[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 24

Chapter 24: Yuan’an Views the “Paintings”

Xue Mu rode her horse back to the Dugu Manor. Returning to the bridal chamber she shared with Dugu Yuan’an, she looked at the red lanterns still hanging outside the door and the “Double Happiness” character pasted on the door, finally in the mood to appreciate them slowly.

Zi’ang was not outside the door at this moment. The room was brightly lit with candles. Xue Mu gently pushed the door open. Some steaming hot food was placed on the table. Dugu Yuan’an sat quietly at the table, holding a collection of medical texts in her hands, reading with rapt attention.

Xue Mu called, “Yuan’er.”

Dugu Yuan’an slowly closed the medical texts. Under the candlelight, her cheeks were rosy. Xue Mu walked over and scrutinized her face, wondering, “Your complexion is much better!”

Dugu Yuan’an put the medical texts on the cabinet by the wall and took her hand. “Madam came back so late.”

“I talked with A-Ruo for a while in the afternoon, slept a bit, then went to find Master to practice kung fu, and rushed back as soon as I finished!” Xue Mu said, scanning the food on the table.

“Zi’ang brought it up and insisted I eat first, not letting me wait for you,” Dugu Yuan’an smiled. “This girl always worries I won’t eat, but actually, when have I missed a meal?”

“Didn’t you eat very late that day at the cold pool?” Xue Mu sat down. “Eat quickly, don’t wait for me. Although that fierce girl Zi’ang has a bad temper, that’s only towards me. She is very gentle towards you.”

Dugu Yuan’an picked up her chopsticks and said, “Madam, don’t sleep outside the quilt tonight.”

Without thinking, Xue Mu refused directly, “No way, I’m afraid of heat.”

“But my body is always cold.” Dugu Yuan’an was somewhat disappointed, whispering about her own discomfort. “Even with the quilt, that little bit of heat is useless, and I don’t sleep peacefully.”

Xue Mu thought about it and said, “Then my body is hot, holding me can warm you up. Your body is cold, holding you can cool me down!”

Dugu Yuan’an was satisfied and picked up food to eat. Xue Mu drank the soup in big gulps and ate a plate of white cut chicken. The dipping sauce was fragrant and fresh, salty and sweet.

She licked the sauce on her lips. Dugu Yuan’an, who had been lowering her eyes to eat vegetables, raised her eyes at this moment to gaze quietly at Xue Mu’s lips, her expression becoming deeper.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zi’ang finally returned. Seeing Xue Mu was also there, she said, “Young Madam is finally back. Our Master has been waiting for you for a long time.”

Xue Mu smiled. “Thank you for clearing the table. I’m going to accompany your master to bathe and rest now.”

Hearing this, Zi’ang thought Xue Mu wanted to take advantage, forgetting that Xue Mu was Dugu Yuan’an’s wife. She said angrily, “Master already bathed in the afternoon. Master never bathes at night because the cold air is heavy at night, and the bathwater cools down too easily. Her knees will hurt again if they sense the cold air.”

Xue Mu’s smile disappeared. She looked at Dugu Yuan’an and whispered, “Then you go back to lie under the covers first. I’ll come back after I finish bathing.”

Dugu Yuan’an nodded. Xue Mu stood up. “Then I’ll go bathe. I like bathing at night the most.”

Under Dugu Yuan’an’s gaze, Zi’ang took Xue Mu to the room dedicated for bathing and thoughtfully closed the door.

Dugu Yuan’an rested her chin on her hand, staring into the void and pondering for a good while. Then she took the medical texts from the cabinet and shook out a few folded flat paintings from inside, which depicted the bedchamber pleasures between women.

It was precisely because she was looking at these that Dugu Yuan’an’s cheeks couldn’t help but become rosy.

When Xue Mu came back, the black shadow appearing outside the door really shocked her. Then she calmed down, pretending nothing had happened, and waited for Xue Mu to come in before closing the medical texts, so as not to arouse any suspicion.

