Chapter 68
Shen Qingnian continued, "The wedding day is fast approaching, and my phoenix coronet and wedding gown should be dyed with beautiful nail polish to match. I'd like Your Highness to dye them for me personally..."
After saying that, she looked at Song Xuan with some hope, her eyes shining slightly like the Milky Way in the night sky.
Song Xuan responded softly, "You are my future Crown Princess, so I will personally apply nail polish to you."
A smile appeared on Shen Qingnian's face. She took out the tools needed for nail dyeing and then stretched out her slender hand towards the man.
The man sat upright, his back straight, looking down at her ten fingers with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.
Her fingers were slender and delicate, with long, slender nails that were rosy and glossy. Just by looking at her hands, one could tell that the owner of those hands must be a beauty of unparalleled grace.
Shen Qingnian moved her jade-like fingers and asked softly, "Does Your Highness know how to dye your nails?"
"Although I have never dyed a woman's nail polish, I have seen my father dye my mother's nail polish," Song Xuan said slowly, gently, and with a profound meaning.
The Empress Dowager once said that dyeing nail polish is a romantic gesture between husband and wife, and it can only be done when they are in perfect harmony.
Although he has not yet married Qingnian, he feels that he and Qingnian will be as harmonious as his mother and father.
Shen Qingnian smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Your Highness."
Song Xuan nodded slightly and began to use tools to paint the beauty's nails.
The man had large hands and long, slender fingers, making the girl's hands appear much smaller and more delicate when placed next to his.
The two women also had different body temperatures; the man's temperature was slightly higher, while the girl's temperature was lower.
Shen Qingnian's fingertips were held by Song Xuan. She felt that his fingers were long and strong, and a little hot. Because of their painted nails, they were very close. She could almost hear his breathing, which was warm.
"Did I hurt you?" Song Xuan noticed that the spot where he had been holding the girl's fingertips was slightly red, so he quickly let go and asked with some guilt.
At this moment, red marks had already appeared on the girl's fair fingertips, and he clearly hadn't used much force.
Shen Qingnian shook her head and smiled, "Your Highness did not hurt me. My skin has been like this since I was a child, and it is very easy for it to leave marks. Your Highness need not worry about it."
After saying that, she seemed to remember something and said softly, "The bruises on my wrists are the same..."
She was referring to the red marks left at the temple that day.
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan subconsciously looked at the girl's fair wrist, which was now completely smooth, with no trace of the bruises left earlier.
“I was rude,” he couldn’t help but gently rub the girl’s wrist with his fingertips.
He still remembers the faint bruise there. Although he only has a vague memory of it, he also remembers that he was very rough that day and did not show any tenderness.
Thinking of this, Song Xuan's eyes filled with heartache, but he took a few quick breaths.
Although he was rude, he remembered how he felt at the time...
With their wedding approaching, Song Xuan dreamed of his beloved almost every night. Her every smile and gesture, as well as the events that occurred at the temple that day, thrilled him.
Now, recalling that day's entanglement, he felt guilty, yet also somewhat unable to control himself. He could only slightly adjust his posture to suppress the wicked thoughts in his mind—
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