Shen Wangshu tilted her head back, trying hard to find a hint of a joke on Xue Xuan's face.

But no.

He genuinely wanted to strip naked in broad daylight and show himself.

"When did I say I wanted to see your body?" If Shen's father heard this, he would be furious. Shen Wangshu said, his lips twitching.

The sun was shining brightly, but all tenderness and affection had vanished.

"You said you wanted to see my wounds." Xue Xuan saw Shen Wangshu weakly propping her head up, and a smile flashed quickly in his eyes. His well-defined fingers seemed to casually caress Shen Wangshu's fingertips. Feeling the delicate touch, he said with an even more innocent expression, "The wounds are all on my body. If you want to see them, I'll show them to you."

He seemed very honest. He moved his feet and was in front of Shen Wangshu in the blink of an eye. He didn't rush to let go of her fingers, which were still on his buttons, and said softly, "Just don't scare you."

"Many wounds?" Upon hearing this, Shen Wangshu immediately forgot her strange feelings and asked with some heartache.

"Hmm." Xue Xuan lowered his eyes.

"Let me see," Shen Wangshu said hurriedly.

This time, she no longer cared about Xue Xuan taking off his clothes. She started to unbutton Xue Xuan's clothes herself, and in the blink of an eye, the young man's clothes were all open, revealing his strong body underneath.

His chest and abdomen were exposed, his abdomen flat and strong, with powerful lines bulging on it. His thin waist extended down along those muscles. Shen Wangshu's gaze, however, fell on that abdomen, on a hideous, tangled scar more than a finger's width. The color was still dark red, but it was still shocking.

"How did you get hurt?" It was clearly an old wound, yet it was still so clear. Shen Wangshu couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the wound.

The moment Xue Xuan touched the scar with her hand, his lower abdomen tensed up. He showed restraint on his face, his chest heaving violently, and said in a restrained voice, "Someone stabbed me."

He spoke casually, pressing her hand against the scar on his lower abdomen. His eyes were red, but he held Shen Wangshu's forehead to prevent her from looking up. Seeing the desire churning in his own eyes, he whispered, "I've long forgotten about it. Don't be sad."

He felt Shen Wangshu's icy tears fall onto the back of his hand. In that instant, the raging heat that had surged through his body vanished, leaving only the woman's tears and pity before him. When she pressed her forehead against his lower abdomen, he thought not of those desires, but only of the secret peace within his heart.

"Shushu." He reached out and hugged her, calling her softly.

"No matter what happens in the future, I'll be with you." She stayed by his side through good times and bad.

"Okay," Xue Xuan replied softly.

He released her hand and felt it tracing over his body inch by inch, cold and soft, gently caressing any scars it touched.

She saw every single one of his wounds. He then told her, one by one, about the origin of each wound.

It was a world filled with blood and fire. He spoke of it casually, and Shen Wangshu listened in complete silence. Yet, their understated conversation seemed to bring them closer together.

"What are you doing?" Just as Shen Wangshu and Xue Xuan were quietly talking together, they heard a surprised and uncertain voice from the side. Shen Wangshu turned her head and saw her father holding a plate of pastries, which was full of steaming hot cakes of various colors.

The happy smile on his face hadn't faded when he saw Shen Wangshu and Xue Xuan's appearance, and he seemed stunned. The young couple before him—one shirtless, shirt draped askew, revealing a muscular physique that made Shen's father envious; the other pressing his hand against something he couldn't quite describe, and he also looked…

"What are you doing?" Father Shen's eyes immediately reddened.

He sniffed the aroma of the cake his mother had specially baked for him on his plate, feeling quite aggrieved.

He had never been this intimate with Shen's mother before.

"Take a look at Ah Xuan's wounds." Shen Wangshu withdrew his hand seemingly casually, and said to his father with a smile as he stood up.

Her eyes were still red with tears. Her father's gaze fell on the crisscrossing scars on Xue Xuan's body for a moment, and he snorted.

They're actually using their scars to gain sympathy, but they do look shocking, and it must have been tough for them.

Thinking of Xue Xuan's background, his former awe and envy turned into pity. He stepped forward, placed the plate of pastries in front of Shen Wangshu, and said rudely, "Your mother made this."

"Did you sneak a bite?" Mother Shen's cooking skills were excellent. Shen Wangshu smelled the sweet aroma of the cake, quickly picked one up, and stuffed it into Xue Xuan's mouth.

"Dad needs to steal food? You're kidding." Father Shen looked at his daughter expectantly.

As Shen Wangshu watched his mother approach with a smile and elegant demeanor, he felt that she seemed to have become much younger and more beautiful recently. It seemed that their relationship had become more intimate, making his mother radiant.

Therefore, Shen Wangshu ignored her father's eager expression as he asked for food. She picked up a small pastry, took a bite, and was about to eat the remaining half when a head came close to her. Xue Xuan snatched the remaining half away in one bite. Seeing her looking at him in surprise, he swallowed the pastry and mumbled, "This one is delicious."

Shen's father gritted his teeth as he looked at Xue Xuan, who was giving him a smug look.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing with the children." Mother Shen walked over and neatly stuffed a pastry into Father Shen's hand. Seeing him eat it reluctantly, she then smiled and said to Xue Xuan, "This old man has such a stubborn temper, Ah Xuan, you don't know, he's so hypocritical! Ever since you came, he's been sleeping soundly."

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