Chapter 75 (Tying the Hair)

Jiangxi diligently and carefully washed the two of them clean.

When choosing soap, he brought over the wooden box containing the soap: "Ah Ji, which soap do you want?"

Shang Yuji, half-lying in the bathtub, opened her eyes, glanced at the four kinds of soap, reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair to sniff, but couldn't smell the faint fragrance of the night-blooming cereus.

Strange, the rich fragrance of the night-blooming cereus didn't reach her at all.

She simply propped herself up in the bathtub and leaned closer to him to smell; she could still detect a faint scent of epiphyllum on his body.

Jiang Xi tilted her head to avoid their heads bumping: "Aji?"

Shang Yuji slid back into the bucket, resting her elbows on the edge, and asked in confusion, "Can you smell your own scent?"

He was puzzled, but he obediently sniffed it and shook his head, saying, "No."

“But I can smell it on Aji,” Jiang Xi said with a shy smile. “It’s a very nice pear blossom scent.”

The pear blossoms are as white as snow and have a sweet fragrance.

The one who felt lost was now Shang Yuji. She sniffed herself again and indeed, she had no scent.

Why can they only smell each other's scent, but not their own?

The steam veiled his features and blurred her vision.

She suddenly remembered a saying...

Two people in love can smell each other's unique scent, a scent brought by their genes. When they smell it, it means that their genes have chosen each other, and that their genes are compatible.

"..." Shang Yuji silently lowered her body, leaving only her eyes outside the bathtub, slowly sweeping over the soap in his hand, "If there's a chance in the future, I'll make a soap with an epiphyllum flower in it."

Jiang Xi suddenly realized something and said, "What Aji smelled on me was the fragrance of epiphyllum?"

Now that's it, she even hid her eyes and whispered, "How come you've suddenly become smarter?"

He replied with a smile, "Then I'll make a pear blossom one too!"

After a moment, she finally spoke: "Um... I'll use medicated soap this time to help my body recover."

My back and legs are aching, and if I don't poke him a little, I might get dragged on for a long time like last time... It's not that I can't, but I'm really tired and sleepy today, so it's best to rest early.

"Let me massage Ah Ji's body!"

She closed her eyes and leaned against the edge of the bathtub: "Hurry up, when you're done, come to my place to rest, I'm so sleepy."

She hadn't closed her eyes since the wedding banquet, and after all that hard work, she couldn't take it anymore. So she just dumped everything on him and let him do whatever he wanted.

Finally, they were in bed. It was no longer the bridal chamber with its flickering red candles and lingering incense. The familiar environment brought them a sense of security, and not only Shang Yuji but also Jiang Xiqu felt a great sense of peace.

It's like washing away all the awards and honors, returning to the simple, peaceful, and comfortable life.

In this room, she is still Aji, and he is nothing more than a vine clinging to her for survival.

He carefully dried her half-dry hair and gently laid her down, but the person in his arms moved, startling him so much that he froze.

Worried that she had been woken up by her, Jiang Xi didn't dare to move.

In her hazy state, Shang Yuji vaguely realized the situation. She half-reached out her right hand and touched his face. Without caring exactly where, she tilted her head back and gently kissed him, coaxing him sleepily, "You've worked hard. Sweet dreams."

He felt a kiss on the cheek, and though his heart swelled with joy, he responded very softly, as if afraid of waking the person in his arms: "Aji, sweet dreams..."

Jiang Xi's long hair was still damp. I tucked her in and sat up to wait for her hair to dry.

Ah Ji once said that she could only sleep when her hair was dry.

The time spent waiting for the hair to dry was spent gazing at her face for a long time.

The candlelight flickered, and those bright eyes that would smile at him when they saw him were closed, their corners red from crying, and her lips that would utter the most beautiful words in the world were also closed. She lay quietly beside him, asleep, and that was enough to satisfy him.

Looking down, you can see a few red plum blossoms half-hidden through a corner of the blankets.

He pursed his lips shyly, a warmth rising to the tips of his ears.

This is the mark he left on Aji, a mark that only he could leave, a mark that belongs exclusively to the two of them.

He carefully checked and found that it wasn't in an obvious place; Ah Ji had said that obvious places are hard to cover up.

Fortunately, if it's not obvious, Ah Ji won't interfere too much and will let him do as he pleases.

He lightly touched the bite mark near the colorful rope on his right hand with his left hand, lowered his eyes, and stroked the edge of the bite mark.

The teeth marks Ah Ji left on him are so cute and pretty. I wish there were more of them.

Forget it, biting too much will tire Ah Ji out... I've already spoiled him enough by teasing him, it's not good to bother Ah Ji any more.

Finding a good way to pass the time, he picked up a lock of her hair and, together with his, braided it into many different patterns.

Even after his hair dried, he didn't untangle his tangled hair, and then he tried to squeeze himself into the quilt.

Since she was lying on her back, he turned to his side, wrapped his arms around hers, gently held her hands after touching them, and listened to her soft breathing before quickly falling asleep.

The morning sunlight was just right, and the chirping of birds disturbed my peaceful dream.

The familiar feeling of confinement intertwined with a strange soreness. Shang Yuji tried to rub her throbbing temples, but she was so restrained that she couldn't free her hands at all.

"..."

His warm breath fell on her shoulder. She turned her head and saw that the spring-like blush on his face had not faded, but the marks on his lips and Adam's apple where she had bitten him were nowhere to be seen.

Its recovery ability is enviable.

However, considering that he had stayed up much later than her last night, she decided to let him off the hook and went back to sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was alone on the bed. Shang Yuji breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her temples and still slightly swollen eye sockets.

She tried to get up, but after moving for less than a second, she lay back down.

