After taking a nice bath, Zheng Quchi put on a brand new light blue dress.
Yes, her older brother specially cut a piece of cloth, bought cotton and fur, and paid the aunt next door to sew her a new dress as a New Year's outfit.
Thin tufts of fabric, fine stitches, and a flowing, elegant skirt—this is the most fashionable long dress of the moment, featuring a slender front opening, a fitted waist, and fluttering sleeves.
It's clear that her brother put a lot of thought into her new clothes; he carefully studied the patterns and designs, and didn't give her an old-fashioned country girl outfit.
This was the first time she had dressed her daughter in such a beautiful ancient costume. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to style her hair, so she could only let her long, slightly wavy black hair fall gracefully down to her slender waist.
Looking at her ankles, the large pleated skirt swayed as she walked, and she couldn't help but turn around gently. The skirt bloomed like flower petals, and a bell chain around her waist jingled crisply and melodiously, which was quite interesting and novel.
When Yuwen Sheng came out of the room, he happened to see Zheng Quchi, who was entertaining herself by spinning around like a little girl under a pale yellow corridor lamp.
She smiled with her eyes narrowed in joy, seemingly intoxicated by the elegant night. Her small face shone like a bright pearl, a truly vibrant and lively sight.
He was quite different from this withered, decaying person.
He thought to himself, if she can make such an ugly outfit look amazing, what would she look like if she wore the dress he arranged for her that day?
Will she dance lightly and joyfully like she does now?
He stepped forward and stopped in front of Zheng Quchi.
She stopped when she saw him appear, feeling embarrassed and ashamed as she thought about her childish behavior just now.
He caught a whiff of her post-bath fragrance, which was faint at first, but as the wind lifted a strand of her damp hair, his senses seemed to be amplified several times over. He was captivated by the subtle, lingering scent of her feminine body.
"Did you change into new clothes?"
His voice was slightly hoarse and inexplicably deep.
Zheng Quchi suddenly remembered that he suffered from an eye disease and probably hadn't seen her abrupt movements at all.
How did you know?
"Just guessing, you like your new clothes?"
Zheng Quchi recalled the set of high-society ladies' dresses he had prepared for her. They were beautiful, but with three layers inside and three outside, they were a bit too ornate and complicated for her.
He reached out, his slender white fingers tucking a strand of her light, fluttering hair into a circle and twirling it between his fingers: "Why are you only wearing the ones your older brother prepared? Do you think the one I gave you isn't nice enough?"
When Zheng Quchi saw him leaning closer to her, she saw "a beautiful woman dancing behind a curtain, her every frown and smile captivating," which was a real test of her moral character.
"No, the gift you gave me was too expensive and too beautiful. It's just that I'm too dark-skinned to match the set you gave me. On the contrary, the other day I met a naturally beautiful woman who would suit her perfectly."
She denied it so hastily that she didn't even realize what nonsense she had just said.
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng's smile faded slightly. He didn't take her "nonsense" to heart, but asked suspiciously, "Where are you dark-skinned?"
His eyes were like they were blind... well, he really hadn't seen how dark her skin actually was.
She couldn't bear to deceive him, a blind man, lest he think he had married a white moonlight, only to find out later that she was a black pearl when his eyesight returned.
That must be a huge blow.
She tilted her head back and said very seriously, "Standing next to you, I look like a piece of charcoal, and you're like white jade, right? Just imagine..."
"Yeah?"
He pretended not to believe her, released the strands of hair that were warm to the touch of his fingertips, and then casually touched her face.
His hands, always clad in silk gloves, were fair and strong, possessing a captivating beauty reminiscent of peeled flesh. Compared to her small, dark face, the unspoken difference was immediately apparent.
However, Yuwen Sheng tested it and found that he did not feel the same disgust as before.
This was the first time he had ever seriously touched a living person, and he thought he would feel disgusted and repulsed...
But the first feeling was that it was very smooth. His skin was soft and tender after washing, and it felt smooth and warm to the touch, which made him love it.
Why are you even using your hands?
Can you tell if it's black or not just by touching it?
While Zheng Quchi was in a daze, he did not notice that Yuwen Sheng's breathing was getting closer and closer. A kind of ambiguous hormone fermented by the heavy night began to run rampant. Even the ordinary cold air seemed to collapse like the tip of an iceberg hitting the seabed, with undercurrents surging.
"What are you doing?!"
Suddenly, Brother Sang broke the barrier between the two, walking briskly from the kitchen with his cane, shoving Yuwen Sheng's hand aside and pulling Zheng Quchi back to his side.
He put on a stern face and said stiffly to Zheng Quchi, "Chizi, come and help me prepare the things I need for tomorrow."
"Okay, sure."
He then said to the expressionless Yuwen Sheng, "Your water is boiled, hurry up and go wash, or it will get cold."
After saying that, without looking at the other person's obviously displeased expression, she pulled Zheng Quchi and quickly walked towards the other side.
This young man is so inconsiderate. It seems I'll have to find a way to separate them tonight, lest something serious happen and cause a "death," which would be a real problem.
Zheng Quchi did not turn around to look at Yuwen Sheng, although she always felt that a powerful force was clinging to her like a bone-deep infection.
She fanned her burning face with her hand.
They also realized that the situation they had just experienced seemed somewhat dangerous.
She still has doubts about Liu Fengmian, so she is unsure if there will be a future for her and him. She is the kind of person who never makes a decision without being sure of the outcome.
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