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Oh... what the hell, are they all eating shit up there? Or has the Tianli Kingdom run out of talent? It's a miracle that such a shallow person can even be a county magistrate; if this Zhushan County isn't ruined by him, it must be the Buddha's blessing.
Wait, hold on, Xia Muxin finally realized something was off at this moment. She met Shen Muhan's gentle gaze and asked, "Could it be that this change in Yamen was your idea?"
Even modern governments find it difficult to relocate, let alone the Yamen of Zhushan County, which has been established for at least a hundred years. It can't just be changed on a whim.
Shen Muhan, however, smiled without denying it. Then, before Xia Muxin could react, he swept her off her feet and started walking back.
Feng Liulang, along with the Zhao Family and the Ouyang Family, had come together. He should have known from the start that this path was a one-way street. Now Xia Muxin could clearly feel that Shen Muhan had dug a big pit for them to jump into. The only reason someone like Feng Liulang could sit in the position of county magistrate was because the Zhao Family had been supporting him from behind. The Zhao Family would surely assign him different tasks as well. Shen Muhan had cast his net wide; it seemed he was just waiting for them to step down one by one to reel them in.
"Husband, is there anyone who thinks you're just a cunning old fox?"
Having figured all this out, Xia Muxin felt much more at ease and didn't refuse. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head to admire the elegant curve of his jawline, and with a mischievous smile said.
Shen Muhan glanced down at her and even stole a kiss. After pondering for a moment, he confirmed, "Yes!"
Xia Muxin's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent; she had finally found someone who shared her views. However, her heart tightened slightly—someone who could speak about him like that must be important to him. Feeling a bit deflated, she couldn't help but dig deeper: "Who is this remarkable person?"
Heh... Shen Muhan smirked; this girl really had some nerve to consider herself as someone remarkable. So he decided not to keep her guessing and replied directly:
"Who else is there besides you?"
"......"
The return journey was much shorter than the outgoing one, perhaps due to the length of their legs. Once inside, Shen Muhan lit a candle and poured a cup of tea for Xia Muxin, handing it to her. He waited until she accepted it and drank it all before asking,
"Are you tired?"
As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea and began to sip it slowly.
After downing a glass of cool water, Xia Muxin felt much more comfortable. Although they hadn’t stayed long, the weather was too hot. Despite the stars and the refreshing breeze, it couldn’t compare to the city where lanterns lit the path. There were likely many snakes and rats out at night, which was part of why she didn’t linger.
When it came to feeling tired, aside from the fatigue Shen Muhan had given her, she truly felt nothing else. So without thinking, she shook her head.
"Then... shouldn't you repay me?"
Shen Muhan snatched the empty cup from her hand, bracing himself against the sides of the chair and enclosing her in his arms. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke softly.
"......"
Xia Muxin knew that his return meant trouble and that he wouldn’t let her off easily. In fact, she wanted to say that this so-called uncle had astonishing stamina. Compared to someone who could go seven times in one night, he was equally impressive. As his woman, one had to be able to endure and have good flexibility; otherwise, one would surely end up kicking their legs in defeat.
Afterward, they entered the room. Shen Muhan first lit the candle and closed the window, then pulled down the curtains—light pink ones that Xia Muxin had specifically requested; they were her favorite.
Once everything was set up, he opened a deep brown box against the wall beside the bed, instantly illuminating the room as if it were daytime.
Inside the box was not anything else, but a fist-sized Night Pearl, said to dispel dampness and greatly benefit Xia Muxin's health. After moving here, Shen Muhan had installed a tray-like shelf on the wall to place the box containing the Night Pearl.
At that moment, the entire room felt sealed off, perfectly suited for mischief.
While Xia Muxin was still in a daze, Shen Muhan kicked off his shoes and socks, flopped onto the bed, spread his limbs, and playfully said, "Come on!"
Uh...
Xia Muxin's forehead was covered with countless black lines. What did he mean by that? Did he want her to take him right then and there? The thought sent a thrill through her, even igniting an impulsive desire.
Shen Muhan was merely joking to tease the girl. Noticing her silence for a while, he realized she was startled and prepared to sit up. However, before he could do so, a figure lunged at him. It was Xia Muxin, roughly tugging at his clothes while muttering in dissatisfaction.
