CHAPTER 338: 0214 THE LATTER KIND OF STICKING IS BETTER.

Yun Qian approaches problems in a simple way.

As long as he can be happy, the interest in tenderness surpasses the warmth of daily life.

"I was just thinking, if my body were a bit better, if I had more stamina, and could make you fully satisfied, I would like tenderness even more."

She and Xu Chang’an both enjoy the warmth of daily life.

Though she indulged in the tenderness, a quarter of an hour... no matter how she thought about it, it was not enough.

"..." Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s earnest eyes and sighed lightly.

So this is where the problem lies.

Indeed.

Miss Yun seems to be someone not skilled in expressing emotions, always touching his heartstrings with tender and passionate feelings, but in reality, she does think about many things.

As a wife, not being able to fully satisfy her husband in tenderness must not be a good thing for a girl who wholeheartedly wants to be a good wife.

"Miss, I said before that I wouldn’t use modesty as an excuse, so..." Xu Chang’an gently placed a hand on Yun Qian’s shoulder, "It will get better."

"Is this comfort?" Yun Qian tilted her head, letting her cheek touch the back of Xu Chang’an’s hand.

"It is comfort, but just comfort." Xu Chang’an shook his head, "You... always tend to separate such simple matters."

Just like Yun Qian’s reasoning for calling him a playboy.

Xu Chang’an removed his hand from Yun Qian’s shoulder, walked to stand in front of her, looked into her eyes, at her brows...

His gaze lingered everywhere, and then he said, "What I like is not just your eyes or a particular spot, it’s... I like it all."

"I don’t understand." Yun Qian lowered her head.

"I’ve already given you the answer." Xu Chang’an blinked, "This isn’t something that can be separated and viewed separately, it’s inherently a whole."

Yun Qian pondered this, staring at him.

"I don’t like any kind of daily life, nor do I like tenderness." Xu Chang’an stated decisively.

"You don’t like?" Yun Qian was taken aback.

"What I like is you."

Xu Chang’an sighed gently, "Miss, do you really need me to say it so clearly?"

"Is that so?" Yun Qian placed a hand over her heart, feeling her intense heartbeat through the towel, and nodded.

Xu Chang’an finally let out a breath of relief.

"Since you like me." Yun Qian raised her head, showing a faint smile that was barely visible: "Do you prefer the daily life with me, or the tenderness with me?"

She thoughtfully added the words "with me," perfectly.

"..."

"Miss, it’s not like adding those words makes it any different. Besides, is there even an option without you?"

Could he ever be with another girl?

He was exasperated by Miss Yun.

——

"I won’t ask then." Yun Qian saw Xu Chang’an’s breathing start to become erratic and gently patted his back.

Yun Qian stopped teasing, and Xu Chang’an finally breathed a sigh of relief, starting to seriously help Yun Qian wash.

"..."

Time passed, after bathing.

When Xu Chang’an, as per usual, dressed Yun Qian in her pajamas, looking at her in the mirror, wrapped entirely in a thick, slightly speckled hoodie pajama set lined with plush material.

Once in the cute animal pajamas, Yun Qian’s figure was completely hidden, leaving only a cuteness that didn’t quite match her temperament.

"Really cute," Xu Chang’an said.

"Cute?" Yun Qian frowned.

"Ahem." Xu Chang’an paused, pointing to the moon outside the window, "I was talking about the moon."

"Oh." Yun Qian responded, gazing at the bright Fire Stone in the Mystic Passage, her eyes silently shifted to the window, reaching out towards the crescent moon, spreading her fingers as if trying to capture the moon.

"Let’s go."

Xu Chang’an interrupted Yun Qian’s little movement, took her hand, and walked through the Mystic Passage, pausing a step.

"Miss."

"Hmm?"

"I was avoiding, not answering your question directly. Is that cowardly?"

"I don’t know."

"Is that giving me face, or do you genuinely not know?"

"Genuinely don’t know."

Xu Chang’an interlocked fingers with Yun Qian, turned around and earnestly said, "Maybe it’s because of the age, I’m a lascivious and hopeless person, so perhaps, when it comes to tenderness... I might like it a bit more, by the way, I never said I was not satisfied."

He was saying he prefers tenderness more.

Yun Qian could understand.

Yun Qian took off her adorable pajama hood, looked at Xu Chang’an, "Isn’t this the kind of affection newlyweds have when they’re inseparable?"

She also mentioned earlier, liking closeness and intimacy more.

"Who knows."

Xu Chang’an sighed, always feeling like his confession of preferring her body made him sound like a scumbag... beyond redemption.

This was quite normal.

Judging by time, it’s easy to understand; the daily life is warm, but they can have eleven hours together in a day.

Tenderness, however, only takes a quarter of an hour.

It can’t really be said to be a preference; describing it as cherishing the rare would be more accurate.

The tenderness on the bed is essentially a form of daily life; only it’s rather special.

"Miss, wouldn’t you find it awful that my mind is filled with such thoughts?" Xu Chang’an coughed lightly.

"What do you think?" Yun Qian retorted.

"No."

"Then don’t ask me." Yun Qian subtly lifted the corners of her lips, feeling even better, and asked, "Since you like it, why did you say today is inconvenient, and what has it to do with Miss Zhu?"

"It doesn’t have anything to do with it." Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian, holding hands, walked together into the bedroom, explaining to her his worries about going down the mountain the day before being examined by Zhu Pingniang.

"Just this trivial thing?" Yun Qian looked at him.

"Miss’s face is the most significant matter to me."

"... Got it." Yun Qianbai’s pale fingers slowly massaged her temples.

Xu Chang’an became immediately tense upon seeing this, "Are you feeling unwell? Could you be having a headache from catching a cold?"

Yun Qian’s health wasn’t good, and she had been out in the wind and rain today, so she might truly be feeling unwell.

"Just a little." Yun Qian said, looking at Xu Chang’an.

"Okay." Xu Chang’an nodded

As usual, Xu Chang’an knelt on the warm soft mat.

A lap pillow.

Yun Qian slowly lay on Xu Chang’an’s lap, turned on her side, and let Xu Chang’an help her with a massage.

Xu Chang’an’s fingertips gently pressed against Yun Qian’s temples, moving with a gentle touch.

Yun Qian’s complexion improved a bit, and she lazily said.

"My neck is a bit itchy."

"Here?"

Xu Chang’an’s fingers hovered on Yun Qian’s neck, as if with just a bit of effort, his nails could directly cut through the girl’s artery.

Life held in another’s hands.

The above is Xu Chang’an’s imagination, he was just trying to shift his own focus.

’This is what a warm daily life should be like.’ Xu Chang’an thought.

And the tenderness?

He shook his head.

"No more dreaming." Xu Chang’an said, then his fingers lifted the hair behind Yun Qian’s ear, pressing down gently.

"..."

Dream?

Yun Qian’s watery eyes narrowed slightly.

She was a clever girl.