Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The night wind blew through the bamboo forest outside the window, making a slight rustling sound.

Shen Yunyan's fingers unconsciously entangled with a strand of Su Yue's black hair, and the hair shone softly in the moonlight.

He lowered his head and sniffed, and the faint scent of osmanthus lingered on his nose - that was the shampoo that Lin Yuxuan specially prepared for the whole family.

Su Yue moved in his arms, the neckline of her nightgown opened slightly, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

Shen Yunyan's breathing unconsciously became heavier, his fingertips hovering above the skin, hesitant to let go.

"Yun Yan..." Su Yue murmured in a half-asleep state, and the warm breath brushed across his Adam's apple.

This gentle call seemed to open a floodgate.

Shen Yunyan's kiss landed cautiously on her forehead, with a pious temptation.

When Su Yue raised her face in response, he finally dared to put his palm on the curve of her waist as if he had received permission.

The curtains swayed gently, casting the silhouettes of the two people on the wall.

Shen Yunyan's movements were clumsy but gentle, and every touch of his fingertips was filled with cherishment, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

Su Yue could feel his rapid heartbeat and the restrained trembling beneath his chest.

"Don't be afraid..." She guided his hand, interlocked their fingers and pressed them against the pillow.

The moonlight passed through the gauze curtain and flowed along Shen Yunyan's tense back.

The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were clearer than ever.

When Su Yue's fingertips stroked the old scars on his back, for the first time he did not dodge, but leaned over and whispered something in her ear, causing Su Yue to chuckle.

The night wind suddenly became lingering, carrying the unique warmth of early summer.

Outside the window, a night-blooming cereus was quietly blooming, with a faint fragrance floating in the air. Shen Yunyan buried his face in Su Yue's shoulder, breathing deeply in the warmth that belonged only to him.

The scars on his back were still hideous, but they would no longer be a cage that imprisoned him.

When the sound of the night watchman's drum came from afar, Shen Yunyan was wrapping Su Yue tightly with a brocade quilt.

He gazed at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly remembered the candy Yaoyao had stuffed in his hand during the day. The sweetness that filled his heart at this moment was a thousand times richer than that of the candy.

Listening to her even breathing, I suddenly remembered that I should go find Lin Yuxuan tomorrow - it's time to stop drinking the medicine I have been drinking for nearly a year.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely wondered whether the child's room should be arranged in the east wing or the west wing?

What kind of wooden horse do you want to carve?

How many sets of clothes should I prepare?

These trivial problems that once frightened him have now become the sweetest burden.

The sound of night watchmen beating came from afar, and Shen Yunyan subconsciously tightened his arms.

Su Yue in his arms muttered something in her sleep and snuggled deeper into his arms.

When the moonlight fell on the windowsill again, it illuminated a soft curve at the corner of the man's lips that had never been there before.

When the morning light shone through the window screen onto the bed, Zhou Ziqian suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously touched the silver bell beside his pillow - it was used to summon servants, but he found nothing.

Only then did he remember that he was in the Su Mansion's villa, not the imperial palace.

Birds are chirping outside the window and the sun is already high in the sky.

Zhou Ziqian sat up in a panic, and the quilt slipped off his body.

He had never slept until this hour before. In the palace, the maid would pull off his quilt before he woke up at dawn, even if he had coughed so hard that he almost vomited blood the night before.

"Oh no..." He hurriedly put on his robe, but found that the belt was tied crookedly.

The bronze mirror reflected a young man with disheveled hair, who did not have the dignity of a prince at all.

What's even more terrifying is that the buttons on the collar of the shirt were buttoned in the wrong place, revealing a small piece of collarbone.

There was no hot towel handed by the servants, and no mouthwash tea held by the palace maids. Zhou Ziqian wiped his face with cold water and used some green salt on his fingertips to clean his teeth.

The pale cheeks of the person in the mirror were slightly flushed due to haste, and he looked much better than usual.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Ziqian bumped into a wall of flesh.

Gu Qingyan's tall figure loomed over them, and his dark tights made him look even more imposing.

Zhou Ziqian subconsciously took a half step back - the second husband of the Su family had been in the martial arts world for many years, and his brow bones looked terrifying.

"The Seventh Prince..." Gu Qingyan was halfway through his words when he suddenly stared at his collar and frowned.

Only then did Zhou Ziqian realize that the misplaced button was still open, and his ears suddenly felt hot.

Just as I was about to turn around and tidy up, a pair of rough big hands reached out.

Gu Qingyan swiftly unbuttoned the wrong button and fastened it again, but her fingertips were careful not to touch his skin.

"The morning dew is heavy in the mountains." Gu Qingyan's voice was still cold and hard, but he took out an oil-paper bag from his arms and said, "It's a cushion first."

Inside the paper package were two pieces of still warm Poria cocos cakes, the edges of which were a little broken, obviously having been kept in the arms for a long time.

Zhou Ziqian took it in a daze, and the residual warmth from the pastry spread from his fingertips to his heart.

"Thank you...Brother Ayan." He used this title tentatively.

The corners of Gu Qingyan's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh but was holding it back.

He waved his hand and strode away, his back as straight as a pine tree.

Zhou Ziqian was holding the pastries when he suddenly discovered that this "ferocious" general deliberately lightened his steps when walking - it seemed that everyone else in the villa was still asleep.

Turning around the corridor, the morning light is just right.

Liang Junze was holding Yaoyao and standing under the grape trellis, pointing at the newly grown green fruits on the vines and explaining something.

The little girl was sharp-eyed and was the first to spot Zhou Ziqian. She immediately waved her arms like lotus roots and said, "Brother!"

Liang Junze turned around to salute, but then he remembered the agreement yesterday and nodded slightly instead: "Seventh Prince."

"No need..." Before Zhou Ziqian finished speaking, Yaoyao had already twisted her little body to get off the ground.

As soon as Liang Junze bent down to put her down, the little girl staggered towards Zhou Ziqian like a happy little bird.

With a "baji" sound, a kiss with the scent of milk fell on Zhou Ziqian's cheek.

He froze in place and almost dropped the Poria Cocos Cake in his hand - in the palace, even his younger sister, who was born to the same father, had never been so close to him.

Yaoyao had already snuggled into his arms, pointing her little finger at the cake in his hand: "Brother, eat!"

"I...I'm not hungry." Zhou Ziqian subconsciously wanted to give her the pastries, but was stopped by Liang Junze.

"She's already had breakfast." Liang Junze smiled and shook his head, "Seventh Prince, don't spoil her."

But the little girl refused. She wrapped her soft arms around Zhou Ziqian's neck and rested her furry head on his shoulder.

Zhou Ziqian only felt a strange warmth surging in his chest, and his arms tightened unconsciously - it turned out that the child's body was so light and soft, with the fragrance of sunshine and soapberry, completely different from those brothers and sisters in the palace who were fumigated with precious spices but were always held far away by their wet fathers.

"I...I got up late." Zhou Ziqian explained somewhat embarrassedly.

Liang Junze was about to reach out to take Yaoyao, but saw Zhou Ziqian move aside.

The tips of the young prince's ears turned red. "I'm not tired."

That's true.

Yaoyao was as light as a cloud, but her heart was heavy with indescribable emotions.