"Fine, if you want it, I’m not afraid! It's not like I haven't done this before. Just watch how I take you down. Damn it, what kind of clothes are these? They won’t come off..."
Seeing her rough and eager demeanor left Shen Muhan momentarily speechless. Was this really the same shy girl who usually hesitated in such matters?
"You idiot, just untie the belt first."
But Xia Muxin was straddling him at that moment, her hips moving against him. In no time at all, Shen Muhan felt a reaction; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Yet as he watched Xia Muxin slowly tearing at his clothes, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and remind her.
She was sitting right on his belt; if it wasn't undone, even if she spent all night trying to get his clothes off, she wouldn't succeed.
"Pfft... Hahaha... Hahahaha..."
Once Xia Muxin realized how ridiculous her actions were, she burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face. Eventually, she collapsed weakly onto Shen Muhan.
Shen Muhan had always been the one serving her, and this was the first time she was taking off a man's clothes. It was inevitable that she felt clumsy and out of her depth, but the awkwardness made her feel embarrassed, leaving her with nothing to express except laughter.
Shen Muhan had already been sweating profusely. In one swift motion, he flipped over and pinned Xia Muxin beneath him, quickly shedding his own clothes. Xia Muxin's laughter abruptly stopped just as Shen Muhan was eagerly trying to remove her clothing. She protested reluctantly, "Didn’t you say I should repay you? Why are you taking charge again?"
Shen Muhan paused for a moment, grinned, and with a simple acknowledgment, switched their positions. At the same time, Xia Muxin's clothes had mysteriously vanished. As she shyly covered her chest, Shen Muhan lay back with his hand behind his head, seemingly enjoying her embarrassment.
Xia Muxin was infuriated by his expression and immediately began to mimic his earlier actions...
The next day, Xia Muxin did not lie in bed unable to move as usual; instead, she woke up around lunchtime. However, she still dared not move much because Shen Muhan's arm was acting as her pillow. It seemed that since they had shared the bed, he had always done this. At the same time, Xia Muxin wondered why he hadn’t gotten up yet.
"Awake? Are you hungry?"
In fact, Shen Muhan had woken up long ago but stayed still, fearing that if he pulled away his arm, he would wake her. He noticed her eyelashes fluttering earlier and was certain she was awake now; besides, it was already mealtime, and he should get up.
"Husband... good morning!"
Both of them were under the covers without clothes, their skin pressed together. Xia Muxin felt her face flush red as she recalled her wildness from the night before and dared not look at Shen Muhan. After a long moment, she finally opened her eyes and greeted him in a different way.
Shen Muhan glanced at the scratches on his chest, and his smile widened even more as he saw Xia Muxin's face turning crimson.
"Good morning!"
Lunch was still prepared by Shen Muhan. Now their roles had reversed; Xia Muxin became the assistant. According to Shen Muhan’s reasoning, he needed to learn how to cook so that Xia Muxin wouldn’t have to bear all the burden alone. Xia Muxin found joy in this arrangement.
"It shouldn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable like before," he said.
At the dining table, as the two were enjoying their meal, Shen Muhan suddenly blurted out a comment that nearly choked Xia Muxin. She turned pale, and it took her a moment to catch her breath. Shen Muhan felt a wave of guilt wash over him and dared not bring up such topics again.
"Um... I feel... okay."
Seeing his reaction, Xia Muxin felt a twinge of regret. After a pause, she managed to squeeze out a few words. In truth, she wanted to express how much she enjoyed this feeling, and she realized that it was becoming somewhat addictive.
Her body was indeed no longer in discomfort; there was just a slight unease, but it didn’t affect anything significantly.
At that moment, she understood that there was a time for adaptation and a relationship with frequency when it came to such matters. It seemed that being able to endure this with her partner was a great blessing. Would things escalate even further in the future?
Unbeknownst to them, half a month had passed in this manner. The couple lived harmoniously every day, holding hands as they went out and returned home together, cooking meals, doing laundry, and tidying up the house side by side.
They engaged in the activities they loved...
Their life together became the envy of everyone in the village, who looked up to them as an example.
- End of Chapter -
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