If you soak it any longer, your skin will wrinkle.
"Isn't this the last time enough?" Wushuang insisted, looking at the wrinkled skin on her fingertips.
Qiqiao had no choice but to go out and ask someone to bring in hot water.
The steam was thick and made people drowsy.
But the thought of having to consummate her marriage with Chu Yao after her bath made it impossible for Wushuang to relax.
As the water grew colder, she was helplessly helped out of the bath by Qiqiao and Huachao, who flanked her on either side. They dressed her, cut her hair, and finally sent her back to her bedroom.
Chu Yao sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow, his collar slightly open, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it leisurely and contentedly.
Wushuang stumbled past the octagonal table, when suddenly an idea struck her. She muttered to herself, "I've been washing for so long, I'm thirsty." She plopped down on the drum-shaped stool, grabbed the famille rose teapot, poured out a cup of warm tea, and gulped it down.
After a few cups of tea, she patted her stomach and muttered to herself, "Oh dear, drinking tea makes me hungry so easily. Qiqiao, go to the kitchen and get me some food."
Qiqiao and Huachao exchanged a glance, then left the room and refused to come back in.
Chu Yao remained calmly engrossed in his book, not glancing over at all, as if he couldn't hear his little wife deliberately delaying coming to bed.
Wushuang felt somewhat aggrieved.
Her maid actually sold her out...
She was even thinking of finding them good marriage partners.
My stomach rumbled twice.
Wu Shuang stared wide-eyed. She had only been making excuses before, but now she was genuinely hungry.
A carved red and gold box suddenly appeared right under her nose. Wushuang looked up and met Chu Yao's handsome face, which had a half-smile on it: "Aren't you hungry? Eat."
It was a perfectly normal conversation, but for some reason she blushed again, stammered a thank you, and then lowered her head to eat her snack obediently.
After finishing seven or eight pastries, he took the teacup Chu Yao handed him, slowly drank it, and couldn't help but sigh with comfort.
"Are you full? Have you had enough to drink?" Chu Yao asked in her ear.
Wushuang nodded subconsciously. (Read the latest chapters at www.qiushu.cc)
Then he swept her up by the backs of her legs and lifted her up in his arms: "Finally, we can get down to business."
"Oh!?" Wushuang exclaimed, before she could say anything, Chu Yao said, "You're not thinking you need to relieve yourself because you ate too much, are you?"
How could he be so vulgar!
Wu Shuang glared angrily at him, only to meet Chu Yao's mischievous smile.
She was stunned for a moment, and in the short time that it took, Chu Yao had already put her on the bed.
The carved bed is a full ten feet square, not only spacious enough for two people to sleep in, but also enough to make you roll around on it.
Wushuang rolled to the corner of the bed, and Chu Yao, quick as a flash, immediately chased after her.
Wushuang then realized how stupid she had been. There were bed railings behind her and on both sides, and Chu Yao was blocking her way. There was nowhere to escape.
She had no choice but to plead with him, "Can't you wait a little longer?"
Chu Yao, mimicking her old tone, said, "Wait a little longer? Wait until when? We agreed to consummate the marriage when you came of age. Do you intend to go back on your word?"
Wushuang was speechless, choked by the words.
Then Chu Yao said again, "Don't you know that breaking a promise is a waste of time?"
Wushuang was distracted and only heard the word "fat," which made her furious.
"I...where am I fat?" Her figure was so curvaceous that her close girlfriends were incredibly envious.
A quick glance revealed Chu Yao's gaze fixed on her ample bosom, seemingly implying something. Without thinking, she said, "Girls are all like this, it's not fat!"
Chu Yao raised an eyebrow and replied with two meaningful words: "Is that so?"
It's obvious they don't believe a word she says.
"It's true!" Wushuang said in a tone that was unparalleled.
Chu Yao said, "It's alright, no need to hide it. I've already married you, so I won't mind if you get fat. But you'd better wear some loose clothes when you go out, otherwise it would be too impolite for others to see that you're so fat that your clothes are bulging out of your clothes."
Wu Shuang's eyes widened: "What fat! That's not fat! I don't have any fat!"
Meeting Chu Yao's dismissive gaze, she disregarded her shyness and blurted out everything she should and shouldn't have said: "A young lady with such a figure is simply blessed with good looks! Don't be fooled by my ample bosom; my waist is slender, not like what you think!"
As if afraid Chu Yao wouldn't believe her, she took off her inner garment, leaving only her bodice, stood up, puffed out her chest and tucked in her stomach: "If you don't believe me, look."
The red embroidered peony bodice made her skin look even whiter. Chu Yao felt a little thirsty looking at her, but said, "You don't believe me when I say your clothes are too tight. They're all wrapped up on your body, making your fat look like a lump of flesh. You can't tell that you have a waist at all."
What does it mean to be round but not plump?
She's not a watermelon!
Wushuang was so angry she jumped up and down. Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself and reached out to catch the ties of her bodice, shouting, "I'm not fat at all! My waistline is beautiful! Look!"
No sooner had the ties been untied than a large hand reached out and snatched the bodice away, tossing it aside.
Before Wushuang could react, Chu Yao had already pinned her down on the bed.
She was stunned for a full two breaths before realizing she had been tricked. She kicked her little feet and pushed him away angrily, yelling, "You bad boy, you bad boy!"