Chapter 4 Success!

The moonlight was heavy and the wind had gradually died down.

Snowflakes as big as mats fell on Song Jin's shoulders, as if she would be buried in the snow and turned into a snowman if she stood there for a while longer.

This was the scene Xie Qiao saw when he opened the door.

Song Jin hugged the quilt with his neck shrunk pitifully, revealing only half of his face, with the dimple also hidden in the quilt.

Because she didn't have his permission, she didn't move at all and just stood at the door.

Looks very well-behaved and obedient.

Even though it was freezing cold, Xie Qiao's heart couldn't help but soften.

Although it was not logical for two single men and women to stay in the same room, he was living in Song Jin's house after all.

Besides, his current situation is different from that in Beijing, so he doesn't need to be so strict with etiquette.

He leaned over: "Come in."

A snowflake hit the tip of Song Jin's nose, but she felt relieved.

The corners of his mouth hidden under the quilt lifted up, and the invisible dimples became deeper.

Look, look, look, and she will know!

Although her husband is cold, he still cares for her!

Seeing her freezing outside alone, he must be so heartbroken!

"Thank you, husband."

She responded happily, then wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and walked into the house as lightly as a kitten.

When she passed by Xie Qiao who was standing at the door, the ends of her snow-covered hair just happened to rub against his chest, leaving a few water stains.

A few drops fell on Xie Qiao's fingertips.

Suddenly it felt cold.

Song Jin walked into the room obediently and stood beside the square table, still wrapped in the quilt, listening attentively.

Why is there no sound?

Could it be that her husband went out as soon as she came in? !

She quickly moved her steps and turned back, and saw her husband still standing at the door in a daze.

It seemed as if his fingertips were still twisting something.

But there is clearly nothing at the fingertips.

She blinked, tilted her head and called out, "Husband?"

The coolness on his fingertips had completely disappeared, and he withdrew his fingers inconspicuously and put them behind his back.

His movements were graceful and smooth, and there was nothing wrong with them.

But only he himself knew that he was in a trance just now.

He actually lost his mind?

He frowned slightly and turned back to close the door: "What's the matter?"

Song Jin took down the quilt a little, and the snow on his hair melted away when he encountered the warmth.

Everything was fine just now, why did her husband frown when she screamed?

Did he see it? !

Song Jin explained in a low voice: "Husband, a large wall of my house suddenly collapsed just now, so..."

"I heard it." Xie Qiao originally wanted to go over and take a look, but just by the sound he knew that the wall had collapsed more than a little.

He walked to the basin and handed a clean cotton towel to Song Jin.

Song Jin took it with a smile: "Thank you, husband."

She placed the quilt wrapped around herself on the chair and raised her hand to wipe her hair.

Under the dim yellow candlelight, the girl was wearing a cotton pajamas, and the watercolor white color made her face look more tender.

The pajamas were not thin, but they outlined the girl's beautiful figure.

She looks thin, but her breasts are round and full, which makes her waist look slender. Her long neck is delicate and white, and her small earlobes are pink and tender.

Xie Qiao only took a quick glance, then quickly turned his head away, picked up a book and sat on a chair.

He said calmly: "You can sleep on the bed in a while."

Song Jin felt a little depressed when he saw that Xie Qiao only glanced at him indifferently and nothing else.

In order to appear more pitiful, she deliberately wore only a light pink pajamas.

She always looked best in this pajamas, like a pink peach. Even she couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror, and sometimes even wanted to kiss the dimples on her cheeks.

But my husband just glanced at her indifferently.

I saw...

At a glance...

Still light.

That crappy book is so good!

She dried her hair slowly until her hair was almost split, and Xie Qiao didn't even look at her.

Okay.

She didn't lose out today, after all, she had already entered the house!

She put the cotton towel down and originally wanted to take her own quilt to bed, but her quilt was wet by the snow when she came, and now it was too damp to cover herself at all.

She stood there hesitating, holding the quilt.

Xie Qiao finally raised his eyes, but he didn't look at Song Jin. He just said, "There is a quilt on the bed. If you don't mind, you can cover yourself with that first."

Song Jin's eyes lit up.

Isn’t the quilt on the bed the same as your husband’s bed? Doesn't that mean that she can sleep in the same bed with her husband tonight!

Finally, the couple can huddle together warmly!

"Yes, I don't mind!" Song Jin said. She ran to the bed, lifted the green gauze curtain and got in, leaving only a pair of delicate shoes outside.

Xie Qiao glanced at the pair of embroidered shoes, then slowly looked away, his fingertips slightly stiff.

It was dim and warm inside the tent. The candlelight outside was not very bright to begin with, and now inside the tent one could no longer feel the light from outside.

Song Jin crawled into the bed and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

This was her first time sleeping in this tent!

Although the bed was hers, the room was hers, even the curtains were bought and hung by her own hands, and the bedding was also washed by her.

But everywhere here is full of the flavor of Xie Qiao.

She feels fresh and clean, not at all like those fat and stinky men. She can smell the stinky smell from a distance away!

She reached out and touched the soft bed curtains, and suddenly thought of when Xie Qiao first came.

At that time, there was no bed curtain on her bed. It was a fairly comfortable bed, but Xie Qiao frowned and couldn't sleep well every night.

Later, one time she hung a bed sheet in the room to separate the bed from the room, and she found that Xie Qiao slept soundly that night.

So the next day she went to the cloth shop and bought a bed curtain, a blue one, which was just right for him.

When she bought the bed curtains, she actually secretly thought that one day she would lie in the curtains.

But I didn't expect this day to last so long.

As Song Jin thought about it, his slender white hand reached to the corner of the bed.

