"Why do I feel like you don't mean what you said?"
Zhao Linchuan was fixing his clothes and glanced sideways at her.
"Are you planning some conspiracy?"
"How can there be..."
Yue Shen turned sideways, with his back to Zhao Linchuan, and a muffled voice came from inside the quilt.
"I sincerely do it for you. For a girl as good as my senior sister, you should take her into your house and let her give you ten or eight children."
"I'll take it as your words for my own good."
Zhao Linchuan put on his robe, stood up, walked to the door, and turned back to look at her.
"I'll come later to bring you food."
"No, I'll get up and practice in seclusion later." Yue Shen's voice continued to come from the quilt, "Just take care of my senior sister."
"That's okay."
Zhao Linchuan opened the door and walked out.
The door closed behind him with a slight "click" sound.
After he left, Yue Shen suddenly turned around, and the expression on his face changed from "aggrieved" to "proud", and then from "proud" to "arrogant".
The corners of her mouth were raised high, her eyes flashed with the light of "revenge is avenged", and she said with a silly smile:
"Hahaha...Yan Fei ah Yan Fei... No matter how powerful you are, you can only drink my foot-washing water~~"
At this moment, there was a burst of intermittent conversation outside the door.
"Yan Fei... Why are you here?"
"Mr. Zhao... you have been in my junior sister's room for so long... shouldn't you..."
Yue Shen listened carefully, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears.
She gripped the quilt hard and huddled in the quilt, trembling with laughter.
"Hahaha, go and drink my foot-washing water..."
A long time.
In the boudoir of Yan Fei.
Zhao Linchuan sat at the table and explained what happened truthfully.
Yan Fei looked dazed upon hearing this, his eyes widened, his lips slightly opened, his whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he stood there motionless.
She frowned, her mind was in chaos, and countless thoughts came to her, making her uneasy.
After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said amusedly:
"My junior sister, does she still have such a side?"
"After all, she is only 28 years old." Zhao Linchuan defended Yue Shen, "It is normal for a girl to have such thoughts."
"I thought she had long since become a murderous demon." Yan Fei shook his head, with a hint of emotion in his tone.
She picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip. The tea was already cold, and the bitter taste spread on her tongue, but she didn't even notice it.
After a long time, Yan Fei said with some self-deprecation:
"I have defeated her all my life... but I lost to her in the most critical place..."
"Not necessarily." Zhao Linchuan said with a hint of inducement in his tone, "As long as you get ahead of her and give birth to a child for me, wouldn't you be able to win her back?"
"Having a baby?"
Yan Fei thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the bamboo shadows outside the window that were rustled by the autumn wind. His eyes were a little distant, as if he was thinking about it.
After thinking about it again and again, Yan Fei nodded silently, and said in a calm and determined voice:
"I'm not young anymore, it's time to consider having children."
She put down the teacup, looked back from the window, and fell on Zhao Linchuan's face. The light in her eyes became hot and direct, and asked:
"The bride price has been paid, when are you going to marry me?"
"I will marry you now." Zhao Linchuan stood up, walked in front of Yan Fei, and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes serious and solemn, as if he was making an eternal vow.
He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly spread, and said in a very serious tone:
"Marry or not?"
"You should at least find someone to write a marriage letter for me, right?"
Yan Fei rolled his eyes at first, then sighed, then shook his head, and then said angrily:
"Oh, forget it, I don't have any relatives in this world anyway."
"The only junior sister stole my home."
As he spoke, Yan Fei raised his right hand, with his palm facing down, his fingers slightly spread, and his voice softened a bit.
"Have you thought about what our child will be called?"
Zhao Linchuan took her hand and helped her up from the chair.
She held his hand with her backhand and squeezed it gently.
Zhao Linchuan held her hand tightly and replied in a gentle tone:
"I haven't thought that far yet. Do you have any good names? Tell me."
The two of them were talking as they walked towards the inner room of Yan Fei's boudoir.
"If it's a girl... let's call her Yue'er."
"If it's a boy... then think again..."
The voice gradually became lower and was swallowed up by the sound of the curtain falling in the inner room.
Three days later.
In the boudoir of Yan Fei.
The peony flowers opened and closed, closed and opened again, and it was hard to get rid of the petals.
Yan Fei was leaning on the bed at the moment, looking at the man who was getting dressed in front of him, and couldn't help but muttered:
"I thought you had no strength left after taking in my junior sister."
"In the end, you, a heartless man, tortured me for three days and three nights."
Zhao Linchuan shook his robe, and the robe unfolded in the air, and then fell steadily on his shoulders.
He tied up his clothes, turned around, glanced at Yan Fei with a wicked smile, and said somewhat proudly:
"If you want, you can come for another seven days and seven nights."
"Don't!" Yan Fei begged for mercy quickly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
She pulled up the quilt and covered herself in it, leaving only her eyes exposed.
"Please spare me."
"Didn't you say you wanted Spirit City back?"
"Go back quickly... I won't keep you here."
"Then I'll come see you later." Zhao Linchuan straightened his collar, walked to the door, and looked back at her, "You and your junior sister get along well, and stop fighting among yourself."
"Don't worry, as long as she doesn't come to trouble me, I won't have any conflicts with her."
"Then I'm leaving. You can have a good rest." Zhao Linchuan opened the door and walked out.
After a while.
outside the house.
The morning light filled the courtyard, and the green bamboos swayed gently in the breeze and rustled.
As soon as Zhao Linchuan opened the door, he saw Yue Shen with a cold face and a frown.
She stood in the corridor outside the door, her beautiful long hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze.
Before he could speak, Yue Shen said coquettishly:
"Why did you give her three days?"
"Does she serve you better than me?"
Zhao Linchuan was a little at a loss when he heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to describe the expression on his face.
He opened his mouth and said somewhat speechlessly, "You want to compete with her in this too?"
"What do you mean, you have to compete with her?" Yue Shen pouted and took a step forward, almost touching Zhao Linchuan's body. "Do you know how important this kind of thing is to a woman?"