Xu Yan's fingers rested on Xie Zhuo's chin. Xie Zhuo didn't answer her immediately, but lowered his head slightly and kissed her fingertips.
After a long pause, he finally said, "I ran into a lunatic this afternoon, and I'm a bit upset."
Xu Yan blinked slowly.
“But it’s alright now,” Xie Zhuo continued, “the trouble is over.”
After saying that, he looked at Xu Yan very seriously and asked, "Am I... really that different from before?"
“Hmm,” Xu Yan thought for a moment and nodded, “It is a bit big.”
Xie Zhuo's brows slowly furrowed.
“You weren’t this shameless before,” Xu Yan slapped away the hand that was on his chest, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression. “I really thought you were unhappy.”
"I'm really unhappy," Xie Zhuo said, taking his hand out from under the blanket where it had been slapped and blowing on it as if to make a face. "How can I be happy when someone is talking badly about you in front of me?"
Xu Yan glared at him, then grabbed his other hand.
“I’ve asked many people about the changes in me before,” Xie Zhuo said.
"This afternoon, I asked the brigade leader and Brother Zheng again, and they also said that I have changed."
Xie Zhuo's hand was grabbed by Xu Yan, but he didn't break free. He pulled her hand back and pressed it against his lower abdomen. "Everyone says I look better than before. I didn't really believe it before, but I believe it a little this afternoon."
Speaking of this...
Xu Yan also felt puzzled.
It's as if everyone's aesthetic sense suddenly went online at some point.
However, it's hard to pinpoint exactly what caused this change.
What's certain is that since she married Xie Zhuo, many plot points from the original book have either fallen apart or gone completely astray.
Perhaps it was this unexpected turn of events that caused everyone's initial aura surrounding Han Xiaoyu to fade.
That would restore normal aesthetic standards.
Not only that, she also discovered that some of the people who used to blindly criticize Xie Zhuo are now gradually becoming more normal. Although they still occasionally say that she doesn't do any work or that Xie Zhuo married her like he married a queen, their attitude towards Xie Zhuo is not as intense anymore.
In the past six months or so, no one has been saying things like "a cursed star who brings misfortune to his family" or similar phrases anymore.
Thinking of this, Xu Yan recalled that when she first transmigrated last year, she was constantly affected by the original plot and suppressed by Han Xiaoyu. It was only by Xie Zhuo's side that she was able to break free from this confinement.
Could it be Xie Zhuo...?
Xu Yan pondered for a long time, but before he could come to any specific conclusion, someone gently touched his lips.
Why are you spacing out again?
Xie Zhuo's lips left Xu Yan's mouth. Seeing her raise her eyes, he used his hand to brush the stray hairs from her face behind her ear.
“It’s nothing,” Xu Yan said.
Xie Zhuo glanced at her perfunctory expression, his eyes flashing for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, taking Xu Yan's soft, boneless hand and sliding it down a little.
Xu Yanmi's thick eyelashes lifted upwards as she stared at Xie Zhuo's face.
Xie Zhuo's expression was very serious. "Since you think my appearance hasn't changed much, why don't you try it again and see if... it has changed?"
A while ago, Xu Yan searched every possible hiding place in the house, and finally confirmed that Xie Zhuo had not hidden any books that were restricted to adults.
There were no books, no cell phones, and no internet.
I really don't know how this man learned all these tricks without a teacher!
Xu Yan felt that some of the postures and quirks were a bit perverted.
But she was completely powerless against Xie Zhuo's face.
When Xie Zhuo folded the red silk scarf he bought during the Chinese New Year and tied it around her eyes, Xu Yan verbally resisted, but after being kissed by Xie Zhuo until she was a little dazed, she nodded in agreement.
When the eyes cannot see, the other senses become very sensitive.
sound.
Touch.
And then there was another kiss.
With her ankle held, those hands weren't satisfied and moved up a bit, hooking her calf.
Just as the person lowered their guard, the owner of the hand pressed forward again, as if measuring the length of the legs.
When the fingertip finally pressed against the origin, the whole world went silent for a moment.
Xu Yan tried to take the red scarf off, but before she could do so, her hands were grabbed and raised above her head.
Spring nights are the quietest. In the courtyard, apart from the gentle breeze, there is only the damp rain. When it accumulates, it slides down the eaves and drips softly onto the ground.
Xu Yan's eyes were incredibly red.
Tears soaked the stray hairs at her temples, making her already pitiful face appear even more so.
Xie Zhuo stopped moving.
He lowered his head and kissed her face, then gently stroked the corner of her eye with his fingers.
The red silk scarf had long since disappeared, and without any covering, everything went from being hazy to clear.
Noticing that Xu Yan hesitated for a moment, Xie Zhuo smiled and exchanged a kiss with her, saying affectionately, "Poor little thing."
abnormal.
Xu Yan's evaluation of Xie Zhuo.
The rain didn't stop the next day; in fact, it seemed to be getting heavier.
Xu Yan went back to sleep after eating breakfast.
Xie Zhuo didn't let the two kids go to school. He rode his bike to the school to tell the teacher, then came back, changed his clothes, and took the two kids to read.
Since I plan to go to the same university as Xu Yan, I can't afford not to study.
There's only a little over a year left until the college entrance exam. He also has to work during the week. Even if he's smart and has a solid grasp of math so he doesn't need to put in much effort, there are other subjects to study.
We still need to be down-to-earth.
The three of them were engrossed in reading, and Han Xiaoyu, on the other side, finally got to touch a book today.
Since he married Sun Jiarou, he hasn't had a single day of peace.
Everything in his previous life seemed like a dream, and Sun Jiarou in his previous life seemed to be a fabrication and beautification by him.
In his previous life, he was very rich. After graduating from university, Sun Jiarou did not go out to work. She stayed at home every day to do housework and take care of the two children. When she had a break, she would either go shopping with his mother or put on exquisite makeup and invite him to listen to a concert or something.
Those days were peaceful and happy.
Even though people always tried to get close to him, he didn't pay much attention to them, feeling that he really didn't want to break up his family.
but……
He watched as the woman, covered in sweat, came back from the ground, did laundry, cooked, fed the chickens, and then lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed). He almost couldn't help but vomit.
Even before they got married, Sun Jiarou always dressed up beautifully and smelled of face cream whenever she went to see him.
I don't know why, but she got married, and she seemed like a completely different person.
She would just wash her face quickly, and sometimes when she woke up late and the brigade leader was urging her to get up, she would run out without even brushing her teeth. She also cut her hair short, into a bob that reached her ears. She was completely different from the stylish girl from Qingshan Brigade who used to like wearing dresses.
Han Xiaoyu then thought of Xu Yan.
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