After those two soft, mosquito-like "wife" sounds, Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he had just run a marathon, completely exhausted, his face burning hot.
He kept his head down, not daring to look at Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier's expressions, and just wanted to disappear on the spot.
The anticipated storm did not arrive immediately.
An eerily quiet silence fell over the room.
Several seconds passed before Zhang Shaozhong dared to secretly lift his eyelids and glance at her.
Ling Qingxue kept her head down, but her fair cheeks and earlobes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, a stark contrast to her usual aloof demeanor, which made Zhang Shaozhong's heart skip a beat.
She could feel that the aura she received through the contract was no longer cold, but rather like melting snow in early spring, carrying a subtle warmth and... panic?
On the right, Ye Meier, though pouting with a "you got off easy" expression, didn't let go of his arm. Instead, she drew circles on his arm with her fingertips, conveying a "you know what's good for you" attitude mixed with a touch of smugness.
Is that all?
Zhang Shaozhong was a little confused. He was prepared to face a new round of "ice and fire", but it just passed by peacefully.
"cough……"
He coughed lightly, trying to break the suffocating awkwardness, "Um... it's getting late, how about... we go back to sleep?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Meier immediately felt like she had found a stage to perform, grabbing Zhang Jinshao's arm and dragging him towards the door: "Come on, come on! Husband~ let's go back to our room to sleep! Tonight, I'll tell you a 'good' story~"
Ling Qingxue finally raised her head, the blush on her face not yet completely faded. She glanced at Zhang Shaozhong, said nothing, but silently followed behind.
So the three of them went back to that super king-size bed.
Ye Meier still clung to Zhang Shaozhong's arm, but the previous deliberate provocation and tension were gone. Instead, it was as if she had found a sense of rightful ownership. She snuggled into a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and mumbled indistinctly, "Husband... is mine..."
Ling Qingxue lay quietly on the other side. This time, she did not hug Zhang Shaozhong from behind. Instead, she turned to face him and gently placed a cool hand on the back of his hand.
She didn't speak, but the silent contact and the much calmer aura emanating from the contract gave Zhang Shaozhong a strange sense of peace.
Zhang Shaozhong lay in the middle, feeling the warmth from his left and the coolness from his right, listening to the even breathing beside him (Ye Meier actually fell asleep instantly?), and the taut string in his heart finally slowly relaxed.
That night turned out to be the most restful night's sleep he had had in a long time.
The next morning, Zhang Shaozhong was awakened by the sunlight and... the aroma of food.
He opened his eyes groggily and found that no one was beside him.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, and then I heard noises coming from the kitchen.
He shuffled to the kitchen doorway in his slippers!
Wearing an apron and busy at the stove, is Ling Qingxue!
The fairy is cooking?! And making breakfast?!
Ling Qingxue's movements still carried the unique elegance of an immortal. She was carefully flipping the fried egg over, while millet porridge was simmering in the pot next to her, filling the air with the simple aroma of food.
Ye Meier, meanwhile, leaned against the kitchen doorframe with her arms crossed, looking at him with a critical expression: "You're such a hypocrite! Can you even do it? The fried eggs are almost burnt! Move aside and let me do it!"
Ling Qingxue didn't even turn her head, and said indifferently, "No need to trouble yourself. My husband has been working hard in his cultivation these days, so he should eat some light and nourishing food."
She said this so naturally, as if she had called him "husband" a thousand times.
Standing at the door, Zhang Shaozhong listened to the natural "husband" and watched the fairy's back as she washed her hands and cooked for him. His heart felt as if it had been suddenly struck by something, a mix of sourness and tenderness, and an indescribable warmth surged through him.
Hearing Ling Qingxue's words, Ye Meier snorted unhappily, but didn't insist any further. Instead, she turned her head and saw Zhang Shaozhong standing dumbfounded at the door. She immediately put on a sweet smile, walked over, and hugged his arm.
"Husband~ You're awake? Look at this, that pretentious guy insisted on making you breakfast, but I bet it's inedible!"
Zhang Shaozhong was pulled to sit at the dining table by her, and watched as Ling Qingxue brought him an egg that was fried with slightly burnt edges but was still intact, and a bowl of sticky millet porridge.
"My husband, have a taste."
Ling Qingxue looked at him, her eyes filled with a barely perceptible hint of expectation and... nervousness?
Zhang Shaozhong picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the fried egg, and found the taste... to be quite average. There wasn't enough salt, and it had a slightly burnt flavor.
But he ate with unusual seriousness, as if he were savoring some unparalleled delicacy.
"tasty!"
He looked up and gave Ling Qingxue a bright smile, "Fairy... uh, my wife's cooking is the best!"
When Ling Qingxue heard him blurt out "wife," a blush rose on her cheeks again, but the corners of her mouth curved into a barely perceptible, tiny arc, like the first melting of snow.
"Tch~ Sycophant!"
Ye Meier complained sourly from the side, but she also picked up a piece of side dish with her chopsticks and stuffed it into Zhang Shaozhong's mouth, "Try this! I made it! It's definitely better than hers!"
Breakfast ended in this slightly strange yet inexplicably harmonious atmosphere.
Ever since those two calls of "wife" were uttered, the daily life in the courtyard seemed to have been switched on in some strange way.
Although Ling Qingxue remained aloof most of the time, she would offer more detailed guidance on Zhang Shaozhong's cultivation, and occasionally, like today, she would help him tidy up his room.
Every time Zhang Shaozhong called her "wife", she would still blush, but she would no longer be as flustered as before. Instead, she would respond softly with "husband".
Ye Meier became even more unrestrained, calling him "husband" fluently and constantly hugging and cuddling him, taking full advantage of him. However, the tension between her and Ling Qingxue had lessened considerably, and it seemed more like it was her true nature, enjoying the pleasure of "teasing" her husband.
Zhang Shaozhong himself gradually got used to this form of address.
At first, he was hesitant to call her "wife," but later he became more shameless and started calling her that more and more naturally.
He found that once he accepted the title, the awkwardness and pressure he felt caught in the middle actually lessened considerably.
Of course, there were still some minor frictions.
For example, on this day, Zhang Shaozhong finally managed to get his hands on a piece of jade containing spiritual energy and excitedly brought it back.
Ye Meier was the first to come up to him: "Husband~ This stone is so shiny, can you make a hairpin for me?"
Ling Qingxue then said calmly, "Husband, this jade has pure spiritual energy, making it more suitable for grinding into medicine, which may help you stabilize your cultivation."
Zhang Shaozhong looked at the two pairs of beautiful eyes staring at him at the same time, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Finally, after racking his brains, he divided the jade in two, giving one half to Ye Meier to experiment with, and the other half to Ling Qingxue to grind into jade powder to aid in cultivation.
I guess I barely passed?
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