"Where did you just go?"
By the time Jiang Shiyue had almost finished drying her hair, Gu Yian returned from outside. His hands were wet, and his eyes darted everywhere, refusing to meet hers.
Gu Yian answered honestly, "I went to wash our dirty clothes."
After all, if he didn't wash them, Jiang Shiyue would have to.
Jiang Shiyue's slender, delicate hands couldn't be used for washing clothes, especially when his were so dirty.
He already felt indebted to Jiang Shiyue for cooking. If he let her wash the clothes too, he would feel like an incompetent husband.
Since he was young, his mother had taught him that a wife was meant to be cherished, not to do chores.
Besides, Jiang Shiyue was so delicate; how could he bear to let her do such things?
Hearing this, Jiang Shiyue froze for a moment. Dirty clothes!
If she remembered correctly, her undergarments were in that pile of clothes they had changed out of.
Although the two had already been intimate, having a man wash her personal clothes was, to be honest, somewhat embarrassing.
No wonder Gu Yian's gaze was wandering all over the place and his ears were red. He probably felt awkward himself.
Heavens, what had she, Jiang Shiyue, done to deserve such an innocent man?
She loved him even more now!
One had to know that even in modern times, few men were willing to wash those things for their girlfriends, finding them dirty.
Outer clothes were one thing, but undergarments worn for a whole day would surely have a smell, and might even have secretions on them.
So, besides her embarrassment, a wave of emotion washed over Jiang Shiyue.
She placed the towel on a nearby rack, rested her hands on her lap, and tilted her head to look at Gu Yian. "A Yan, thank you!"
Her voice was sweet and soft, causing a rush of blood to Gu Yian's head. He licked his lips incessantly.
He grabbed the cup from the table and took a large gulp of water, making Jiang Shiyue wonder if he would choke. He then stammered, "You don't have to be so polite. It's what I should do."
Seeing that there wasn't much water left in the cup, he picked up the thermos of warm water and filled it to the brim, then put the lid on, looking very busy.
Jiang Shiyue found it a little amusing, but since it was her first time sharing a room with a man, she was actually a bit awkward too and had just been putting on a brave face.
She cleared her throat twice. "Do you want to sleep on the inside or the outside?"
Gu Yian took a deep breath. "I'll sleep on the outside. I have to get up early, so I won't wake you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiyue simply said, "Okay," and got up to crawl to the inner side of the bed. She lifted the covers and lay down stiff as a board.
She hadn't felt anything particular when sleeping on this bed last night. Now, lying on it again, it just felt hard as a rock, as if her back was about to break.
Regarding this, Jiang Shiyue resolved to earn money and buy a new quilt soon.
Seeing Gu Yian standing ramrod straight in the middle of the room, as if he didn't know what to do, she asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I am… I am." Jiang Shiyue then watched as Gu Yian, moving with uncoordinated limbs, sat on the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to lift the covers to get in, Jiang Shiyue hesitated. "Why don't you change into some shorts?"
Gu Yian was wearing a tank top and the pants he usually wore for work. Jiang Shiyue found this a little unacceptable, feeling like they were covered in germs.
Gu Yian didn't ask for a reason. He just stood up obediently, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out a pair of shorts.
As he was debating whether to change in the room or in the bathroom, he heard Jiang Shiyue say in a small voice, "You can change in here. I'll turn my back to you, I won't see."
The main thing was, she didn't dare to look. It was too easy to get the wrong idea.
She had, after all, experienced it firsthand last night.
But a rugged man was a rugged man for a reason; both his physique and his hardware were top-notch.
A rustling sound was heard, and a moment later, Gu Yian lifted the covers and lay down.
The kerosene lamp in the room was still lit, and the silhouettes of two people could be seen on the wall.
Before, when they were far apart, he couldn't smell Jiang Shiyue's scent, so his mind hadn't wandered.
Now, at a distance where a simple turn could lead to an embrace, Jiang Shiyue's fragrance was all-pervasive. Gu Yian felt as if he were completely enveloped by her, and even his breathing grew heavier.
Being so close, Jiang Shiyue naturally heard it too. Not only his heavy breathing, but also the thumping of his heart, strong and powerful.
Gu Yian endured it for a long while before he couldn't resist turning his head to glance at Jiang Shiyue.
He saw that the tips of her ears were now red enough to bleed. Only then did he tentatively reach out and take her hand.
Seeing that she didn't pull away, he licked his dry lips, then turned her body to face him. He leaned down and kissed her between the eyebrows, his black eyes bottomless. "Yueyue, may I?"
What was the point of asking "may I" at a time like this? The only answer was yes.
But Jiang Shiyue had her pride. Meeting Gu Yian's bottomless black eyes, she gritted her teeth, raised her arms to wrap them around his neck, and used her actions to show her willingness.
Before long, the silhouettes on the wall intertwined, and the creaks from the old bed seemed to become the symphony of the night.
Jiang Shiyue felt like a boat on the sea, at times surging forward, at other times nearly submerged by a great wave, bobbing up and down.
Before she drifted off to sleep, she had only one thought: at this rate, she was probably going to become a mother at a young age.
Looking at the sleeping Jiang Shiyue, Gu Yian kissed her lips with a pang of tenderness.
His little wife was too alluring; he couldn't control himself at all.
He kept murmuring, "Yueyue, Yueyue." His expression was full of devotion, as if he wanted to carve her face into his mind.
Her palm-sized face was flushed, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Her brows would occasionally furrow, and she would mumble something softly from her lips.
After cleaning up, he extinguished the kerosene lamp, pulled Jiang Shiyue into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her lips with perfect accuracy, whispering, "Yueyue, I like you so much."
His cold demeanor from the daytime was completely gone, replaced by that of a man utterly infatuated.
But Jiang Shiyue was already fast asleep and couldn't hear Gu Yian's overflowing affection.
Even if she had heard it, she probably wouldn't have been too happy.
Because to her, Gu Yian's overflowing affection was for the original owner, not for an outsider like her.
Jiang Shiyue was woken by hunger. She turned her head for a look; Gu Yian was no longer in bed. He had probably gone to work.
She yawned and slowly sat up.
Noticing the discomfort in her body, she couldn't help but curse, "Beast."
It was as if he hadn't seen a woman in lifetimes; no amount of begging had worked.
Especially when she saw the marks on her arms, she began to suspect that Gu Yian might have some unknown fetish…