Chapter 17: Not Serious.

He Yanci propped his head up with one arm and looked at Wen Ruan sleeping soundly in his arms. As he watched, he wanted to do the two things that he had always wanted to do since he was a child.

He Yanci held his breath, his slender fingers slightly curled, and slowly approached Wen Ruan's eyelashes, which were like two small feather fans. He carefully touched the tips of her eyelashes with his fingertips. They were soft and ticklish. Then he tugged at Wen Ruan's curled and long eyelashes, but not a single one fell off.

A faint smile appeared in He Yanci's deep eyes, filled with a sense of satisfaction. It was as if he had discovered something magical and interesting. He used the pad of his index finger to touch and flick the tips of Wen Ruan's eyelashes several times, never getting tired of it.

After a while, he poked Wen Ruan's fair and tender little face. It was even more tender and soft than he had imagined, and it really had a bouncy feeling.

He couldn't resist and gently pinched it. It was just like a kind of jelly that Wen Ruan had pestered him to buy for her when she was a child.

Wen Ruan was too tired. She just pouted and let out a soft yin，but she wasn't awakened by He Yanci's silly actions and continued to sleep soundly.

He Yanci's tense body relaxed a bit. He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand that had been playing with Wen Ruan's face. He lowered his head and affectionately rubbed his tall nose against Wen Ruan's small cheek. Listening to her shallow breathing, he fell asleep along with her.

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Wen Ruan had a light sleep. Not long after He Yanci left the bedroom, Wen Ruan woke up too.

She propped up her tired and sore body with her slender arm, grabbed the bath towel that He Yanci had wrapped around her when he carried her out of the bathroom in the middle of the night last night, wrapped it around herself, and got out of bed.

After the absurd night, He Yanci had cleaned up all the mess on the floor, leaving behind a floor full of rose petals, which was both romantic and ambiguous.

Wen Ruan entered the dressing room and looked around, but she couldn't find many decent clothes.

She couldn't help but sigh. Her family had really racked their brains to get her and He Yanci together.

Wen Ruan took a tour of He Yanci's large dressing room. His shirts were all in single tones and had a steady and elegant style, without any particularly ostentatious designs.

Wen Ruan accidentally caught a glimpse of the ambiguous marks all over her body in the mirror.

Wen Ruan's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of redness crept up her cheeks. Embarrassed, she silently cursed He Yanci a few times. Damn man, you dog!

Then she pulled a blanket from the laundry basket, threw it at the full-length mirror, and covered it up in a self-deceiving way.

After choosing for a while, Wen Ruan changed into a relatively conservative red nightgown and put on a wide cotton and linen scarf, wrapping up her beautiful figure.

When she came out of the bedroom, she met a maid who was going upstairs to water the flowers. She asked about He Yanci's study, found a book and took it downstairs to read. Just as Wen Ruan reached the door of the study, she heard what seemed to be the sound of a meeting coming from inside.

The corners of Wen Ruan's eyebrows lifted slightly. She had thought that He Yanci had gone to work, but he was still at home.

To avoid disturbing him, Wen Ruan quietly turned back. She wondered how to kill the time.

After thinking for a while, Wen Ruan remembered that she seemed to have brought some books when she moved things here. They were in the room next to the master bedroom. The bay window in that room was very large and she liked it very much. The thick cushion on the bay window was made of pure cotton, which she really liked.

Wen Ruan rummaged through her suitcase and found a book she had brought with her. She sat on the bay window of the next room and started reading.

It was an hour later when He Yanci finished the video conference.

He came out of the study and went to the bedroom to see if Wen Ruan had woken up. He gently turned the doorknob of the bedroom. There was no one on the big bed, and no one in the inner room either.

He stepped out of the master bedroom and was about to ask the maid when he saw that the door of the next room was half-open. He pushed the door open.

There was the delicate and soft figure, half-sitting and half-reclining on the large bay window, holding a book quietly in her hands.

The faint light from outside shone on her face. The fine, soft fuzz on her cheeks was clearly visible through the light. She looked extremely gentle and soft, quiet and lovely.

A few playful strands of hair fell on her face. She casually tucked them behind her ear with her slender hand. The white jade bracelet on her wrist slid along with her graceful movement. Her wrist was so thin and tender, and the white jade bracelet slid a few times as she tucked the stray hairs behind her ear a few times. It seemed that it could even leave a red mark on her wrist.