There was nothing that could be felt on the surface. Only Song Jin herself knew that there was a heart-shaped talisman inside, hidden in a brocade bag. She had hidden it there herself.

The snow outside was getting thicker and thicker, and the snowy night was so quiet that there was not a single sound.

Occasionally, a page of the book was turned, as if afraid of disturbing Song Jin's sleep.

Song Jin waited and waited in the bed curtains holding the quilt, but Xie Qiao never came in. Her eyes became gloomy, but Xie Qiao still didn't come up.

never mind……

Song Jin blinked his eyes which he couldn't open at all.

Wait a little longer.

There was silence all around, until Xie Qiao heard the soft and long breathing sounds from inside the bed curtains, and then he put down the book in his hand.

There is a soft and tender girl sleeping in the green bed curtain. She is wearing a pink and white nightgown and is sleeping soundly.

He has lost consciousness too many times tonight.

Song Jin's face was not like other country girls. Hers was soft, tender and pretty, not inferior to those noble ladies in Kyoto, and even without that domineering air, so she was particularly soothing and comforting.

She is seventeen years old this year, which is a very good age. If she grew up in Kyoto, people who came to propose marriage would have already broken down the door.

But he is eight years older than her, so he is not a good match for her.

Furthermore, there are many rules in the Marquis' Mansion. If you marry him, you will become the mistress of the mansion and be in charge of the household affairs.

The Xie family is not only a marquisate, but also an aristocratic family with strict family rules and status. The mistress of the house should be versatile and capable of helping him manage the household.

As for Song Jin, although she was well-behaved and pleasing to the eye, she was unable to help him control the Marquis's Mansion.

He twisted his fingertips, still remembering the coolness of today clearly, and suddenly he thought of -

If he brought her back to Kyoto and recognized her as the cousin of the Marquis's Mansion, with the support of the Marquis's Mansion and him in Kyoto, no one in Kyoto would dare to bully her. Then, he could choose a young man of equal status for her, and she would be able to live a stable life.

As Xie Qiao thought this, his eyes involuntarily looked towards the bed curtains again.

There was no light in the tent, but he could vaguely see a small ball curled up under the quilt.

It was obviously cold outside and not that warm inside, but he suddenly became irritated and only managed to calm down after drinking a cup of herbal tea.

He didn't dare look at the bed curtains again.

Tomorrow, when the bricklayer comes to repair the wall, she can go back to sleep, or maybe he can go too.

It should be, just for one night.

The snow outside had been falling all night and finally stopped before sunrise. Not long after, the sound of someone stepping on the snow could be heard.

Song Jin used to get up early to make steamed buns, but she ran for a long time last night and was blown by the cold wind, so she didn't wake up until now.

When she opened her eyes, she was still a little confused.

After blinking a few times, she remembered that this was her husband's room and she had slept in her husband's room last night!

She quickly turned her head to look, but found that there was no one around her.

Last night she thoughtfully slept on the inner side of the bed, leaving a place for Xie Qiao, but she waited for a long time but Xie Qiao didn't come up until she fell asleep.

She actually fell asleep!

What a great opportunity yesterday! She actually fell asleep!

Song Jin secretly cursed herself as "idiot", but the person next to her was clearly cold.

Xie Qiao did not come up.

Doesn't he want to sleep with me?

Song Jin felt a little lost.

But she didn't have the habit of staying in bed. When she woke up, she would rub her hair on the bed for a few times and then get up.

He first stretched his feet out from the bed curtains and found his shoes on the ground, then reached out and slowly lifted the bed curtains a little bit and crawled out.

At first glance, he saw Xie Qiao sitting at the square table.

He supported his forehead with one hand and closed his eyes, his expression slightly gentler than during the day.

I couldn't see his eyes, I could only see his handsome features.

Before Song Jin could enjoy the sight to her heart's content, Xie Qiao seemed to feel her gaze.

He opened his eyes and met those beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

It’s still that faint dimple.

Song Jin was caught red-handed!

She looked away and pretended not to look at him.

But actually she didn't want to hide, this was her husband, her husband alone, what was wrong with her taking a look at him openly!

But her husband seems to like reserved and polite girls, so it doesn't matter if she lies to him, right?

She knows very well how to please others!

Xie Qiao didn't sleep with her last night. She was a little disappointed at first, but then she thought about it and realized that since she had gone into the house and slept under the green gauze tent last night, she would be able to sleep with him tomorrow!

Great progress has been made!

Thinking of this, Song Jin got out of bed obediently, put on her shoes, walked to the opposite side of Xie Qiao, and said softly: "Husband, I'm going to go to the stall. You've been tired reading books, go and catch up on some sleep."

After Song Jin finished speaking, she wrapped herself in the quilt she wore last night and ran out.

The door was opened and closed, and the cool air outside didn't get in at all. Xie Qiao was the only one left in the room.

He pressed his brows. His eyes were sore from a sleepless night.

Song Jin would not go back to sleep after getting up. He really should make up for his sleep.

As Xie Qiao thought about it, he walked to the bed, took off his coat, and lay back on the bed he had been away from all night.

But in just a few hours, the tent was filled with the sweet fragrance of the girl. The smell was everywhere, as if Song Jin was still lying beside him.

He turned sideways and put his hands under his head.

Suddenly his fingertips tightened, Xie Qiao opened his eyes and found that a long, soft hair was wrapped around his fingertips.

The hair was soft, long, shiny and fragrant.

This hair is not his.

It's Song Brocade.

He stretched out his hand and used his fingertips to pull out the soft hair, but in the end he found that the hair was entangled with his own.

It’s the same scent left by Song Brocade.

His fingertips paused in place, a little dazed, and the heat from last night surged up again.

He seems not so sleepy anymore.