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Tu Shan Ya Ya's ears perked up instantly, the tips turning as red as ripe cherries.
Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and even her neck turned pink. The entire demon statue was thrown into a steamer, and its whole body was steaming.
She clutched the hem of her pajamas, her knuckles turning slightly white, her mind a jumbled mess.
I heard from those little fox demons in Tushan that if a man wants to be honest with a woman, it's mostly because he wants to bully her and do shameful things.
But... the person in front of me is Mu Bingkuai.
She was Mu Qinghan, the one who would protect her, remember her favorite pastries, and gently comfort her when she was sad.
If it were him…
It doesn't seem to work either.
She bit her lower lip, leaving shallow marks on her pink lips from her teeth. Her body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from intense nervousness.
The moisture blurred her vision, making her originally clear eyes appear wet and misty, like a startled fawn looking timidly at Mu Qinghan.
"I...I'm not ready...to have a baby yet. But if you really want one, then...then...it's up to you..."
Mu Qinghan's smile froze abruptly, his pupils dilated slightly, clearly not expecting this little girl to have thought of this.
He had only noticed that she had been out in the wind in the yard and wanted to tease her by suggesting she take a hot bath to warm herself up. Little did he know that her little mind was full of such elaborate schemes.
His gaze fell on her: the loose-fitting pajamas were a women's style he had specially chosen, and the light pink fabric made her skin appear even whiter.
The front of her dress was slightly open at her chest, revealing a small patch of fair skin, faintly visible.
She stood barefoot on the floor, her toes pink and tender, curled up like plump pearls.
Her wet eyes would steal glances at him every now and then, but as soon as they met his gaze, she would quickly lower her head as if startled, her ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.
She looked like a strawberry coated in icing, sweet and soft, which made him feel a surge of heat in his heart, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
But he suppressed that strange emotion, reached out his hand, waved it slightly, and tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible.
"It's too early. Let's do that kind of thing after we're married."
Tu Shan Ya Ya's face turned even redder, like a ripe peach, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
But she still mustered her courage, slightly raised her head, her eyelashes trembling gently, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.
"Then...when will you marry me?"
Looking at her shy yet earnest expression, Mu Qinghan's heart softened. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingertips tracing the soft strands of her hair.
"Hmm? You're in such a hurry to have a baby?"
"No!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya immediately retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness, her cheeks puffed out, "I just... I just want to marry you as soon as possible..."
Mu Qinghan chuckled, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
He leaned down, close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her reddened earlobe, his voice clear and solemn.
"I will definitely marry you within three years."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."
Tu Shan Ya Ya nodded vigorously, her eyes curving into crescents, brimming with joy, as if she had incorporated all the starlight from the night sky.
She turned around and walked lightly towards the bath. The warm steam on her face kept her cheeks flushed with a beautiful blush.
But after taking only two steps, she suddenly remembered something, stopped, and looked back.
Mu Qinghan remained standing there, his gaze fixed on her back, a hint of tenderness still lingering in his eyes.
She looked into his eyes, her lips curving slightly upward, revealing a pair of shallow dimples, and a mischievous smile hidden in her eyes.
Then, she raised her hand, her fingertips gently hooking the collar of her pajamas, her movements slow and deliberate, and slowly unbuttoned the blouse for him.
The first one, the second one...
The light pink fabric slid slowly down her shoulder, revealing a small portion of her round and fair skin, which shimmered with a delicate glow under the moisture.
Mu Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted, completely unexpected that this little girl would dare to be so bold.
The heat that had just been suppressed surged back up instantly, her cheeks flushed red, and even her ears felt burning hot.
He turned around abruptly, not daring to look anymore. His breathing became rapid, and he almost fled in panic, hurriedly leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
With a soft "bang," the door shut out the view between the inside and outside.
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked at the tightly closed wooden door and couldn't help but chuckle. Her laughter was so sweet it was almost cloying, and the cunning in her eyes became even more obvious.
She reached up to touch her pajamas, her fingertips tracing the buttons she had just unbuttoned, a smile playing on her lips as she murmured softly.
"coward…"
The warm water in the bath rippled, and the steam enveloped her figure in a hazy mist.
She recalled Mu Qinghan's hasty retreat earlier, and her cheeks flushed even more, but she couldn't help but smile.
Her clothes slid slowly down her smooth skin and piled up on the low stool by the bathtub, revealing the girl's exquisite curves.
She lightly touched the water's surface with her toes, and a warm sensation spread from her toes, carrying just the right amount of warmth.
She tentatively stepped forward, her fair calves dipping into the water first, creating ripples, before gradually entering the bath until the warm water reached her waist and abdomen, enveloping most of her body in soft warmth.