He Yanci frowned and sighed. She was so delicate.

The young ladies raised in seclusion in ancient paintings were no more than this.

In the past, He Yanci really didn't like this kind of delicate young lady. They were troublesome and hard to please.

But now he thought that his delicate flower at home should be like this, blooming tenderly.

In He Yanci's view, the only flaw of this delicate flower was the part of her calf that was exposed outside. The faintly visible ambiguous red marks and the strong ambiguous atmosphere destroyed the gentle and reserved beauty of a lady from a good family, adding a touch of charm and allure.

That was his masterpiece from last night, and he was the one who had destroyed the beauty.

He Yanci didn't feel ashamed at all. His deep eyes reflected a look of satisfaction. He walked into the room with his hands in his pockets and said gently, raising his lips, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

After He Yanci's words had fallen for a while, Wen Ruan didn't respond. Her fair and delicate hand made the graceful movement of turning the pages of the book, and there was the faint sound of the pages.

He Yanci was curious about what book could make her so focused that she didn't even hear him speaking.

He lightened his steps and came up to Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan was so absorbed in reading that a shadow fell over the pages of her book. When Wen Ruan looked up, she saw He Yanci bending down in front of her with his hands in his pockets, looking at her book seriously.

Wen Ruan immediately closed the book. "When did you come in?" She didn't feel it at all.

He Yanci withdrew his gaze, straightened up, and replied to her, "For a little while. What are you reading that you're so absorbed in? You didn't even hear me talking to you."

Wen Ruan apologized embarrassedly, "Sorry, I'm a bit... What did you say to me when I'm reading?" It was very difficult for her to be disturbed or influenced by the outside world when she was reading.

He Yanci held his chin with one hand and looked at Wen Ruan meaningfully. There was a strong sense of playfulness in his eyes. "Hmm~ I said that the little girl who is light and soft-bodied actually has a pretty good physique. After such a large amount of exercise last night, you can still get up this morning."

"！！！" How could there be someone so thick-skinned? Wen Ruan's small face turned red, and she gritted her teeth. "I couldn't get up, but I couldn't fall asleep either."

Wen Ruan wasn't lying. She basically had never slept in a strange place before. She had always been very picky about where she slept. Even though she was tired and sleepy now, she still didn't feel very sleepy.

"Are you not used to the bed?" He Yanci bent down his tall body, placed his arms on either side of Wen Ruan's body, and enclosed her in his space. He said softly, "You'll get used to it soon."

At that moment, they were very close. He Yanci's three-dimensional facial features were right in front of her eyes, and their breaths could mingle. Wen Ruan didn't even dare to breathe. She slightly turned her head to the side.

How could He Yanci let her have her way? He tilted his head and accurately kissed Wen Ruan's lips. After a gentle touch, he pulled away.

Wen Ruan's eyes were fixed, and her breathing tightened. He Yanci's teasing action reminded her of the time when they took that set of retro wedding photos.

The feeling was very similar to this moment.

"What good things are you thinking about? Your little face is blushing?" He Yanci asked Wen Ruan in a low voice.

Wen Ruan's thoughts were suddenly pulled back. For some inexplicable reason, she felt a little guilty and touched her cheek. It was really a bit hot. Wen Ruan gave a light cough and refused to admit it. "I wasn't thinking about anything. Go away. Don't disturb me while I'm reading."

He Yanci didn't move at all and chuckled softly. At this moment, every trace of amusement in his breath made Wen Ruan feel annoyed on purpose. She was very angry and stared at He Yanci with her puffed-up little face.

Before Wen Ruan could vent her sullenness, He Yanci's thin lips pressed against her soft lips again. This time, his lips didn't leave hers, and he didn't make any deeper movements either. Their lips were close together, and their eyes were just a breath away. He Yanci said in an ambiguous voice, "Trust me, you won't be 不习惯 the bed anymore soon, and you'll even fall in love with that bed."

"......"

She—

Wen Ruan was teased, and her ears turned bright red. Smelling the faint agarwood on him, she gently pressed her soft and weak hands against He Yanci's chest, creating a little distance between them.

They couldn't kiss anymore. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and she couldn't take it.

He Yanci grabbed the little hand that was pressed against his chest and played with it in his own hand. He liked playing with her fingers. They were soft, fun, and beautiful.

