Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 33

Nineteen blushed slightly: "I've already re-bandaged it."

He chuckled mischievously, his fingertips tracing her fair face. His hands were unexpectedly rough, not at all those of a bookworm; the calluses on his face were somewhat rough, but not unpleasant.

"Nineteen, you're shy."

His usual timid and refined demeanor had suddenly transformed into a different persona. Nineteen strained her eyes to find it, but couldn't discern anything amiss. He would occasionally make harmless jokes, calling her "wife" or "madam" from time to time. Sometimes he would pat her head, ruffle her hair, or pinch her cheek, but none of these gestures were as tender and affectionate as today's, filled with a breathtaking, lingering tenderness that caught her completely off guard and clouded her judgment.

He moved closer, leaning forward slightly, almost pulling her into his arms.

Nineteen slowly closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted.

Shen Yun took a deep breath. He wasn't exactly a saint, yet with such a warm and soft woman in his arms, he felt a surge of hesitation. He gently stroked her brow and eyes, a sudden fear creeping over him—what if Tian Shu hadn't shown mercy…

He wasn't naive enough to believe that Nineteen was strong enough to escape from Tian Shu on her own, especially since she should still be injured at the time! He was increasingly unsure of what the Tian Shu and Tian Xiu brothers were up to. But seeing the long eyelashes of the person in his arms covering her jade-like face, her breath as sweet as orchids, he held her tightly in his arms. A surge of emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart, enveloping his limbs, and he couldn't help but lean down gently and touch her lips.

He dared not kiss her deeply, fearing she would be unwilling, would resist, or would cry.

“Nineteen…” Shen Yun called out softly, with a hint of probing.

No one responded. He froze, terrified that she would suddenly stand up and slap him hard across the face.

"Nineteen," he called her name again.

There has still been no response.

Shen Yun looked down and couldn't help but chuckle. The person in his arms didn't seem to be alive at all. Her eyes were gently closed, her breathing was even and steady; she had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her long, black hair was spread out on the pillow, still damp from when she had just washed up.

"Little girl, little girl." He resumed his usual tone and gently nudged her, but Nineteen was fast asleep and didn't move an inch. Shen Yun sighed, got up, found a dry cloth, and gently lifted her head to wipe her wet hair.

He knew he didn't need to be quiet; once Nineteen was asleep, not even a thunderbolt could wake him. Yet he was still extremely careful, as if afraid of damaging a precious treasure.

Nineteen was sleeping soundly. She turned over, turned to face outward, curled up into a ball, and hugged Shen Yuntan's leg.

He opened his palm, compared it to the sleeping baby's face, and muttered to himself, "His face is so thin it's almost the size of a palm. This won't do. I have to fatten him up a bit in the future."

He nimbly rolled over, trapping Nineteen beneath him, gazing intently at her sleeping face, unable to resist kissing her repeatedly. "I've fattened you up, I'm going to eat you up," he whispered, gently nibbling her delicate earlobe. It was truly an unexpected delight. When Tang Nineteen had abruptly snatched him away from the wedding, she had seen him as a man sent to her by heaven. Little did she know that in their time together, Shen Yuntan had come to see her as a gift from the heavens.

Seeing that she was fast asleep, Shen Yuntan got out of bed, dragged the wooden tub out, and took out bedding from the cupboard to spread on the floor. However, when he looked back at Nineteen, he saw that her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was having another nightmare. This girl was prone to overthinking, and her mind was always filled with all sorts of chaotic stories, so although she slept soundly at night, she always had many dreams.

He raised an eyebrow, answering his own question, "Anyway, I'm not a good person." He took out Tianxiu's enamel cloud-patterned hairpin from his pocket and placed it under his pillow. Now that the remaining poison in Nineteen's body had dissipated, the "Beauty Incense" only had a calming effect, ensuring she slept soundly until dawn. Yun Tan lifted his robe and got into bed, extinguishing the candle with a wave of his hand. He unceremoniously pulled the petite body into his arms, holding her carefully, as if protecting something, not allowing anyone to approach.

