Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Just as Guanlan guessed, the clothes fit Changsun Yan perfectly once he put them on. It was obviously tailor-made for him.

Guanlan fastened the belt for Changsun Yan, stepped back a few steps, held his chin and looked him up and down, then nodded with great satisfaction.

"Let me tell you, apart from you, Lord Lin's house would not have any other men's clothes."

Upon hearing this, Chang Sun Yan's face slightly blushed. She reached out her hand and lovingly stroked the lush orchid leaves embroidered on the lapel of her clothes, and her heart softened.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You should also wash yourself and change your clothes. The sooner you wash them, the sooner they will dry." Although he was happy in his heart, Changsun Yan still changed the subject with a stubborn face.

"Okay, okay, I'll tie your hair for you after I finish washing you." Guanlan had been serving Changsun Yan since he was a child, so he could tell that he was talking nonsense. He suppressed a smile and agreed, then started to wash himself.

By the time the two had finished packing, half an hour had passed. When they opened the door, Guan Lan saw the look of surprise in the eyes of the servants waiting at the door, and he couldn't help but secretly straighten his chest.

My husband's reputation as the best in the capital is not in vain. Although he has just taken a bath, his clothes are plain and he has no makeup on, but as the ancients said in poetry, "Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable" and "The lotus emerges from clear water, naturally without any decoration." A beauty is beautiful no matter what, doesn't it make people stare at her?

Chang Sun Yan didn't know that in just the blink of an eye, his servants had praised him to the heavens in their hearts. He just thanked the servant who brought him the clothes in a gentle voice.

The servant originally thought that her future husband was from the Changsun family and had a noble status, so he would definitely be a bit arrogant. However, she never expected that the man in front of her was not only handsome, but also so gentle. She couldn't help but feel very fond of Changsun Yan.

"This is all my job, please don't be polite, my lord. You have been waiting for a long time, please follow me." The servant said with a smile.

"Thank you." Changsun Yan nodded slightly and signaled the servant to lead the way.

When the group arrived at the flower hall, they saw Lin Xi sitting at the table. The servant still had to pack clothes for Changsun Yan and the other man, so he brought them there and then turned around and left.

Guanlan looked at Lin Xi, who was waving at her husband with a smile on her face, and wanted to step aside tactfully. However, she saw from the corner of her eye that her husband's face was slightly red, but he did not move at all.

He guessed the reason after a brief thought, and couldn't help but purse his lips and smile. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Changsun Yan on the back, and his tone was full of teasing, "My dear, go quickly. Now that you have entered the tiger's den, are you afraid of feeding the tiger with your own body?"

Changsun Yan, who was recalling what had just happened and felt a little embarrassed, was caught off guard by his sudden attack. He stumbled, took a few unsteady steps forward, and pounced forward.

Guanlan didn't expect that her husband would fall forward after just a slight push. She was shocked and reached out to support Changsun Yan.

But in a flash, Lin Xi, who was originally sitting on the wooden cart, stretched out her hand and slapped the table hard, and then her whole body jumped up like an arrow. With a stretch of her long arms, she hugged Changsun Yan, who was leaning forward, into her arms, and then turned around, holding the person and landing steadily on the wooden cart that had just slid forward for a distance.

This set of movements took only a few breaths, as smooth as flowing water, and extremely smooth. Guan Lan was stunned. Even the exclamation that was about to come out was choked in his throat, and he did not utter a sound for a long time.

"Are you not scared?" Lin Xi put the man on her lap, listening to his rapid breathing, and asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing." Chang Sun Yan was obviously shocked by this sudden change. He tried to calm his breathing and then spoke with some stammering.

Lin Xi looked him up and down, and after confirming that he was fine, she smiled and joked, "How come you could fall down while walking? Are you so impatient to throw yourself into someone's arms?"

"Who threw himself into my arms?" Hearing Lin Xi's teasing tone, Chang Sun Yan suddenly felt as if he was burned by sparks. He pushed her angrily and looked towards the door angrily, "It was obviously Guan Lan who pushed..."

He stopped talking halfway. Lin Xi followed his gaze and looked at the empty door. She couldn't help but smile even more and reached out to hold down his twisting body.

"Okay, I saw everything. I was just joking with you." After saying that, he put his arm around the person and pushed the wooden wheelbarrow with the other hand, and slid to the table.

"Let me go. It would be embarrassing if someone saw us pulling and tugging like this." Chang Sun Yan came back to his senses from his anger and noticed the overly intimate posture of the two. He couldn't help but feel his ears burning.

However, Lin Xi did not agree with him. Instead, she held him on her legs, reached out to pick up a small porcelain box on the table, and handed it to Chang Sun Yan.

"What is this?" Looking at the thing that was handed to him, Changsun Yan temporarily forgot to struggle, reached out to take the small porcelain box, and asked with some confusion.

"Open it and take a look." Lin Xi did not answer him, but gestured for him to open the box.

"What is so mysterious?" Chang Sun Yan frowned and opened the porcelain box, only to see a milky white paste inside, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Ointment?" Chang Sun Yan lowered his head and sniffed, then shook his head and said, "I don't like to apply these in the summer."

"It's not ointment, it's ointment." Lin Xi reached out to take the porcelain box, stretched out her fingers and rolled some on her fingertips, then raised her eyes and looked at Changsun Yan.

"Ointment? Did you get hurt just now?" Upon hearing this, Chang Sun Yan's brows suddenly showed some worry. He hurriedly supported himself and wanted to get up to check on Lin Xi's condition. "Let me take a look to see if the injury is serious. I'm afraid that just applying ointment won't work. How about asking a doctor..."

The anxious voices in the room suddenly stopped, replaced by a heavy breath.

"I'm not injured." Lin Xi carefully spread the ointment on Changsun Yan's lips with her fingertips. Feeling the lips trembling slightly between her fingertips, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes. "But if you don't apply the ointment on your lips, they will be swollen to a pulp tomorrow."

Her movements were gentle and her expression was focused, without any hint of intimacy. However, Changsun Yan, whose face was held up and lips were pressed, felt as if the fingertips pressing on his lips were burning hot, which instantly spread to his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to tremble.

Fortunately, this torturous torture did not last long. Lin Xi seemed to be just applying medicine to him. She quickly withdrew her fingers, picked up the small round mirror on the table, handed it to Chang Sun Yan, and chuckled.

"All right."