During the time she had spent with He Yanci, Wen Ruan found that He Yanci especially liked playing with her fingers. She wasn't used to it. The lines on He Yanci's fingers and palms were very clear, and there were layers of thin calluses on his big palms. He always liked to rub her fingers with his fingertips, which made her feel itchy.

Wen Ruan tried to pull her hand back from He Yanci's grip, but He Yanci had no intention of letting go. He held Wen Ruan's hand in front of his eyes and examined it carefully. "Why are your nails so beautiful?" He remembered that when she was a child, she had a pair of chubby little hands. How had they grown into such slender and white ones now? Her nails were plump, just the right size, and her fingers were pink and tender, as delicate and soft as she was.

Wen Ruan thought that He Yanci was complimenting the nail polish she had done. She usually didn't wear colored nail polish very often. Her mother had said that it was festive to wear red nail polish for the wedding. Since she didn't like bright red, she had chosen a translucent nude pink, and the effect was quite good. "I really like the color of this nail polish."

Wen Ruan had fair skin, plump nails, and they were neither too long nor too short. The stylist had trimmed her nails into an almond shape, and after applying the nail polish, they looked pink, tender, and translucent, making people can't help but want to put them in their mouths.

He Yanci studied Wen Ruan's hand for a while and then asked her, "Did you wear nail polish the day we tried on the diamond rings?"

"I wore transparent nail polish." Wen Ruan didn't understand why He Yanci suddenly started studying her nail polish.

He Yanci was silent for a moment. "That color was nice."

"Don't you like the current color?" She really liked it and was going to try it a few more times. The beige color was also quite nice.

He Yanci carefully looked at Wen Ruan's fingers, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on them. He said sincerely, "It's beautiful. It looks like a peach. I want to take a bite as soon as I see it."

She—was at a loss for words—

Wen Ruan thought of the flirtatious words He Yanci had said last night when they were together, which had shattered her perception of this man.

Wen Ruan had never expected He Yanci to be like that in bed. All that talk about being cold, aloof, and an untouchable flower on a high mountain was all an act.

It could really be said that he was a gentle scoundrel out of bed and unrestrained in bed. In short, he was not a proper person, whether in or out of bed.

Wen Ruan changed the topic. "Aren't you going to work today? Shouldn't you be very busy? How do you still have time to study my nails?"

"We're newlyweds. What's the point of going to work? I've given myself a few days off to stay home and accompany you." He Yanci stopped playing with Wen Ruan's hand and instead fixed his eyes on her.

"......" Wen Ruan didn't think this man was really staying to accompany her. He was insatiable. She avoided He Yanci's strategic gaze and lowered her head to continue reading.

"What kind of book are you reading?" He Yanci squeezed in and sat next to her. He rubbed against Wen Ruan's face, and his deep eyes were fixed on the foreign language book on Wen Ruan's lap. He had read part of it before and knew it was a novel, but he really hadn't paid attention to the content.

"It's a famous foreign novel. It's quite interesting." Wen Ruan replied softly.

"What's it about?" He Yanci glanced at it again. He had never read this kind of book. He moved his head closer to Wen Ruan's neck and pecked at her fair neck as he asked casually.

"It's about the love between a royal and a commoner princess." Wen Ruan's neck felt tingly from He Yanci's rubbing, and she replied awkwardly.

"Oh." He Yanci wasn't interested in this kind of book and responded casually. He took the book from Wen Ruan's hand and threw it on the single sofa beside them.

"......" The hint was very obvious, and Wen Ruan naturally understood it.

"I'm still in pain." Her eyes were filled with charm, and she murmured softly. She took another book and placed it between her and He Yanci.

The affection in He Yanci's eyes that couldn't be dispelled was broken by Wen Ruan's words "still in pain". Most of the affection in his eyes dissipated. He grabbed her soft and weak little hand, placed a kiss on it, and let out a sigh. He couldn't have what he wanted, yet he didn't want to leave. It was really tormenting.

Wen Ruan was determined. She was really still in pain, not being melodramatic.

The two of them were in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

Before long, the phone in He Yanci's pocket rang. He furrowed his brows slightly and had to stand up, creating some distance between him and Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan saw that He Yanci looked a bit headache.

She asked, "Who is it?"

"It's the old master's call." He Yanci looked at her helplessly and turned the phone screen towards her.

It was a video call.