, the girl he likes is lying beside him, yet he still doesn’t touch her, and he can still smile?
Xie Wanqing is not a naïve girl untouched by the world; in dreams, she has seen Lu Ziyuan...
So, is this person still a normal man?
Sharing the sa bed, yet on the wedding night they didn’t consummate, shouldn’t he be frustrated?
Why does he still look like nothing is wrong?
He...
Xie Wanqing furrows her brows, her mind a chaotic ss, clearly distracted.
"What are you thinking?" Pei Yuqing holds her shoulders gently and pulls her into his arms, softly saying, "Good girl, won’t you stop being angry at ?"
Xie Wanqing snaps back to reality, allowing him to embrace her, her hand resting on his waist. After a few silent monts, she can’t help but probe: "You have a heart condition, you can’t have intense emotional fluctuations, so does that an you also can’t be overly exhausted..."
Pei Yuqing is startled for a mont, then decisively nods: "Right, with a heart condition I shouldn’t be too exhausted or distressed."
With a ready excuse, feeling it’s unnecessary not to use it, he takes her hand and places it on his chest, sowhat weakly saying, "I made you angry last night, I couldn’t sleep well all night, I’ll need to take a Heart Nourishing Pill later."
"This serious?" Hearing this, Xie Wanqing forgets about everything else, her expression regretful: "It’s all my fault, I just wanted to make you angry, without considering your health can’t handle anger."
As she speaks, she’s about to get up to get the dicine, but the hand around her waist holds her tightly, not at all like the hand of a weak patient.
Pei Yuqing lightly kisses her forehead, pitifully saying, "Wanwan, could you forgive this ti, considering my weak health? I promise I won’t dare again."
"..." Xie Wanqing silently ponders, unsure of her feelings.
She keeps reminding herself that this husband she chose herself.
He has long been honest about his heart condition, as for...
After a long pause, she softly replies, "I forgive you."
It’s said that eunuchs in the palace, more or less have certain quirks.
He’s already quite comndable, at the very least she should learn to be understanding towards him...
The servants outside hear the movent inside and knock on the door.
Xie Wanqing responds quickly, like receiving an amnesty, letting them in.
Erqing leads, alongside one of the two older maids she’s t before, followed by several young maidservants, Yuanyu and Yuan Yue, all holding washing utensils.
The elderly maid steps forward to greet respectfully: "Old servant wishes good morning to the heir’s wife."
Xie Wanqing replied granting them exemption from courtesy, the elderly maid smiled and said a few auspicious words, before stepping over to the bed.
With a face full of smiles, it couldn’t help but change after retrieving the handkerchief from the bed.
Pei Yuqing is already up, he refused the servants’ aid, dressing neatly on his own, turning back to see this scene, he nonchalantly says: "Go inform mother, we’ll co over for breakfast."
"..." Originally feeling sowhat unsettled, Xie Wanqing falls silent.
She begins to wonder if her assumptions are correct...
The few maidservants skillfully and quickly dress her.
Pei Yuqing, on his end, has no idea what his newlywed wife imagines him to be, sitting quietly aside watching as the maidservants surround her.
It’s the second day of their wedding, the girl still clad in a vivid red peony gown, her figure graceful, especially with a multicolored ribbon cinching her waist that’s no wider than a hand.
The man’s fingers unconsciously move slightly, in the images flashing through his mind, the girl shows a stretch of tender waist, under his full control, he...
"Pei Changqing!" The girl’s face is right in front of his, "I’ve called you several tis, what are you thinking about?"
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