The Young Bridegroom Who Needed a Wedding to Bring Him Luck (10)

Xue Ci wished she could bury her head under the covers.

Why, why is it Qin Wuzhen...?

How is this any different from the awkward situation of getting drunk on your wedding day and mistakenly sleeping with your husband?

Thinking about it carefully, such a scene does seem to exist, but Xue Ci has always lived a relatively peaceful life in this small world, without being too dramatic, and her skin has become thinner as a result.

"..."

Xue Ci felt incredibly unlucky, perhaps she had a grudge against the AI system.

He suppressed his shame, quickly pulled his foot back, and pretended to have just woken up and knew nothing. "Brother, I was asleep. Thank you for wiping my feet."

Qin Wuzhen didn't know what kind of ointment he had applied, but the soles of his feet felt sticky and numb.

The more I apply it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

Xue Ci tensed up, seemingly forgetting that she felt hot as she took off her pants.

He bent his knees, and the thin blanket that had been covering his thighs and stomach fell off as he moved, leaving his long robe partially covering him.

The important parts are completely uncovered.

Her reddened toes rested on the edge of the bed, directly facing Qin Wuzhen, emanating a soft, moist fragrance.

It seems that at this moment, water would seep out if you just pressed it with your finger.

... Fragrance. Qin Wuzhen held his breath. "It's nothing."

His voice was cold and hard, and Xue Ci could clearly hear that he was angry.

The young man, at a loss, propped himself up on the bed with his hands, his eyes still wet from just waking up, not knowing what to do.

Her real husband seems to be the one who has been overlooked.

Qin Zhuo wasn't so foolish as to not react when other men saw his wife's body. When he saw Xue Ci's two slender legs exposed, he immediately strode over and wrapped Xue Ci tightly with a thin blanket, even covering her toes.

"Wife, why did you take your pants off? It's so cold."

Xueci, covered in a light sweat from the charcoal fire, asked, "?"

After Qin Zhuo finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Wuzhen.

Fortunately, the older brother kept his head down the whole time.

I probably didn't see the wife's side.

Xue Ci, feeling stuffy and hot from being wrapped up, finally woke up.

Then I remembered that Qin Zhuo had gone to steal the calligraphy brush.

Looking at the task progress bar, it had already been completed while he was asleep.

Qin Wuzhen was still inside. Afraid that Qin Zhuo, that idiot, would say something inappropriate, Xue Ci became anxious. "Big brother, it's too late, shouldn't we go back and rest?"

He grabbed Qin Zhuo's sleeve, pretended to yawn, his curled eyelashes were wet with tears, and his cheeks were rosy, making him look easy to bully.

Even there it was hot and pink.

Who could resist bullying them?

Even if they don't actually do anything, they'll put their tongue in to see how much water they can taste.

Qin Wuzhen's breath was hot, but his face grew increasingly cold and hard, exuding an aloof and unapproachable aura.

He stood up and slowly closed the ointment box with his hands, which still had traces of ointment on them.

"It's getting late, get some rest early tonight," he instructed, glancing lightly at Xue Ci's face.

"I'll get some rest early..."

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him about to leave, her tone obedient. However, before she could finish speaking, Qin Zhuo, that fool, suddenly spoke up, "Wife, are you going to sleep right now? I just—"

Xue Ci's pupils contracted in fright. Seeing that this idiot was about to confess to stealing the calligraphy brush, her mind went completely blank.

With his hands and feet bound in a thin blanket, he pressed his mouth directly against it.

Qin Zhuo was also surprised that Xue Ci would suddenly approach him.

A beautiful, fragrant face loomed large in front of him, its mouth hurtling straight toward him.

My lips and teeth were throbbing with pain from being hit.

But... it's so soft.

My wife kissed me first.

Qin Zhuo blankly at Xue Ci with a dog-like expression.

Xue Ci tried to smooth things over, her tone fierce. "I gave you a kiss, now you'll sleep with me, right?"

After saying that, he nervously glanced towards the door.

Seeing that Qin Wuzhen was no longer in sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his whole body go limp from the tension.

Little did they know how gloomy and somber the man's face was outside.

Seeing Qin Zhuo still staring blankly at her, Xue Ci stretched out her hand, her snow-white palm flat in front of him. "Did you bring the calligraphy brush?"

Qin Zhuo finally realized what was happening, said "Oh," and handed the brush over from his pocket.

He licked his lips, clearly still wanting more, and nuzzled against me like a dog. "Wife, why did you suddenly kiss me just now?"

Xue Ci's lips went numb from the impact, and she said irritably, "If I hadn't shut you up just now, would you have told Big Brother about the calligraphy brush?"

Qin Zhuo: "No."

Xue Ci: "?"

Qin Zhuo, feeling wronged, "Wife, I'm not that stupid. You said not to let my brother know, and I definitely won't let him know."

Xue Ci embarrassed, her ears burning. "So... what were you planning to say just now?"

Qin Zhuo: "I was thinking of boiling too much water earlier. You must feel sticky from sweating. Do you want to take a shower before you go to sleep?"

Taking a bath before bed was Xue Ci's habit; even though conditions in ancient times were not as convenient as they are now, he still took a bath.

After spending some time together, Qin Zhuo had already memorized Xue Ci's habits.

"Wife, don't worry about the trouble, I'll bring the bucket in for you."

Qin Zhuo was of good character and willing to spoil him, so Xue Ci felt quite embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier."

He touched Qin Zhuo's head; the black hair felt a little prickly.

Qin Zhuo felt a tingling sensation down his spine from being touched so much. He leaned closer and chuckled foolishly, then gently kissed Xue Ci's fingers, saying, "My wife, you're so good to me."

Xue Ci surprised. "I misunderstood you, yet I'm still nice to you?"