In the paintings, the women were naked, hugging each other, their legs intertwined. Dugu Yuan’an looked closely, her attention lingering on one woman’s hand, which was either placed on the other woman’s front or below her body…

Dugu Yuan’an frowned as she flipped through them. A blush appeared on her face, but her gaze remained calm, memorizing the postures in these paintings in her mind.

Just imagining Xue Mu lying on the bed aroused, she couldn’t help taking a deep breath. She quickly refolded the paintings and put them away, mobilizing the Soul Cold internal energy to travel through her body, dispersing that charming heat.

When the internal energy traveled to her knees and touched the accumulated cold air, Dugu Yuan’an was forced by the sharp, cold pain to lose all other thoughts, finally settling down to read the medical texts.

An incense stick’s time later, Xue Mu finally returned, steaming all over, grimacing as she complained about Zi’ang: “That girl gave me scalding hot water! She ignored me even when I shouted loudly from the heat!”

Dugu Yuan’an put down the medical texts, looking at her tender appearance with red lips and white teeth, and her heart moved. “Come here.”

Xue Mu walked over. Dugu Yuan’an said, “Go blow in the wind and dry your hair.”

Xue Mu said, “Then why did you ask me to come over… wouldn’t it be better to just say it directly?”

Muttering like this, she fiddled with her hair and ran out again. Dugu Yuan’an leaned on the double crutches to get back to the wheelchair, put the medical texts in the cabinet, pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, took off her outer robe, and lay under the covers.

Xue Mu ran back and forth outside. The night wind wasn’t cool, but it was strong. After a while, her hair was mostly dry, and she returned to the room.

“Yuan’er, are you going to sleep?” She bolted the door, walked to the bedside, and took off her clothes. Dugu Yuan’an had already closed her eyes, but opened them again now. Her watery eyes made Xue Mu feel a bit uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?”

Dugu Yuan’an smiled gently. “Come in quickly.”

Looking at the big red quilt, Xue Mu was still a bit embarrassed. But since Dugu Yuan’an invited her like this, she abandoned her shame and crawled into the quilt with a giggle.

The heat from Yuan’an’s breath warmed the quilt, but the inside was still cold. Xue Mu lay in the cold quilt, and within ten breaths, the quilt began to heat up. Dugu Yuan’an subconsciously approached the heat source, murmuring in a low voice, “Madam…”

Xue Mu smiled. “How is it? Do you feel your body warming up already?”

Dugu Yuan’an gave a soft “Mm,” reached out to embrace Xue Mu’s waist, her fingers hooking the inner garment. Xue Mu’s breathing suddenly hitched. She only felt the faint fragrance on Yuan’an’s body lingering around the tip of her nose, instantly making her mouth dry.

Dugu Yuan’an sighed contentedly. “With Madam here, Yuan’an is so happy.”

Xue Mu turned her face to look into Dugu Yuan’an’s eyes. The distance between the two was too close, so close that their noses were about to touch, and that faint fragrance became even stronger.

Xue Mu couldn’t help gazing obsessively, saying dazedly, “Maiden Yuan’an…”

Dugu Yuan’an increased the strength in her hand, gripping Xue Mu’s waist under the inner garment. Her gaze rested on Xue Mu’s lips, just an inch forward from tasting those pale red lips—

Xue Mu trembled all over, reached out her hand to block between their faces, and shouted, “Maiden Yuan’an!”

The slowly flowing heat in Dugu Yuan’an’s eyes gradually froze. She grabbed Xue Mu’s hand and forcefully pulled it away. Xue Mu only felt that those fingers were strong as iron, unable to struggle free, and was pulled away just like that.

Looking at Dugu Yuan’an’s emotionless eyes, she advised in a small voice, “Yuan’er, we can’t hug each other.”

Having seen those paintings, Dugu Yuan’an naturally knew that simply hugging didn’t count as consummating, so she said, “Both of us are wearing inner garments. Why can’t we hug?”

Xue Mu covered half of her face with her hand, her voice becoming much softer. If Dugu Yuan’an didn’t have profound internal energy, she probably wouldn’t have heard clearly what she said: “Yuan’er, consummating is very scary, it’s torture…”