Smelling her delicate fragrance, Shen Yuntan's heart gradually calmed down. Holding her like this brought him an extraordinary sense of security, because in his arms, he no longer worried that she would be suddenly kidnapped or that anyone would harm her. Sleepiness washed over him, and Shen Yuntan buried his head in her hair, falling into a deep sleep as well.

Nineteen slept until noon the next day before waking up. He yawned heavily and opened his eyes to find Shen Yuntan sitting by the window reading. It was midday, but the window was covered with a gauze curtain, softening the sunlight considerably. A light layer enveloped Shen Yuntan, making him appear dreamlike. He wore new clothes, the dark blue cotton fabric fitting him perfectly, his thick, dark eyebrows relaxed, engrossed in something with obvious contentment.

He was not wearing white.

But Nineteen was once again certain that Shen Yuntan was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

“Spittoon, you’re really good-looking.” Nineteen’s heart skipped a beat and he blurted out.

Shen Yuntan looked up, as if smiling gently amidst the hazy clouds, instantly feeling as warm as a spring breeze.

"It's good that you're awake. Change your clothes and go downstairs to eat. The innkeeper said that two rooms will be available today, and they should be ready by now."

He tucked the book into his sleeve and stroked her messy hair: "Nineteen, did you sleep well last night?"

Hmm? Did you sleep well? She turned her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Very well!"

It seemed to be the sweetest sleep she had had since leaving Xiaoyao Manor. It was as if she had returned to the cave that day, with a roaring campfire, a handsome man in her arms, and she was completely content.

Holding a handsome man in her arms...

"Handsome men equal..." Shen Yuntan.

Nineteen blushed. Why did she always think of sleeping with him when she slept well? She must be a lecherous lunatic! She shook her head guiltily and looked at the composed Shen Yuntan, relieved that he didn't know she was a lecherous woman.

"nineteen?"

"Um?"

"what's on your mind?"

"Huh?" Tang Shijiu was startled, wondering if he had been discovered. He quickly covered up, "What are you thinking? I wasn't thinking anything."

“Oh, but your blush is suspiciously red,” he pointed out deliberately.

"Suspicious my foot! You're the suspicious one! Your whole family is suspicious!" The phrase "furious and embarrassed" was perfectly embodied at this moment. Nineteen pushed and shoved Shen Yuntan, whose face was innocent and honest, out of the house.

Hmm... she seemed to have lied just now. Nineteen scratched her head in annoyance. So lying was such an easy thing to do; it could just slip out without her noticing.

The brand-new clothes were placed on the table, and Nineteen, who had been absent-minded, suddenly became interested.

This was a bright red outfit, made of the finest silk. Although Nineteen didn't know what kind of silk it was, its exceptionally smooth and soft texture told her it was expensive. The red garment was exquisitely crafted, with cloud patterns delicately embroidered in a second-tone red thread on the cuffs and hem, understated yet elegant. What woman in the world doesn't love fine clothes? Nineteen held it in her hands, feeling it was a bit pricey, but still reluctant to put it down.

Anyway, the silver that Tianxiu gave me...

Since I can't return it after buying it, I'll just find a way to give it back to him later.

Nineteen convinced himself.

As she carefully examined the clothes, a blush crept onto her cheeks. That outfit—it was such a neat and tidy set…

From her undergarment to her silk slippers, everything was complete. The undergarment was also crimson, embroidered with white mandarin ducks, but the craftsmanship and quality far surpassed her previous garment. Nineteen blushed as she changed into her new clothes. The smooth silk against her skin felt somewhat uncomfortable, as she had never worn fine silks before. However, what made her blush even more was how Yun Tan knew her measurements, even the size of her shoes and socks, by touch.

Shen Yun ate his congee with a few delicate side dishes, chatting idly with the innkeeper while glancing around the room out of the corner of his eye. He didn't miss the beautiful sight: a rosy glow emanating from the inner room, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Shen Yun put down his chopsticks. The saying "clothes make the man" is truly accurate.