Chapter 436: The No.1 Scholar’s ​​Dark Moonlight Ex-wife 04

Shen Xinran's eyes rolled, and she walked directly to Han Ziwen's side with a mischievous smile, "Since you have discovered it, I won't hide it from you. In fact, I am-"

Han Ziwen asked with a serious face: "What is it?"

Chen Xinran leaned close to Han Ziwen, her mouth close to his ear, her red lips slightly parted. "I am a stone demon from the river. I have seen you washing clothes many times and found you so handsome that I fell in love with you. So I possessed her and wanted to have a romantic moment with you."

When Han Ziwen heard this, a flush suddenly surged across his face, red all the way to his ears. He frowned and scolded, "You are talking nonsense, it's ridiculous."

After saying that, he pushed Shen Xinran away and turned away.

Shen Xinran looked at Han Ziwen's back as he left, and couldn't help but laugh and shouted, "Hey, you forgot to take your quilt cover."

Han Ziwen's footsteps suddenly stopped, he slowly turned around, silently put the quilt into the wooden basin, and continued to move forward with it.

Shen Xinran's laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing behind him.

Han Ziwen had an indescribable embarrassment on his face. He quickened his pace, as if he was running away.

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There wasn't much entertainment in the countryside at night, let alone in ancient times. So at night, Shen Xinran went to bed early and slept on the inside of the bed.

The quilt cover Han Ziwen washed during the day was not dry yet, so he had to get a new one to change into.

After changing, his eyes fell on the pillow and his brows frowned slightly: "Did you move my pillow?"

Shen Xinran chuckled, "Who moved your pillow?"

But after she finished speaking, she remembered that she was too angry that morning and took Han Ziwen's pillow to vent her anger, but she clearly put it back afterwards! No way, she could even find this!

Han Ziwen glanced at Shen Xinran and instantly understood everything. He picked up the pillow and placed it on the left side of the bed, aligning the edge of the pillow with the edge of the bed.

Shen Xinran couldn't help but feel speechless. She could see that Han Ziwen not only had mysophobia, but also had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After Han Ziwen finished all this, he finally raised his head and looked at Shen Xinran, frowning and said, "Are you really a stone monster?"

Shen Xinran lazily turned over, her long hair rising slightly as she moved. She glanced at Han Ziwen from the corner of her eye, "Don't you believe it?"

Han Ziwen's voice revealed a hint of worry, "You possessed Guo Xi, so where did Guo Xi go?"

Shen Xinran half-sat up, tapping her chin with her fingers, pretending to be in deep thought, "You care about her so much, could it be that you like her?"

Han Ziwen's expression was somewhat displeased, "Don't talk about him."

Shen Xinran's eyes rolled, she hooked her finger playfully, and said in a delicate voice: "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Han Ziwen's face flushed red. He coughed awkwardly twice and turned his head away. "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

Chen Xinran jumped off the bed, walked briskly to Han Ziwen, and gently stroked his chest with her fingers. "Who said I don't want to say it? I just want to be close to you. Since you won't kiss me, then I'll kiss you."

After saying that, she grabbed Han Ziwen's collar, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against his.

Han Ziwen opened his eyes wide, as if he was frozen in time, his whole body stiff, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and even his breathing became disordered.

After he reacted, he pushed Shen Xinran away suddenly, and then he stepped back suddenly as if he was on fire, but unexpectedly, with a "bang", the back of his head hit the bedpost.

Shen Xinran fell on the soft quilt, smiling charmingly and complacently, "My dear, your mouth is so delicious, just like candied fruit."

Han Ziwen's face flushed completely, and he could only clear his throat to hide his embarrassment, "You can tell me now."

Shen Xinran sat up, supporting his hands behind his back, "Of course I sent him to a place where he has no worries about food and clothing."

Han Ziwen frowned and asked, "When will you leave?"

Shen Xinran stroked her long hair gently, her tone carrying a hint of ambiguity, "Of course, after I've eaten my husband clean."

Han Ziwen was choked by these words and started to cough, and began to stutter, "You...you really are..."

Seeing this, Chen Xinran chuckled and said, "Don't worry, my dear. When we stone monsters do things, we also insist on mutual consent. As long as you don't want to, I will never force you."

Han Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Shen Xinran, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, because he didn't know how much truth or falsehood Shen Xinran's words were.

That night, Shen Xinran and Han Ziwen lay together on the bed in the bedroom, each covered with a quilt, keeping a subtle distance between them.

The next morning, Shen Xinran woke up from his sleep and subconsciously looked to the other side of the bed, but there was no one there.

She sat up from the bed and saw Han Ziwen sitting at the desk with an upright posture, probably reading a book.

Next to him was a pot of hot tea, with steam still coming out of the teapot.

Shen Xinran rubbed his eyes and called softly: "I'm thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Han Ziwen raised his head from the book, nodded, then stood up, poured a glass of water, walked to the bed, and handed it to Shen Xinran.

When Shen Xinran took the cup of water, her fingers accidentally touched Han Ziwen's hand.

Han Ziwen didn't say anything, but turned around and left the room silently.

When he came back again, Shen Xinran noticed that Han Ziwen's hands were wet, obviously he had just washed them.

A hint of amusement flashed in Shen Xinran's eyes. She handed the cup back to Han Ziwen, and this time she deliberately let her fingers slide lightly across the back of his hand.

Then she raised her eyebrows and looked at him, half jokingly and half seriously saying, "If you dare to wash your hands again, I will kiss you again."

After hearing what Chen Xinran said, Han Ziwen's expression became even more complicated. He seemed to be struggling, not knowing what to do.

In the end, he chose to sit down, wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and continued reading.

Shen Xinran looked at him with a hint of pride in his eyes, "You little bastard, I can't control you."

During breakfast, Yue Hongying's eyes kept wandering between Shen Xinran and Han Ziwen. "The next Autumn Examination will be in three years. You can have children during this time."

Shen Xinran secretly laughed in her heart. Han Ziwen couldn't help but wash his hand when she touched it. How could she have a child with him?

But she didn't show any emotion on her face, and smiled at Yue Hongying, "Mom, you're right. I also want to have a child with Brother Ziwen soon."

When Han Ziwen heard this, his face immediately flushed. He coughed twice awkwardly and said to Yue Hongying, "Mom, there's no rush."

Yue Hongying glared at him, her tone tinged with reproach: "Why aren't you in a hurry? While I'm still healthy, you guys should give birth soon. I can still help you take care of the baby."

Han Ziwen lowered his head and stopped talking.