"Can I say it? About Wen Chun?" Yun Qian asked.
"Miss, I won’t ntion the words ’restraint’ anymore today." Xu Chang’an chuckled bitterly, then placed a hand on his forehead, harshly scolding himself in his heart.
The girl has already co to this point, how could he still refuse? It’s simply inhuman.
If it weren’t Yun Qian, if it were an ordinary woman, her self-esteem would probably have been severely wounded, and quarrels or leaving ho would be considered light consequences.
But there’s no choice.
"It’s inconvenient today. Next ti... next ti, I definitely won’t turn you down." Xu Chang’an stared at the wine pot, not daring to look at Yun Qian. After all, he also really wanted to be with the girl...
To say the word ’refuse,’ felt as if his heart had been grabbed. It was far more painful for him than for the ’heedless’ Yun Qian.
"It’s inconvenient today?" Yun Qian’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she scanned Xu Chang’an up and down. Her cherry lips parted lightly: "I know, only won face inconvenience."
He doesn’t have nstrual blood, where does this idea of inconvenience co from?
But...
Yun Qian’s blinking suddenly sped up.
She felt, if her husband occasionally turned into a woman for a day or two, it wouldn’t be bad; she’d quite like that.
"Miss, what are you thinking?" Xu Chang’an seed to see the word ’danger’ appear abruptly above his head, and couldn’t help but shiver.
"Nothing." Yun Qian shook her head: "Why is it inconvenient?"
"Forget it." Xu Chang’an said: "Tomorrow we have to go down the mountain to see Senior Zhu, this matter... Miss, don’t forget."
Tomorrow she’ll also be very tired; tornting the girl today is obviously inappropriate.
Besides, let Zhu Pingniang select a cultivation technique for Yun Qian, necessary inspections will certainly be conducted. Xu Chang’an dared not guarantee what that rather unorthodox Senior might inspect. If she discovered the girl only today...
Xu Chang’an didn’t even dare imagine.
Who knows, Zhu Pingniang might misunderstand his and Yun Qian’s purpose behind Yin Yang Dual Cultivation, whether it’s for cultivation or sothing else...
If Miss Yun were misunderstood as an indiscreet woman, he certainly wouldn’t sleep easy.
Without even ntioning anything else, for Yun Qian’s reputation, he must learn restraint.
The reason for refusal is really just that simple.
Xu Chang’an looked tenderly at Yun Qian and slowly grasped her hand.
Because there is still plenty of ti, there’s no rush for indulgence.
"That’s it, take a good rest today." Xu Chang’an said.
"...Mm." Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an’s extrely serious expression and could only respond softly.
At this mont, the atmosphere that should have been intimate and flushed was easily shattered.
Indeed, the atmosphere is incredibly important; even Li Zhibai couldn’t defy it.
But even the atmosphere Yun Qian likes, Xu Chang’an managed to evade, spoiling the atmosphere she favored, a consequence only he could afford.
Who would have thought, Xu Chang’an gave up the idea of enjoying the fruit, and Yun Qian took over and still hit a wall.
Yun Qian gazed at Xu Chang’an, her fingertip brushed across her own gleaming white teeth, lightly tapping them, and then lowered her gaze.
She had a good appetite, but unfortunately, her teeth weren’t up to the task; she couldn’t bite through the hard shell of her husband.
She actually lost here.
—
Yun Qian stood up and sat down beside Xu Chang’an.
Xu Chang’an tried to move unobtrusively, but was paused by a gentle brush on his shoulder from Yun Qian, and didn’t move further.
Feeling the tension in Xu Chang’an’s arm, Yun Qian knew he was struggling with his restraint and said gently: "I can’t bite through the fruit, but you can."
"Miss is a gemstone, not a fruit." Xu Chang’an blurted out instinctively.
"That doesn’t matter now." Yun Qian’s pale fingers fell on the wine pot on the table: "Should I still eat?"
"Do you want to?" Xu Chang’an asked.
Yun Qian shook her head.
If there was no Wen Chun, then there was no need to consu the wine.
"Then I’ll have a little myself... it’s ti for rest, it’s getting late." Xu Chang’an coughed dryly.
