Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 278: Chapter 278 I Just Like That You Can’t Make Clothes and Aren’t Confined to the Boudoir

He quickly withdrew his extended finger and stepped back under the eaves, trying to calm his mind.

In the past, their relationship had gone unspoken, and he had thought that Qi Yue treated him as a brother, so he always maintained the proprieties between men and women.

But now…

Zhao Xiyan thought of Qi Yue’s shy, smiling face and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.

Now that the two of them were mutually in love, he found it a bit hard to control himself.

More importantly, he didn’t want to control himself anymore.

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After all, he was a normal man in his twenties.

In Capital City, men of his age, which one of them hadn’t married and fathered children, or at the very least, had a whole bunch of concubines and maids?

As for him, he had been alone, cool and unattached for so many years, wasn’t he just waiting for Qi Yue?

Thinking of this, he felt that it would be best to get married right away.

At this moment, he definitely agreed with his mother Shen Yu’s words: Qi Yue was an exceptional woman, if you liked her, you had to hold on tight, otherwise, she might slip away at any time.

However, the conditions weren’t right at the moment, and marriage was out of the question, but trying out some level of intimacy should be okay, right?!

Qi Yue’s delicate lips, how much he longed for them!

Lost in these wild thoughts, he just felt a burning heat all over his body, his heart fluttering restlessly as if it was tied to a string.

“Yueyue ah…”

He had barely whispered her name when he heard the door behind him “swoosh” open, and Qi Yue peeked out, leaning on the door, with a giggling smile.

“Did you just call me?”

Zhao Xiyan was taken aback for a moment, quickly rearranging his clothes in front of him to cover up certain indecent parts.

“Mm-hmm, Yueyue, have you woken up? I’m waiting for you so we can eat together.”

Qi Yue, too, was thinking about how to cover up the fact that she did not leave her room, and upon hearing Zhao Xiyan say this, she immediately nodded her head.@@novelbin@@

“Alright, I’ll freshen up and come right away.”

With that, she pulled her head back in and “clicked” the door shut.

Actually, had she not said that, it would have been better. Her words immediately rekindled that astonishing moment deeply etched in Zhao Xiyan’s heart.

He gave a bitter smile and hastened to calm his mood.

Who knew that with a “rustle,” the already closed door opened again, and Qi Yue’s little head peeked out.

“Zhao Xiyan, are you alright, you seem a bit hot? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

This was truly bringing up the very thing he hoped to avoid. Zhao Xiyan was already nearly burning with eagerness.

“I’m not feeling unwell, it’s just that I’m wearing too much… In that case, I’ll go and change my clothes, and I’ll see you at the entrance in a bit!”

Without further ado, he strode away.

If he didn’t leave now, Qi Yue with her clever wits would soon discern his thoughts.

It was odd for him, usually so composed, yet now unable to contain himself just from hearing her agree to start anew.

Watching Zhao Xiyan hurry away, Qi Yue was a bit puzzled.

“How odd!”

She muttered to herself, then closed the door and took the rare opportunity to dress up and make herself pretty.

If they were going to be in love, naturally, she wanted to look beautiful!

But she already had the best foundation and was naturally beautiful, so she didn’t see much need for makeup.

In the end, she just applied a thin layer of powder and a little lip color, and that was it.

Arriving at the entrance of Furong Courtyard, Zhao Xiyan was already there waiting.

He had changed into a robe of pale moon-white, with a white sash embroidered with gold at his waist, making him appear as a bright and gentle moon hanging in the sky.

Qi Yue suddenly thought how the women here all knew how to sew and embroider clothes, just like Shen Yu, that noble lady, who would make several garments for Zhao Yongzhe each year.

As for herself, she couldn’t do any such thing.

Thinking of that woman named Ruyan who was so attentive in making soup, she must be good at making clothes too. This made Qi Yue’s heart feel a bit uncomfortable.

