My Wife Is The Final Boss Chapter 381 - 0240 Self-inflicted and self-endured meaning (

So zither lodies are lofty, while so confuse the heart. Whether they are ant to clear the mind or distract it, who can say.

But he wanted to play the zither for Yun Qian, because in dreams, even without a guqin, he could conjure one.

Having been on Muyu Peak for so long, he knew a bit of the seven-stringed zither and the five-stringed zither, and could play simple tunes that were decent enough.

So.

Xu Chang’an believed Miss Yun would surely be interested in his zither skills. He imagined his technique wasn’t great, and it would be hard to respond to her praise with a straight face... yet he never considered... Yun Qian might not want to listen at all.

Could it be that she saw through his intent to soothe her with his music?

Yet, with his skill, he couldn’t achieve the depth and calm of Senior Zhu, and she had no reason to worry.

But after drinking, Yun Qian certainly wasn’t in the mood to listen to music. She could save that for a good day outside, embracing Li Hua in the courtyard to listen to her husband play.

Right now, there were naturally more important matters.

The circulation of alcohol in her blood had brought a lovely flush to Yun Qian’s face. She held her hot cheek with one hand and her left hand fell to the waistband of her dress, murmuring, "Next ti. I don’t want to listen today."

Xu Chang’an: "..."

From his perspective, he could see Yun Qian gently loosen the waistband, her entire attire instantly becoming slack.

He averted his gaze.

How beautiful was Yun Qian’s room?

The ceiling hung with luxurious and exquisite silk, the windows veiled by light blue gauze. Under the lamplight, the silk hanging down resembled Yun Qian’s cascading hair, full of elegance.

He had to admit, his attempt to shift attention was foolish. Even soone as slow-witted as Yun Qian could easily discern his avoidance.

"I’m tired." Yun Qian wrapped the item around her wrist twice, then casually placed it on the drinking table, pushing it toward Xu Chang’an’s cup.

Xu Chang’an looked down and swallowed.

The waistband.

Now in front of his wine cup was the waistband from her dress.

"Miss, what do you want... to do?" Xu Chang’an picked up the waistband, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Don’t you know?" Yun Qian t his gaze, puzzled.

"You’re drunk," Xu Chang’an said.

"I’m not drunk, not yet at least...just feeling a little warm; it’ll pass in a mont." Yun Qian slowly propped herself up on the table, her clothes loose, resembling sleepwear.

Yun Qian had no intention of postponing the mont; she walked to the couch, sat down, took off her coat, and hung it on the nearby rack before saying, "Let’s light another brazier later; it’s still a bit cold."

"..."

"What are you waiting for?" Yun Qian said, "We’ve just soaked in the hot spring; no need to wash again."

"...I, I..." Xu Chang’an was montarily speechless, unsure of what to say.

He and Miss Yun weren’t middle-aged spouses, so where did this sudden sense of "Let’s go inside" co from?

Seeing Xu Chang’an lost, Yun Qian calmly looked at him: "What’s wrong? I thought you would have figured it out."

"What do you an?" Xu Chang’an was taken aback, suddenly having a bad premonition.

"For instance, this pot of tea?" With Xu Chang’an’s surprised gaze, Yun Qian reached into the void and took out a teapot, saying, "Isn’t this the teapot you left ashore at the hot spring? Doesn’t it an anything?"

Tea Clear Heart.

He doesn’t drink tea, aning he doesn’t want a clear heart.

Wine brings joy.

He didn’t drink tea, but poured himself wine... What he wanted to do was very transparent in Yun Qian’s eyes.

"Miss, can you even... use this?" Xu Chang’an instantly realized what Yun Qian ant, stubbornly saying, "I didn’t drink tea because after eating sweet fruits, I can’t taste the tea."

"But not drinking tea ans you lack a clear heart." Yun Qian lightly said sothing that left Xu Chang’an unable to lift his head.

She made a lot of sense.

Miss Yun wasn’t usually sharp, so how could she be this piercing in critical monts, stabbing him straight to the heart with one sentence?

But no ans no.

Whether being intimate with Miss Yun in a conscious state counts as infidelity in a dream... he couldn’t manage it without understanding this yet.

"Miss..."

"And."

Xu Chang’an was about to explain when Yun Qian interrupted him, got up, walked barefoot to the dressing table, opened a drawer, and took out a handheld glass mirror.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to look in the mirror; here, see for yourself." Yun Qian handed the mirror over.

Xu Chang’an blankly looked at her hand, instinctively stepping back.

"Take it." Yun Qian stepped forward, placing the mirror in his hand: "Look."

Xu Chang’an mindlessly looked into it and froze.

In the mirror, he saw a young boy, not nearly as refined as his appearance after Open Source; instead, it was a boyish, handso face of soone younger.

It was him from a few years ago.

Why was this?

This was his dream, he had all his mories, wasn’t he supposed to appear as he did with the Chaoyun Sect, how could he be an immature boy, how could he be... a fake?

Xu Chang’an suddenly understood why Yun Qian didn’t let him look in the mirror, she was right.

Xu Chang’an was sure he wouldn’t forget, at that age, he had just confird his relationship with her.

If this was truly him, then the previous worries about infidelity would have been entirely aningless.