As her fingertips traced the surface of the water, creating ripples, Tu Shan Ya Ya couldn't help but smile, the image of Mu Qing Han blushing and turning to run away flashing through her mind.
Her ear tips were as red as ripe cherries, and even her back view showed a hint of panic, a far cry from her usual calm and composed demeanor.
She gently swung her legs, splashing water onto her shoulders. The cool water made her smile even sweeter.
"Mu Bingkuai is so cute when she's shy."
She reached out and picked up a folded towel from the edge of the pool; the cotton fabric was soft and gentle on her skin.
Holding a corner of the towel between her fingertips, she gently wiped the water droplets from her shoulder.
Water dripped from her hair, splashing onto the surface with a soft "ding-dong" sound, mingling with the "splashing" sound of the water flowing in the bathtub.
In a good mood, she couldn't help but hum a little tune.
It's a nursery rhyme from Tushan, with a light and melodious tune, carrying a touch of the wild spirit of the mountains.
The singing, mixed with the moisture, drifted gently, landing on the tiles, and then being enveloped by the warm air.
She hummed as she turned her body, letting the warm water wash over every inch of her skin. The joy in her heart, too, felt like it was being soaked in warm water, spreading softly and gently.
Mu Qinghan walked to the door, shaking his head helplessly as he recalled the scene from earlier.
I'm really regressing as I get older; I was fooled by this little trick.
But... it doesn't matter anymore.
As long as she's happy...
Chapter 113 Keep Your Voice Down
The moonlight outside the window shone on the window frame, seeped into the room and turned into a few strands of silvery white light, falling on Tu Shan Ya Ya's bare shoulders.
She was dressed in a pale white gauze dress, lying on her side on the large bed, her fingertips pinching the corner of the quilt.
The quilt cover is embroidered with twin lotus flowers. It was delivered by Grandma Mu herself that evening. She smiled and said, "I finished embroidering it a long time ago and was waiting to give it to you as a wedding quilt."
Her face was burning hot back then, and now, standing in this room filled with "wedding room" markings, that heat crept up from behind her ears again.
The other side of the bed was empty, and the neatly laid-out brocade still retained the warm fragrance of sunshine.
Mu Qinghan was just sitting here, flipping through an old book with her fingertips. Her profile was softly illuminated by the candlelight, and even her usually tightly pursed lips were relaxed.
Ya Ya glanced at him several times, feeling flustered and confused.
Even though they weren't officially married yet, Mu's mother insisted that they "live together first to get to know each other better."
She didn't reply verbally, but her feet betrayed her and she followed him into the house.
The sound of water from next door was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, making Ya Ya's heart tremble.
She recalled the way Mu Qinghan looked when he got up to take a shower earlier, clutching only a plain-colored bath towel in his hand, while his pajamas were still draped on the clothes rack by the bed.
So when he came out... wouldn't that mean...?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when Ya Ya's cheeks flushed bright red.
She abruptly pulled the quilt over her face, even her breathing became cautious, but the image of his broad shoulders and narrow waist kept uncontrollably appearing in her mind.
After a while, she quietly lifted the corner of the quilt again and reached out to pick up the little clay figure on the table.
Ya Ya gently tapped the clay figure's forehead with her fingertip and muttered softly.
"So reckless, it's not like you at all."
As they were talking, the sound of water outside suddenly stopped.
Ya Ya's ears perked up instantly, like a frightened little animal, and she even held her breath.
Immediately afterwards, familiar footsteps echoed down the corridor, each step unhurried, yet they seemed to pound on her heartbeat, making it quicken.
She sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes fixed on the door, her fingers crumpling the blanket she was clutching.
Outside the door, Mu Qinghan stood on the veranda, her brows slightly furrowed.
I was in such a hurry when I went into the bathroom that I forgot to bring my pajamas, and now I'm only wearing a bath towel.
Wet hair dripped water down her neck to her chest and abdomen.
He sighed softly, casually brushed a stray hair from his forehead with his fingertips, and then slowly pushed open the door.
The door hinges creaked softly, and candlelight spilled out from the crack, landing precisely on his exposed forearm, where water droplets shimmered in the light.
Ya Ya sat on the edge of the bed, watching the figure gradually become clearer. Suddenly, she forgot what to say and only felt that the air in the room had become warm.
The candlelight flickered gently inside the bronze stand, casting a long, slender shadow of Mu Qinghan.
When he pushed the door open, his hair was still dripping wet, with a few strands of dark hair clinging to his neck. Water droplets slid down his well-defined jawline and disappeared into the hollow of his collarbone.
Ya Ya sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the bed.
In the past, when I saw him wearing white, I only felt that he was slender and upright, with neat shoulder lines but not ostentatious.
But now, with the bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his silhouette, hidden beneath his clothes, was fully revealed.