He urgently needed to drink alcohol to calm his nerves; he directly took the teacup they had shared with Li Zhibai, poured the cold wine into it, and drank it in one go.
With the wine down his throat, Xu Chang’an used Spiritual Power to catalyze its effect, and as the wine aroma spread... his mood finally found sowhere to vent.
One cup after another, rather than drinking, it was more like pouring.
That’s fine; by getting himself drunk, he wouldn’t be tempted by the girl.
Yun Qian unobtrusively watched him drink alone, thought for a mont, stood up, grabbed a cup and pushed it toward Xu Chang’an.
The wine wasn’t intoxicating, but the atmosphere was quietly intoxicating.
Xu Chang’an knew very well he wouldn’t get truly drunk; it was just by being drunk he felt justified in doing nothing, unhindered by the guilt of rejecting the girl.
Life is indeed hard.
Feeling guilt for intimacy with the girl and guilty for refusing.
Yun Qian watched Xu Chang’an’s moist gaze, her hand slowly relaxed from clutching the hem of her dress; she hadn’t noticed till now, a blush had ascended to her ears, unable to prevent her lips from curling up.
Clearly refused, as if her allure as a woman was being denied, but why... why was her heart beating faster instead?
Yun Qian actively picked up the wine pot, poured wine for Xu Chang’an, and handed it to him.
"..."
With Yun Qian taking over the task of pouring wine, Xu Chang’an’s drinking speed slowed, because Yun Qian was naturally slow.
Xu Chang’an watched Yun Qian carefully pouring wine for him and closed his eyes.
Why did he traverse the worlds?
That question had appeared countless tis in his mind.
Habitually, he wrapped his arm around Yun Qian’s waist; the rainy night was a bit cold, but now it wasn’t.
Yun Qian felt a hand placed on her abdon and showed no sign of discomfort. After pouring the wine, she picked up a preserved fruit and placed it in her mouth.
"Miss, why aren’t you angry?" Xu Chang’an cautiously asked.
"Angry? ?" Yun Qian looked at him curiously.
"I’m sorry." Xu Chang’an said.
"Why apologize?" Yun Qian placed the stone of the preserved fruit on the table and then said: "It’s inconvenient today, so we’ll wait for later."
"Indeed." Xu Chang’an nodded, and his drinking slowed further.
That’s right.
The so-called crossing worlds was just to et this wonderful girl.
"Moreover... I quite like it now." Yun Qian breathed sowhat irregularly, her heart slightly heaving, feeling slightly tired.
Since Xu Chang’an usually took care of her, Yun Qian rarely had the chance to pour drinks for Xu Chang’an. So when she saw him drink cup after cup of wine she had personally poured, a subtle ripple rose in her heart.
Although Xu Chang’an didn’t understand, Yun Qian’s joy was evident to him... so his drinking gradually slowed, and he started to chat lightly with Yun Qian, personally feeding her the stone-free preserved fruit.
The river of ti flowed quietly, like gentle winds creating ripples upon clouds.
A quiet and safe atmosphere completely covered the intimacy.
As it turns out, not only is scorching heat tempting, but warm and cozy can be too.
"Miss." Xu Chang’an reached out his hand.
Yun Qian naturally spat the small piece of preserved fruit pit into his palm’s cloth.
"Why is your mood suddenly improving?" Xu Chang’an couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m... in a good mood?" Yun Qian was taken aback.
"Yes, you’ve been smiling for a while." Xu Chang’an gestured to Yun Qian’s lips that had curled upward.
Yun Qian gazed at Xu Chang’an’s profile.
Clearly just a simple conversation, but when ti seed to slow before her eyes, she only felt satisfied wanting to hold his hand.
"Yes, I’m in a good mood." Yun Qian earnestly nodded.
Simple bliss, without needing makeup or conserving energy, the feeling was different from being on the bed, no hot cheeks, no panic, just a unique warmth.
Yun Qian suddenly realized what she was doing with her husband was essentially the sa as their intimacy...
Pouring wine for Xu Chang’an was physical work in her view.
Affection was also physical work.
Both were joyful acts.
Which is more important?
Yun Qian glanced at Xu Chang’an, blinked.
Wanting to hear his perspective.
The gentle warmth of everyday life, or the affectionate warmth of daily intimacy.
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