[Chapter 6 Chapter 167 The Miao Youth's Heavenly Wife 8]
When Wen Shinian woke up early in the morning and opened his eyes, he saw a white chest.
She was slightly stunned, her brain not yet fully awake, her eyes had already looked down.
What caught the eye were distinct muscles, and beneath the muscles, in the area half-covered by the clothes, the waistline was faintly visible.
Such a beautiful sight made her brain freeze and she couldn't help but stare.
"Wipe it, your saliva is flowing out."
A clear, young voice sounded from above his head, and Wen Shinian subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth.
"hehe."
A light laugh was heard, and Wen Shinian finally realized that he had been fooled.
Two blushes appeared on her fair face, and she glared at the boy in embarrassment.
"You did it on purpose!"
Si Jin nodded happily, and when he stood up, he put on and tied up his open inner garment.
"Yes, I did it on purpose, but don't you feel happy watching it?"
Meeting his teasing gaze, Wen Shinian's eyes were evasive.
She also stood up, her inky black hair falling from her shoulders, covering the red cheeks on her chest.
Si Jin's eyes darkened, and he picked up the clothes beside him and threw them on Wen Shinian.
"Although I did it on purpose, you don't have to repay me like this."
Wen Shinian then realized that he was not wearing anything.
She exclaimed softly, and her snow-white skin turned pink.
"You, it's not you yet!"
Wen Shinian fumbled to put on his clothes, staring at Si Jin with tears in his eyes.
Si Jin smiled at her, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the closet.
Wen Shinian sat by the bed, watching him take out clothes one after another.
Each piece of clothing is heavily embroidered, and the patterns embroidered with silk threads cannot be produced without solid embroidery skills and a lot of time.
Not only that, even the fabrics used for the clothes were extremely expensive.
Even the one she was wearing looked like a veil, light and breathable.
In short, it's very comfortable.
"What do you think of this one?"
Si Jin picked up the navy blue clothes in his hand and asked for her advice.
"I think the purple one would look better on you."
Wen Shinian pointed at the purple robe that the young man had just thrown away.
Si Jin decisively dropped the clothes in his hand and picked up the one Wen Shinian mentioned.
The purple dress is belly-exposing, and the outer layer is a black, semi-transparent gauze.
When Si Jin came out after changing his clothes, Wen Shinian's eyes lit up again and again.
She lowered her gaze to the boy's exposed slender waist.
The abdominal muscles exposed to the air are evenly proportioned, and the skin is as white as mutton-fat jade, seeming to glow.
Si Jin seemed not to see her gaze. He walked to the mirror and picked up the matching silver jewelry and put them on one by one.
The originally monotonous clothing was now eye-catching with the unique charm of Miaojiang after she put on the silver jewelry.
Si Jin put on his clothes and turned around.
The tassel ornament on her forehead swayed slightly.
Meeting Wen Shinian's focused gaze, Si Jin smiled slightly, and his already stunning face looked even more charming and attractive.
"Does it look good?"
Wen Shinian nodded, "It looks good."
Si Jin stepped forward, and the silver ornaments on his chest and the silver tassel belt around his waist made ding-ding sounds with his movements.
Wen Shinian's gaze changed from looking straight at him at first to looking up at him.
Si Jin bent down, narrowed his eyes, curled his lips, and scratched her chin with his cold fingertips.
"It's time to get up, my dear Nian Nian."
"As a Gu Master, from today on, everything you have, including your body, will belong to me alone."
Wen Shinian's eyes turned, "Then when are we getting married?"
Si Jin smiled gently, took off the butterfly-shaped silver ring on his finger, and put it on Wen Shinian's finger.
The silver ring was a little big, and it fit him just right, but it was much bigger on her finger.
"When I'm happy."
Wen Shinian tilted his head, "Are you unhappy now?"
Si Jin smiled and nodded, "Yes, because you haven't realized any value yet."
Wen Shinian pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, then we'll get married when you're happy."
Si Jin smiled without saying anything, but pulled Wen Shinian up from the bed considerately and gently.
Wen Shinian was shorter and thinner than him, and his clothes didn't fit him at all.
It's like a child who steals adult clothes, with long sleeves and long clothes.
Si Jin tilted his head and looked at her for a while, then turned around and moved a box out from the corner.
"These are my childhood clothes, you should be able to wear them."
There were women's clothes in the Miao village, but letting Wen Shinian wear the clothes he had worn and be enveloped by his scent... just thinking about it made her excited.
Wen Shinian didn't know what Si Jin was thinking, and she didn't mind wearing Si Jin's old clothes.
Actually, it’s an exaggeration to say that they are old clothes because they are all new.
Wen Shinian picked out a dress of the same color as Si Jin's.
She pinched the hem of her skirt and turned around in front of the mirror.
Si Jin's childhood clothes fit her perfectly.
The sleeves are still a bit long.
Si Jin stepped forward, pulled the conceited person, and rolled up her sleeves.
"Before, Master always did it for me."
"What about your master?"
"He died a long time ago."
When talking about his master's death, Si Jin showed no sadness, only a faint smile.
He seemed very happy about his master's death.
Wen Shinian knew his childhood experiences and did not ask any further.
"So when do we start?" she changed the subject.
"Hmm? Start what?" Si Jin responded casually.
"Didn't you say that I'm your Gu user and that I should be used to my full potential? Where should we go to test the Gu?"
Si Jin was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.
He took Wen Shinian's hand and squeezed it in his palm, looking at her with an ambiguous look.
"Wen Shinian, sometimes being too proactive is not a good thing."
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