My waist looks like it's the day after I woke up from doing sixty sit-ups in a minute.

My whole body aches and I can't get out of bed.

Although it prevented her from sprawling up like a carp, she managed to overcome her aching and numb back by turning to the side and using her elbows for leverage!

As for getting out of bed, legs became a new problem.

Shang Yuji remained silent for a moment, then said, "Never mind, at least it's much better than the first time."

The door was gently pushed open, and the fragrant meat porridge entered before the person did, steaming hot, indicating it had just been served.

"Ah Ji, you're awake. Have some hot porridge to fill your stomach."

Jiang Xi placed the porridge on the wooden cabinet beside the bed and stirred it with a spoon: "It's a little hot, wait a moment."

Curious, Shang Yuji reached out her finger to touch the heat of the porridge bowl, but Jiang Xi, quick as a flash, pinched her fingertip: "You'll burn Aji's hand."

Fearing she might still try, Jiang Xi frowned slightly, her fox-like eyes pleading as she looked at her.

Shang Yuji didn't necessarily have to touch it; as soon as her fingertips approached, she could already feel the surging heat.

Looking at his hands again, she could only give him a thumbs up and exclaim, "Ruthless iron hands."

Ah Ji praised me.

Jiang Xi held on tightly, her fox-like eyes glistening with tears, and smiled, "Thank you, Aji."

Too lazy to retract her fingertips, Shang Yuji beckoned to him with her other hand: "Bring the sword from the cabinet, and come over here too."

With his fingers clenched tightly, he put down the spoon, opened the cabinet door, and took out the knife.

Shang Yuji leaned back and groped around on the pillow, finding the brocade pouch she had placed under it beforehand.

The stitches on the bag embroidered with auspicious clouds were rough, but Jiang Xi immediately recognized it as Aji's work.

He handed over the knife, sat down by the bed, and glanced at the brocade pouch several times. Aji didn't say anything; he just looked at it without touching it.

Shang Yuji shook her fingers, which were being held, signaling him to let go.

He then held the knife in one hand and took out a thin red rope from the brocade bag with the other.

Shang Yuji didn't pay attention to the sudden weight on her waist; it was Jiang Xi who rubbed her waist.

First, she placed the red rope on the brocade bag, then grabbed Jiang Xi's hanging black hair, selected it carefully, and after confirming that it would not affect the overall look after cutting, she cut off a lock of hair.

Jiang Xi watched his hair being cut without moving until Shang Yuji pointed the scalpel at him, at which point his eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

Even the hands massaging her from behind slowed down.

Shang Yuji deftly cut off the hair he had chosen beforehand, the length of which was similar to the length he had cut off.

Holding two strands of hair, she put down the sword, tied her hair up, wrapped it with a red rope, and finally put it into a brocade bag.

She tightened the drawstring of the brocade pouch and held it up in front of him: "We've been married since we were young, but I was too tired last night and forgot. You keep it, and you can put it wherever you like."

Each profession has its own expertise.

He's much better at hiding things than she is.

Jiang Xi stared blankly at the brocade bag with loose stitches in front of her, slowly folded her hands together, and found that it was light yet surprisingly heavy.

"Ah Ji... I will keep it safe."

Shang Yuji checked that the porridge had warmed up a bit, then moved to the bedside to prepare to drink it.

The distraught man noticed her movements, quickly put the brocade bag aside, and got up to get a bowl: "I...I'll feed Aji."

She grabbed the hand that was trying to take the bowl and placed it on her side: "It's sour, rub it."

He quickly abandoned his intention to feed the person and began to knead the flesh carefully.

As Shang Yuji focused on filling her stomach, she heard soft sobs nearby.

She poured the last of the porridge directly into her mouth, put the bowl down, swallowed it, turned to the side, and poked his drooping cheek with her fingertip:

"Why are you crying? I'm the one who's been tormented."

“Ah Ji, I feel so happy…” he said, choking back tears.

He truly felt the warmth of being immersed in warm water, a warmth that made him reluctant to leave.

Having experienced such bliss, he cherished every little thing she gave him even more.

He also wanted to make Ah Ji happy!

"I want to gently massage Ah Ji's uncomfortable areas."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands moved down and touched her soft thighs. Shang Yuji, not quite understanding the logic behind it, instinctively kicked him.

He then grabbed the ankle that was pressing on his stomach: "Ah Ji, your leg hurts so much you need to rub it..."

Jiang Xi's face was serious as he tried to persuade her to let him go.

Shang Yuji hesitated for a moment, but still refused: "Anyway, we have the Heart-Connecting Gu, so the pain will be transferred to you. Let's leave it at that for now."

Okay.

Hui Gu said that in the early stages of the Tongxin Gu, it takes some time for the two people to connect and deepen the connection between the child Gu and the mother Gu. At that time, the mother Gu will share the child Gu's pain.

Now they can also separate some off, but since they haven't been poisoned for long, the pain of separation takes a while to subside.

Since the mother Gu is more of a sufferer, the mother Gu person needs to be physically strong; otherwise, someone with a higher pain tolerance is also acceptable.

Fortunately, the Heart-Connecting Gu is difficult to control, otherwise it would easily wreak havoc on the martial arts world.

As for letting Jiang Xi share her discomfort?

Naturally, whoever caused the discomfort should be held responsible!

Shang Yuji thought she would secretly step on his foot to vent her anger, but instead her calf was rubbed by his cheek and became a little itchy.

Those fox-like eyes were watery; she swallowed her anger and decided to lift her feet high.

When the mother Gu instantly shared the physical sensations, I wonder if his sensitive body could still withstand the stimulation from her body while they were on the bed.

If we let it go this time, he'll suffer the consequences later.

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