In the sealed compartnt, the scenery kept being thrown behind, the train moved steadily, and the atmosphere was warm.
Xu Chang’an had his eyes closed.
A faint fragrance, slightly like osmanthus and orchid, gently drifted into his nose, and Xu Chang’an’s mouth twitched lightly.
He seed to have just ntioned a sentence, saying that no matter if Miss Yun took off her makeup, changed into simple clothes, or rolled around in the compartnt, it could not truly diminish Miss Yun’s charm; it rely 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, that’s precisely it.
Now he felt younger.
Xu Chang’an slowly opened his eyes, the light carried a tint of ambiguity as it entered his vision, causing Xu Chang’an to be montarily entranced.
So it turns out there’s 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 Chang’an 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 Chang’an took a deep breath.
Hmm.
Sticking his head entirely in would definitely feel oppressive.
Thinking to this point, Xu Chang’an silently pinched his own thigh and closed his eyes again.
He said he didn’t have those worldly desires, so he didn’t.
Yun Qian: "..."
Xu Chang’an’s subtle actions of sneaking a peek and then closing his eyes could never escape Miss Yun’s notice from her elevated position.
Yun Qian thought that her husband was not disinterested after all.
This expression of Xu Chang’an’s, 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 imnsely interested, and her whole deanor beca much more serious.
Because similar expressions often appeared before Wen Chun, in situations where Xu Chang’an needed to restrain himself.
But...
Now, there was neither nightfall nor were they at ho, why would her husband suddenly feel such heart’s 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... it’s not worth any concern.
During their intimate monts, her husband did not seem affected, how co 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 Chang’an’s emotions, Yun Qian certainly wouldn’t 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 didn’t want to be your mother, how co it’s still hard for you to understand."
Only an infant facing its mother would want to be fed.
Hearing such an absurd statent, Xu Chang’an slowly opened his eyes, a black line crossing his forehead, extrely speechless: "Miss, what are you saying."
"Oh, so it’s not that." Yun Qian nodded, realizing indeed she was overthinking, books say n 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 shouldn’t be like this."
"Weren’t we talking about Senior Zhu’s matters?" Xu Chang’an helplessly.
"She’s not important."
Yun Qian lowered her head, staring fixedly at Xu Chang’an’s eyebrows and eyes.
"...Alright, I surrender." Feeling Yun Qian’s stubborn gaze, Xu Chang’an 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 sa thod to stir Xu Chang’an’s heart in the future.
Xu Chang’an: "..."
At this mont, Yun Qian looked as serious as a good student in class; if not for the unsuitable setting, Xu Chang’an felt that Miss Yun would surely take out a pen to take notes.
"I say," Xu Chang’an covered his face, "After you hear it, you’re not allowed to laugh at ."
"If it’s not funny, I won’t laugh."
"...Oh." Xu Chang’an upon hearing this, lowered his head, wrapped both arms around Yun Qian’s waist, and said: "Miss, do you know... childhood regrets, a sentint of sorts?"
"Childhood?" Yun Qian blinked.
Did she have such things?
Perhaps she did.
If one were to split a person’s growth into phases, eting her husband prior made her an immature child, thus... before eting her husband, it was her childhood?
But because the ti before her husband’s appearance didn’t have aning, even ti itself held no significance to her, thus it’s quite ntally taxing for Miss Yun to comprehend her childhood.
After all, when her existence had no significance, where could the childhood have aning?
This is destined to breach philosophy, becoming sothing the conscious existence cannot comprehend, so Yun Qian rely mused and wanted to yawn.
Yet she held back, knowing that as told by Xu Chang’an, if she yawned, she would be kissed.
At least for now, Miss Yun rarely felt scared about Wen Chun.
Over here, Xu Chang’an slightly raised his head and saw Miss Yun’s deeply conflicted appearance, sighed.
"My fault, I forgot, Miss never quite disclosed her real age... nor shared it with ."
After all, the mont he laid eyes on Yun Qian, she was already in this form.
Yun Qian: "..."
The lady paused for a long mont before discontentedly bouncing her body up a bit.
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