Men, after all, are mostly led by their desires, fickle and easily captivated by a woman’s silent tenderness.

A meal, a piece of intimate clothing; as long as it is made by a woman’s hands, ordinary men generally become moved.

Even if Zhao Xiyan was more composed than most men, in the end, he couldn’t escape the common tropes of men.

After all, they fall in love with every woman they see.

Those with power and influence desire all kinds of women, whether plump or slim, docile or wild, all must be possessed.

Thinking of this, Qi Yue’s eager heart gradually cooled.

—Perhaps she was asking for too much after all?

“Yueyue, what’s wrong?” Zhao Xiyan had been walking beside Qi Yue and, seeing her expression suddenly turn cold, he quickly asked.

“I’m fine,” Qi Yue shook her head.

She wanted a lifetime with only one partner, but it couldn’t be something she had to beg for.

She didn’t want to coerce Zhao Xiyan with commands or any other calculated words—forcing him to be with her, devoted solely to her.

She didn’t want to say it.

If Zhao Xiyan truly had the intention of being devoted to her, surely he wouldn’t let her suffer.

If in the end he couldn’t do it, what use would it be to make him promise now? It would only add to the ridicule.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiyan suddenly stopped and even took hold of her hand.

“Yueyue, if there’s something on your mind, tell me. Didn’t we agree to start afresh? I don’t want to lose you again.”

Qi Yue’s heart stirred. She wanted to ask him what exactly was going on with that lady named Ruyan, but when the words reached her lips, they changed.

“I just remembered that my mother and sisters all know how to make clothes. If we get married in the future, I wouldn’t know how to make clothes for you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiyan’s tense expression instantly relaxed.

He reached out and tousled Qi Yue’s hair above her head, almost messing up her hairstyle.

“You, you scared me to death. Is this little matter really worth your worry?”

After a laugh, he added, “I like that you don’t know how to sew clothes, that you aren’t confined to the boudoir, and that you’ll be with me every day.”

Between tousling her hair and those sweet words, Qi Yue’s heart had long since melted uncontrollably.

Her delicate face resembled white jade, now tinged with a blush.

“Then I understand. Worst comes to worst, I’ll buy clothes for you to wear. I have silver,” she said.

Zhao Xiyan chuckled softly, “Alright, Yueyue can buy them for me to wear.”

While speaking, his hand no longer let go of hers but held it tightly.

Qi Yue felt sweet inside and naturally didn’t try to pull her hand away but let Zhao Xiyan hold it.

Side by side, they walked leisurely, exchanging glances from time to time.

It was a tenderness that could hardly be put into words, envied by all who saw.

Truth be told, Qi Yue’s personality was actually quite assertive, but the strange thing was, when faced with Zhao Xiyan, she willingly followed his lead.

She truly possessed traits of someone infatuated with love.

Just like now, Qi Yue was completely immersed in the joy of being with him, forgetting everything else but Zhao Xiyan at her side.

She had forgotten any important matter that needed discussion.

After dinner, when Zhao Xiyan escorted her to the entrance of the Furong Courtyard and told her to rest early, she finally remembered the issue she wanted to discuss and hurriedly asked him not to leave.

“What’s the matter?”

Zhao Xiyan, noticing Qi Yue wanted him to stay, was somewhat pleased; he had actually wanted to sit with her a little longer.

“I forgot something. Since it’s still early, I need to discuss it with you,” Qi Yue said, intent on being a Military Supply Officer and seeking welfare for the soldiers. She tugged at Zhao Xiyan’s sleeve and led him into the courtyard.

Several maids and servants smiled secretly, tittering and moving away when they saw the two of them tugging at each other.

Once they reached the pavilion in the courtyard, maids had already served tea and then withdrawn.

Night gradually descended; the pavilion was surrounded by lanterns, stars faintly twinkling in the sky, and the insects of autumn were singing their last songs…

—It was a night well-suited for conversation.