Chapter 339: 0215 Dreams Are Just Like This (Two-in-One)
Yun Qian has always been a clever girl; she is closing her eyes and seriously contemplating something.
Xu Chang’an, however, does not understand why the girl suddenly fell into deep thought, assuming it’s due to discomfort from catching a chill, and his hands move gently.
"Does, does this feel better?" he asked worriedly.
Yun Qian’s expression remained unchanged, leading Xu Chang’an to feel as though another vital spot of his had been seized.
As time slowly passed, his strength gradually eased, and his warm fingertips pressed on the girl’s temples.
Yun Qian quietly enjoyed the comfort of resting on her husband’s lap, the falling strands of hair carrying a fresh and delicate fragrance. She opened her eyes to see Xu Chang’an’s incredibly serious expression.
Gradually, Yun Qian fully relaxed, leaning against his leg, her eyes half-closed comfortably like a cat, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.
Seeing this, Xu Chang’an couldn’t help but lighten his breath substantially.
The girl... really looks so tired.
Time continued to advance slowly like this.
With the appearance of small beads of sweat on Yun Qian’s forehead, Xu Chang’an’s movements grew even gentler. His fingers slightly flickered, letting a pale blue Water Attribute Spiritual Power waft into the room, dispelling any odor while bringing a sense of warmth.
The scenery, resembling a fairyland, enveloped the two on the soft carpet.
How beautiful is the scenery now?
Xu Chang’an’s gaze passes through the window lattice, resting outside the window, seeing the cool night wind ripple the lake’s surface; the Fire Stone’s warm pale yellow lights danced alongside, as a small black boat swayed quietly under the moonlight.
But none of these compared to the scenery before his eyes.
Yun Qian’s sleeping gentle trembling eyelashes are like crescent moons, overshadowing the night sky, firmly occupying his view.
The woman lies on the boy’s lap while the boy gently massages the side of her forehead; no words were spoken, only the increasingly steady breathing of the girl surrounding them, though there is sound, it cannot break this tranquil ambiance.
The girl is truly beautiful.
Xu Chang’an feels that no praise could adequately describe her.
He loves small animals, and Yun Qian, when asleep, was incredibly like a cat.
As for why it’s a cat.
The words cold and cute bind together bring to mind such a delicate creature to Xu Chang’an.
Speaking of which, when he practiced carving on the island, he attempted to carve a cat for Yun Qian, but unfortunately, his technique was not good then, the palm-sized wood looked shapeless.
However, Yun Qian still loved it very much.
Xu Chang’an remembers the girl with an indifferent appearance, actually hugging the wood carving to her chest unwilling to let go; it is a scene he would likely never forget in his lifetime.
Clearly, it wasn’t anything valuable, yet she liked it so much.
From this point, Yun Qian is also quite like a cat.
After all, cats also love worthless old cardboard boxes as if they were treasures.
Mm, this established impression has become hard to erase.
He wonders if he likes cats because they remind him of Yun Qian, or if he likes Yun Qian and thus has an affection for Li Hua...
This is truly a very simple question; the answer requires no thought.
The beautiful ambiance continued for nearly two hours until Yun Qian’s breathing gradually steadies, and Xu Chang’an finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Asleep... asleep."
In this regard, Xu Chang’an was not surprised at all, because the earlier environment made him feel at ease, let alone Miss Yun.
Xu Chang’an cautiously supported Yun Qian’s snow-white neck, attempting to withdraw from beneath her without disturbing her, then lifted her to place her on the bed.
After adjusting her sleepwear, covering her with a quilt, and turning off the lamp, he lay beside her.
The hour was late.
He, too, should sleep, as tomorrow there are many things to do, just that... Xu Chang’an kept his eyes open, staying conscious and clear.
Oh.
He doesn’t need rest, he can completely use Meditation to replace sleeping.
But...
Forget it.
Miss Yun is right by his side.
Xu Chang’an gazed at the ceiling in the dim environment, thinking about all the occurred events, thinking about Yun Qian’s earnest efforts for him.
Surrounding him was the scent of soapbark, no need to heighten his concentration to feel Miss Yun’s body warmth, as well as her regularly thumping, steady, and reassuring heartbeat.
"..." Xu Chang’an slowly sat up, gazing at the sleeping woman beside him in the moonlight.
"Miss, good night." Xu Chang’an lowered his voice.
"..."
To his surprise, Yun Qian’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes slowly opened, meeting his gentle, quiet gaze.
Xu Chang’an hesitated, then helplessly said: "Did I wake you?"
"No." Yun Qian’s lips naturally curled, quietly meeting his gaze; she lightly grabbed Xu Chang’an’s hand from under the quilt, placing it on her abdomen, feeling the reassuring warmth, and turned slightly to press down her hair, speaking lazily: "What... what did you say just now."
"Good night." Xu Chang’an replied.
"Mm." Yun Qian silently laughed, then yawned, leaned against his shoulder, softly saying: "Good night."
The night is cold, but it isn’t cold at all with such a warm person beside you.
Yun Qian suddenly opened her eyes, listening to Xu Chang’an’s heartbeat, always feeling something was missing.
She moved slightly, embraced Xu Chang’an’s arm, and with the comforting feeling, closed her eyes.
The atmosphere was right, warmth was moving, under the girl’s all-encompassing embrace; Xu Chang’an, who was already a bit exhausted, soon felt a thick drowsiness, his eyelids growing heavy, his consciousness beginning to blur.