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Chapter 372 Tenderness

"Is A-Yue going to have a meal, or is she going to wash up?"

Shen Fuhan pressed Wen Jiayue for answers from behind.

Wen Jiayue ignored him and silently walked towards the side hall.

She had never met anyone like this before, who would say such a private thing in public. How disgusting!

Wen Jiayue, with a stern face, ordered the food to be served. Sensing something was wrong with her tone, Shen Fuhan quickly followed her.

He tried to take her hand, but Wen Jiayue shook him off without giving him any face.

Shen Fuhan wasn't annoyed. After she sat down in the side hall, he said, "A-Yue, I know I was wrong."

The maids who were serving the dishes all heard this and looked at the Marquis in surprise.

Isn't the Marquis always aloof and distant? When did he become so subservient in front of the Madam?

Wen Jiayue naturally noticed the maids' gazes and pursed her lips, saying, "Shut up."

Shen Fuhan misinterpreted her meaning: "The maid didn't seem to say anything."

The maids quickly lowered their heads, put down the plates, and hurried out.

"You!" Wen Jiayue glared at him. "Don't try to argue with me here."

"Why is A-Yue so fierce?"

"How dare you turn the tables on me?" Wen Jiayue said seriously. "I'm angry. If you keep making jokes like this, I won't talk to you anymore."

Shen Fuhan quickly explained, "Just now in the side room, no one knew what I was saying, so you can rest assured."

“But I know,” Wen Jiayue said, “that it makes me uncomfortable when you say things like that.”

Shen Fuhan said sincerely, "Okay, I won't mention it in front of others anymore."

Wen Jiayue pressed her advantage: "You're not allowed to tell anyone in private either."

He immediately rejected the idea: "No."

"why not?"

“When emotions run deep, these words are uncontrollable,” Shen Fuhan said softly, “just like your reaction last night, arching your back or…”

Wen Jiayue immediately covered his mouth.

Shen Fuhan grasped her wrist, put her hand down, and said calmly, "There's no one around now, so I can speak."

"Even if there's no one around," Wen Jiayue was about to be driven crazy by him, "You'd better eat your food properly!"

Shen Fuhan didn't force her to accept it anymore. He picked up his teacup and took a small sip. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of pushing her too far, so he simply didn't mention it.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, but the scene of Shen Fuhan deliberately blowing air last night flashed through her mind.

Her face began to burn uncontrollably, and she quickly lowered her head, worried that Shen Fuhan would see it.

Stealing a glance, she saw that he was already focused on his meal, and Wen Jiayue silently picked up her chopsticks.

After dinner, the two returned to their bedroom.

Shen Fuhan closed the door, pinned Wen Jiayue against the wall, and made a move to kiss her.

Wen Jiayue immediately turned her face away, her lips pressed tightly together.

Knowing she would react this way, Shen Fuhan chuckled and deliberately asked, "Is A-Yue looking down on herself?"

"No," Wen Jiayue said, feigning composure, "I just haven't rinsed my mouth yet."

Shen Fuhan then let her go to wash up, to see how she would try to argue later.

After they had both cleaned up, he pinched Wen Jiayue's chin, and as soon as he lowered his head, she turned her face away again.

A smile flickered in his eyes as he asked, puzzled, "Why this time?"

Wen Jiayue stammered, "I...I want to sleep..."

“It’s just a kiss,” Shen Fuhan said, pressing his forehead against hers. “It won’t take much time.”

Wen Jiayue could find no more excuses. She closed her eyes with a death-defying resolve and heard Shen Fuhan's low laughter.

"How can he be so cute?"

Wen Jiayue's face flushed red; she didn't think he was praising her, but rather mocking her.

She simply raised her voice: "Are you going to kiss me or not?"

“Honey,” Shen Fuhan kissed the corner of her lips and said in a hoarse voice, “A-Yue’s taste is sweet.”

Wen Jiayue couldn't quite figure out what he meant by "sweet," and then he stole her breath.

In her dazed state, she heard Shen Fuhan continue, "It's sweeter than any water I've ever drunk."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shen Fuhan smiled but said nothing, slowly laying her down on the bed, gently kissing her as he slowly began to devour her.

Wen Jiayue gazed at the top of the tent with its many sons and grandsons, yet seemed to see nothing at all.

Everything became blurry and distant, and her pupils went out of focus again.

When she woke up, memories of last night flooded her mind, and Wen Jiayue slapped her forehead in annoyance.

How did she fall into Shen Fuhan's trap again?

She vowed not to be deceived by Shen Fuhan again tonight, but unexpectedly, she fell into his tenderness once more.

On the fourth night, Wen Jiayue couldn't take it anymore and kept a close watch on Shen Fuhan, not letting him get close at all.

“If you do that kind of thing again, you shall move to the study to sleep.”

"Didn't A-Yue enjoy it too?" Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why wouldn't you?"

Wen Jiayue immediately denied it: "I didn't."

“Lying,” Shen Fuhan’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Alright, I won’t bother you tonight.”

"Really?"

"real."

Shen Fuhan grabbed her wrist, but Wen Jiayue shook him off as if he were a plague.

He said helplessly, "I just wanted to take your pulse."

For three nights in a row, he was worried that she couldn't handle it and that she might have kidney deficiency.

Wen Jiayue didn't believe him at all and drew a line on the bed to separate Chu and Han.

"Don't cross over, or you'll have to sleep in the study from now on."

Shen Fuhan shook his head and chuckled. To put her mind at ease, he had no choice but to agree.

After she fell asleep, he used the same trick again, holding Wen Jiayue in his arms and falling asleep peacefully.

But what he didn't expect was that Wen Jiayue got up in the middle of the night.

Before Wen Jiayue could even open her eyes, she found herself trapped. Shen Fuhan had one arm around her waist and the other hand slipped under the pillow to hold her shoulder.

She tilted her head back and bit his chin.

The grip on her tightened instantly. Shen Fuhan opened his eyes and met Wen Jiayue's gaze, feeling a little guilty.

"Why are you awake?"

“You’re not keeping your word,” Wen Jiayue snorted. “Go sleep in the study.”

Shen Fuhan estimated the distance and calmly said, "It was clearly you who crossed the line."

"You were the one who carried me here!"

"Where's the evidence?"

"..."

Wen Jiayue stopped talking to him and got up from the bed.

Shen Fuhan lit a lamp and stayed with her.

Wen Jiayue asked awkwardly, "Why are you following me?"

"Accompany you."

"I don't need you to come with me, you should go back..."

Shen Fuhan put his arm around her shoulder without saying a word: "Go quickly. Don't worry, I can't hear you from outside."

Wen Jiayue's face immediately turned red. Shen Fuhan is really sick!

Lying back on the bed, I felt much more awake.

Seeing that Shen Fuhan was not asleep either, Wen Jiayue said, "If we count the days, in five days, Third Sister will be getting married."

"Hmm," Shen Fuhan asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "What are you afraid of?"

"Once my third sister gets married, I will find a way to leave the capital and settle this matter as soon as possible."

Wen Jiayue bit her lip.

She was prepared, so she wasn't afraid, but she was a little nervous.

So she shook her head: "I'm not afraid."

She had already been through it once, and the worst outcome would be repeating the same mistake, but she believed that Shen Fuhan would not let her fall into danger again.

Shen Fuhan suddenly said, "I'm a little scared."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "What are you afraid of? Aren't you ready yet?"