"You not only kissed me, but you were also willing to apologize to me." Qin Zhuo's eyes shone brightly. "Very few people apologize to me."

Xue Ci softened at his words and patted his head sympathetically twice.

Qin Zhuo stood up without hesitation.

He gets like this just from hearing Xue Ci breathe, let alone being touched or treated with genuine affection.

The large dog, full of energy, carried the prepared new bucket inside, placed the clean clothes it had brought on a chair nearby, and added charcoal to the fire.

He does these things every day; they're so easy for him that they've become a habit.

After taking a shower, Xue Ci lay comfortably on the bed.

The charcoal fire went out.

He was held in Qin Zhuo's arms, and he couldn't quite hear what the man was saying in his ear, so he mumbled a reply.

*

Xue Ci slept soundly and woke up at noon the next day.

The Qin Family had already prepared lunch.

After quickly washing up, Xue Ci ran to the hall and greeted her second aunt with a slightly embarrassed expression.

He thought he was going to get a scolding from his stepmother, but she didn't reprimand him at all. Instead, she told him to slow down, as he wasn't feeling well to begin with, and the food that had already been prepared was being kept warm in a pot over water.

They didn't speak while eating or sleeping. Xue Ci ate little, and Qin Zhuo poured the rest into her bowl.

While the others hadn't finished eating, he sat quietly in his chair to observe Qin Wuzhen's reaction.

She seemed to be doing the same as usual, probably unaware that she had lost a calligraphy brush, and not dwelling on the fact that he had stepped on her face last night.

Take a short nap after dinner.

Second Aunt gave Xue Ci a piece of osmanthus cake. "Have the two brothers take you around the house. There's a garden there too. Zimu said you like planting flowers."

Xue Ci, unaware of "why Qin Wuzhen knew so much," nodded. "I'll pick the prettiest ones for you next time I come over."

The second aunt liked pretty children.

Xue Ci soothed her eyes and made them relax.

So Xue Ci had a few more taels of silver in her hand.

He was flanked by two members of the Qin Family, one on each side, as he strolled freely around the mansion. His black hair fluttered in the breeze, and his vitality almost overflowed.

Unfortunately, he was willing but unable to do so. He hadn't even finished half of the walk when he became exhausted and was pressing his chest, panting slightly.

"Go inside and rest."

Just as Qin Wuzhen was about to reach out to help, Qin Zhuo quickly carried Xue Ci on his back.

The man stiffly withdrew his hand, his fingers curling slightly.

Qin Zhuo didn't see Qin Wuzhen's actions. Hearing Xue Ci say on his back that she wanted to go to Qin Wuzhen's study, he mentioned it to his brother.

It's alright.

Qin Wuzhen walked ahead alone, his back view conveying a sense of coldness and loneliness.

Xue Ci was worried that the system might refresh with new tasks in the future, so she went to the study in advance to find out what was going on.

After carrying the person to the study, Qin Zhuo went to the backyard to prepare medicine. "Brother, you have many medical books here; you can take your time reading them."

Xue Ci nodded, looked up at Qin Wuzhen, and asked, "May I browse through them?"

Just as Qin Wuzhen was about to say something, he was summoned by a maid.

"You can browse the bookshelves freely."

He left after saying that.

Xue Ci was the only one left in the study.

Qin Wuzhen's study was actually easy to remember; it was clear at a glance. Besides writing brushes and ink, it contained ancient books.

Xue Ci walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and found a stack of unbound books without even covers inside.

Is it some kind of herbal medicine atlas?

Xue Ci was still interested in herbs. He carefully took out the book, but was completely stunned when he opened it—

It looks like I've seen something incredible...

11: [So many positions!]

Xue Ci: "..."

His heart was pounding, and he dared not look at the ancient novel again. Just as he was about to close it, he heard 11 shout: [Wait, host! Turn the page again, please!]

Xue Ci's ears were burning: [You...]

11: [I swear I didn't want to watch!]

Although it sounds unconvincing, it's true; it seems to have found a clue—one of the two faces looks remarkably like the host.

Full of suspicion, it looked at the other face and saw a pair of well-defined hands pressing on the host's wrists.

It was firmly secured.

A heat suddenly touched her wrist, and soon a heat source was pressed against her back. Xue Ci was so startled that her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Xue Ci."

Qin Wuzhen's voice seemed to explode in his ears.

What are you doing?

Xue Ci instinctively tried to pull his hand back. He didn't know Qin Wuzhen was so strong, his wrist was being gripped so tightly.

Her voice trembled, her breathing was rapid, and her eyelashes quivered violently.

The young man's cheeks were flushed as he stared down at his toes.

"I just opened it, and I haven't seen anything yet..."

His guilty voice was something even he himself wouldn't believe.

However, Qin Wuzhen seemed to believe him, and finally let go of him, closing the book with her other hand.

"Qin Zhuo doesn't know how men make love, and I don't have a sweetheart yet, nor do I know these things, so I'll learn them myself first, and then teach him."

Qin Wuzhen calmly put the few pages of paper into the drawer.

So that's how it is.

Xue Ci concealed her embarrassment.

He said "Oh," not knowing what to say, and awkwardly closed his lips.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

The beautiful woman lowered her eyes, unaware of the audacity in Qin Wuzhen's gaze.

Can you?

Wh-what...

The rounded corners of her eyes gradually widened, and it took Xue Ci a while to react.

The lips that had been in her mouth the whole time were released, soft and rosy.

"I know a little..."

He told his brother the truth.

The next moment, Qin Wuzhen spoke, his tone no different from when he was examining a patient. "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Author's Note:

Big Brother: I'm not pretending anymore, I want to mess around.

Hehe, a little bonus chapter.

The next chapter will probably be quite late, I'm going to sleep now.