Quick Transmigration: Leisure

"You're here. Have some tea."

"Thank you." Xia Youmi was wearing an elegant long dress. She was slender but quite tall, and her face showed some signs of health.

She used to spend a lot of time at home, quietly wielding her paintbrush.

When she was overseas with Zhuo Yi, she could be taken for walks and play tennis, but after returning to the country alone, she almost fell into a state of reluctance to move. In the few times they met, Wei Youzhen looked at her slightly thin body and worried about whether she could take good care of herself and prevent her blood and energy from being lost.

There's not much we can do; we can only replenish the food supplies when the kitchen delivers meals.

If they weren't mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but just acquaintances like an aunt or a neighbor's niece, they probably would get along even better.

However, the forced closeness and misalignment imposed by their positions and identities create an awkward situation.

After Xia Youmi arrived, she resumed exercising.

No matter the environment, as long as the conditions are right, she will never forget to take care of her health. These are things that she cannot rely on outsiders for except for her own efforts.

Although it is difficult to return to peak condition in a short period of time.

But a person's spirit and energy will still bring out differences.

Zhuo's mother put down the cup, her eyes unconsciously brightening, and her tone softening slightly.

"After you finish your tea, go and rest. Check if there's anything in the room that needs to be changed and then tell Butler Ding."

"Okay." Xia Youmi responded gently, her gaze polite, never glancing at anything that might offend her.

she understands,

Proper etiquette can save you a lot of trouble.

Ms. Wei Youzhen never made things difficult for her on the basics. On the one hand, she performed well, and on the other hand, her expectations were actually very high. She wanted a daughter-in-law who was physically and mentally sound, neither humble nor arrogant, and also strong enough.

Overly asserting her status as the mistress of the house through suppression will only backfire and make her timid.

Wei Youzhen disliked people who, despite not having made any mistakes, deliberately withdrew in order to please others.

Her approach to external affairs is also quite tough.

If Xia Youmi hadn't consistently avoided crossing her boundaries, she wouldn't have avoided social interactions with her all these years.

"Teacher Chai is taking a lunch break, there's no rush, we can arrange to meet her after dinner."

"Ok, thank you."

The address remained "you" (formal). It would be a lie to say that Wei Youzhen had no expectations, but she didn't want a dry, formal address that didn't truly signify acceptance into a family.

For a little money, she can make countless young women call her mother.

I'm not that eager to be close to them.

"Then I'll go back first."

"Go."

Xia Youmi bowed slightly, carrying only a small bag.

Since it was arranged in advance, the Zhuo family naturally sent a driver to pick them up from the apartment, along with their luggage, which was then delivered to their room and properly furnished by the housekeeper.

Having tea is both a way to meet and a way to give the person tidying up a little break.

When she returned to her room, not even the moisture from wiping the items remained.

The room was large, but it was divided into several areas.

Layers of gauze curtains separate them.

There are two separate beds and spaces, two bathrooms with different styles, a study and media room furnished for two, a completely private wooden garden balcony with a view, and two dining areas, one outdoors and one indoors. Since Xia Youmi rarely eats out when she's at home, there's also a storage room-sized space specifically for food delivery and pickup.

After a quick shower, she changed into the pajamas that were placed there. They were a pair, which wasn't necessary, but they were definitely much more comfortable than the pretty pajamas she could buy.

Xia Youmi would not get into conflicts with the Zhuo family over trivial matters.

If rebellion won't get you anything, then comfort is justice.

As autumn drew to a close, a noticeable chill finally appeared. Without much distress, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

at first,

It is fluffy, soft, and comfortably peaceful.

It can be slow, a gaze, a burning look, a touch and pressure.

"Well......"

Xia Youmi felt a mountain pressing down on her. Half-asleep, she pushed the mountain away forcefully.

And just as she had imagined, the mountain in her dream moved away.

A smug smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

But before he could enjoy his happiness for long, the corners of his mouth were wiped away, and with a new target in mind, all his attacks were directed at that spot.

She strongly suspected that the bed had been drugged.

It's amazing how captivating it can be.

So that

When Xia Youmi vaguely opened her eyes and saw a face that was both strange and familiar, she instinctively looked puzzled, forgetting all about her persona.

Her outstretched fingers were grasped and tightened slightly.

Then, the force was applied to her elbows, and with a "thud," her hands were pinned to the sides of the bed as if she were surrendering. This insecure position made Xia Youmi instinctively struggle and resist, but before she could, the huge black body was placed above her.

Eyes facing each other,

Xia Youmi turned her head away, revealing a natural embarrassment.

"There's rice..."

"You're still angry with me."

"I rushed back ahead of schedule, can you be a little happier?" Zhuo Yi said in a low voice, slowly burying his head on his left side, while Xia Youmi turned her head to the right because of the posture.

in this way,

The left side of her neck was exposed, revealing her forced vulnerability.

Zhuo Yi moved very carefully, but the heat from his breath still made people tremble involuntarily, wanting to avoid covering him.

"Get up."

"I do not."

Zhuo Yi's head gradually lowered.

"You can't go to bed without showering," Xia Youmi tried to shoo her away.

"I showered and changed my clothes." Zhuo Yi continued, "I went back to my apartment first. I didn't know you had been called back, so I tidied myself up after running around all sweaty."

Although he was dressed in formal attire, he did smell of toiletries.

"you......"

"What? Do you miss me?" As he spoke, Zhuo Yi pressed his head against his left chest, patiently waiting to hear if his answer matched the uncontrollable pounding of his heart.

"咚咚-"

Xia Youmi's heart was indeed racing with nervousness. However, her tone remained calm.

"I don't want to."

"lie."

"real."

"Then why can't we lie?"

Why lie about something like this?

"Why not."

"..."

"shameless."

"You're Little Lai, I'm Big Skin, we're a family of rascals."

Without the distance between them, Zhuo Yi felt comfortable revealing his naivety in these small matters. This was a pure nature that his mother had intentionally preserved for him during his upbringing, allowing him to express himself freely with those close to him.

Xia Youmi was stunned. Compared to the scene in her memory, she actually had a deeper impression of the serious and restrained person during the video call.

But recalling it,

It seems the two have been very affectionate in their private space.

and,

Zhuo Yi was worried that his antics would backfire if he wasn't around, and he intuitively sensed that Xia Youmi was becoming distant and awkward, so he kept convincing himself to restrain himself.

This was quite a surprise to Xia Youmi; she found him to be easier to get along with than she had expected.