Yu Qianqian thought for a moment and said to him frankly, "Since Achen likes the smell of small photinia, then we can transplant some from the back mountain and put them in the house so you can smell them whenever you want."
A twenty-year-old woman is in the prime of her life, so it's normal for Yu Qianqian to think about these things. Besides, she doesn't want to be completely unattractive to her man.
Upon hearing her words, Mu Beichen, who had been cautious, was instantly stunned. He never expected that Yu Qianqian would so blatantly seduce him. However, he was not used to being teased and did not consider himself to be suited for it.
Yu Qianqian was still unaware that Mu Beichen disliked her so much. She nestled in his arms with a hopeful expression, throwing him flirtatious glances and patiently waiting to be pecked by him again.
As they got closer, the strange smell of the photinia flower grew stronger and stronger, playing its most significant role at this moment. Mu Beichen's face grew increasingly pale, and his stomach churned as he felt nauseous.
He was terrified that Yu Qianqian would notice something was wrong, so he gritted his teeth and held on, thinking he could just pretend he had taken a bite of something smelly!
Yu Qianqian proudly wrapped her arms around his neck, getting closer little by little. With each movement, the odor intensified, and her legs were tightly entwined beneath him, leaving him no chance to escape.
Mu Beichen bit his lower lip, looking at her with a pitiful expression; did he really have to bite her?
That won't do. What if I can't help but vomit all over her face?
"My husband, do I smell good?"
A sweet voice suddenly reached my ears.
Upon hearing Yu Qianqian's words, he pursed his lips, nodded vigorously, then quickly lifted her aside and dashed outside, running faster than a rabbit.
Yu Qianqian stared blankly at the figure that had vanished in a flash. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off. She was about to succeed when the person suddenly changed his mind.
Seeing that Mu Beichen hadn't come in for most of the day, she decided not to wait any longer. She changed her clothes and prepared to go to bed, but just then, a maid from Feiyu Courtyard burst in with a pile of clothes and jewelry, insisting that she change into these things and go to Changcui Garden to see Mu Beichen.
She wore a crimson brocade dress, with a pair of swallows dancing wildly on the back, their exquisite embroidery lifelike. A pale yellow shawl draped across her arm, subtly complementing the color of her dress, making her look very comfortable.
She wore light makeup today, and her bright eyes and white teeth looked even more refined than usual. A touch of vermilion flower between her eyebrows made her even more charming and radiant with every smile and frown.
However, she felt awkward about dressing up like this in the middle of the night. She glanced at the maid next to her and rushed out the door like a gust of wind without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, someone was waiting for her not far away as soon as she stepped out the door. She immediately saw that the person was also wearing the same Yunyan brocade robe as her. His back was tall and straight, and his black hair, which fell casually over his body, was draped over his waist. The robe fluttered in the breeze. Just that back view was enough to dazzle people. He was as ethereal as a fairy.
Mu Beichen seemed to sense her spying and turned around to walk straight over.
With a flick of his wrist, he lifted half of his sleeve, his fair wrist brushing against his face. He ran a strand of hair through his fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "Hmm, quite beautiful. No wonder you're my woman."
Yu Qianqian pouted as she looked at him, without replying, but inexplicably found his appearance very alluring.
The scene of the failed attempt to lure her just now kept replaying in my mind, surfacing bit by bit and refusing to leave. At least this time, I can't lose face again. I have to grit my teeth and hold on.
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