In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

After finishing their meal, the slight unpleasantness between the couple had long since vanished.

Han Zhi quickly finished showering and ran straight back, wearing only an undershirt, while clutching the clothes he had brought to change into. Su Zhen was inside, sorting through the clothes in the trunk.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and couldn't help but smile when she saw Han Zhi's appearance. But after laughing, she couldn't help but tease him, "Why are you in such a hurry, my lord? It's autumn now, and you're not dressed properly. What if you catch a cold?"

Han Zhi still had that same simple, honest smile, and said, "Isn't this a hurry? The hot water over there is already boiled, so Eighth Sister can go now."

"I'll go once I've finished tidying these up." Su Zhen wasn't in a hurry and continued folding her clothes.

But Han Zhi ran up, threw the clothes on the bed, took Su Zhen's small hand, and gave her a big "hickey" on the lips. Then he said, "No rush, we brought quite a few maids with us, let them take care of it."

"If there's a bargain, you should act quickly. I won't grant your wish, sir." Su Zhen then withdrew her hand and flicked her fingers in front of Han Zhi.

Han Zhi simply pulled out his "trump card," blinking his eyes as if he were being coquettish. Su Zhen was helpless against him and had no choice but to agree: "Alright, I'll go right away. My lord, please find Yueping and have them help you pack your clothes."

"Okay!"

Su Zhen then put down what she was doing, set aside the clothes she was halfway through packing, and randomly picked out a change of clothes. Just as she was about to leave, she felt herself being pulled back again.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

"I'm already missing Ba Niang, what should I do?" Han Zhi started acting mischievously again, behaving very childishly.

Seeing Han Zhi's expression, Su Zhen was somewhat amused and exasperated, and said, "Does my lord want me to take a bath, or does he not want me to take a bath?"

"You're already a grown man, yet you're still so childish. If I remember this, I'll tell my mother later and see how she laughs at you."

But Han Zhi still wore that childlike, "innocent" smile. Su Zhen thought for a moment and quickly guessed what Han Zhi was thinking. So she leaned down and kissed Han Zhi on the lips, saying:

"Is my lord satisfied now?"

Han Zhi nodded, then released her hand, allowing Su Zhen to go to bathe. Reaching the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back, and said to Han Zhi:

"How shameless!"

After uttering those last words, she turned and left without looking back. Just then, Yueping walked in and glanced back at Su Zhen.

"My wife looks exceptionally well today."

Han Zhi nodded and said, "It's normal for Eighth Sister to have dizziness because she's never been far from home. She'll get better after a few days of adjustment."

......

Supported by several maids, Su Zhen returned to his room. Yue Ping had already packed all the clothes and put them back in the trunk. Now, she was holding a long towel, preparing to dry Su Zhen's hair.

"My lady," Yueping greeted her at this moment.

Han Zhi seemed to be fully prepared, his eagerness for action quite evident. He even made room for Su Zhen, gesturing for her to sit there.

Su Zhen gave a look to the maids beside him, signaling them to leave. Then he said to Yueping, "My husband will be wiping my hair today, Yueping, you may go now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Yueping nodded, handed the towel to Han Zhi, and left. Su Zhen also went up and sat down next to Han Zhi, took off her outer garment, swept her hair back, and said:

"My lord, you may begin."

Han Zhi immediately started drying her hair from top to bottom. This wasn't the first time Su Zhen had her hair dried; she knew why the maids were so skilled, but she didn't know Han Zhi was so adept.

So she asked, "My lord, you know how to wipe your hair? Did you learn it before?"

"I wouldn't say I've studied it, but I've wiped my mother's clothes before, so I know a little bit," Han Zhi replied.

Su Zhen felt the gentle movement in her hair, and the two remained silent for a long time. The room was very quiet, and she closed her eyes, feeling Han Zhi's movements.

Han Zhi's technique was excellent; he not only dried Su Zhen's hair but also combed it with his hands. After a while, Han Zhi stopped, exhaling a breath that brushed against Su Zhen's earlobe.

"Alright, Eighth Sister, it's all wiped clean."

Su Zhen reached behind her back and gently touched her long hair, feeling exceptionally comfortable.

"You look great today, Eighth Sister. Are you used to traveling like this?" Han Zhi hung the towel aside and then helped her sit on the bed.

"I should be, but I still feel a little dizzy." Su Zhen's face was still a bit pale. Even with the help of the maid to put on makeup, the paleness was still very obvious.

Han Zhi reached out and pulled the blankets from under the bed, covering her small feet. He then placed his hands on his face, carefully feeling the warmth, and after confirming it was adequate, he also slipped his hands under the blankets to warm her feet.

Although Su Zhen had married Han Zhi and he had touched her feet before, she couldn't shake the "bad habit" of blushing. Han Zhi naturally noticed the restlessness of those little feet in his palm and subconsciously squeezed them.

"Eighth Sister is so light."

Han Zhi gently rested his head on Su Zhen's shoulder and said.

“I am a woman, and I have only recently come of age, so naturally I am lighter than you, sir.” Su Zhen placed her hand on Han Zhi’s hand that was covering his foot and gently squeezed it.

It's quite sturdy.

Han Zhi naturally noticed Su Zhen's subtle movements and asked with a smile, "What are you touching?"

"Touch my husband's hand," Su Zhen asked instinctively.

Han Zhi had seen his own physique before; he wasn't thin, but rather quite lean and capable, not at all like a scholar. So he asked, "How do you feel?"

"I haven't felt it yet, my lord. Why don't you tell me what my feet feel like?" Su Zhen asked, pouting slightly.

"Hmm..." Han Zhi pretended to think, then replied, "It's very soft and small. If you take it out and smell it, it'll probably still smell nice."

Su Zhen pinched Han Zhi's forearm, clearly not oblivious to the teasing, and said coquettishly, "My lord is such a lecher. I really don't know why I ever married you in the first place."

"I guess it's because I'm very handsome and talented that Ba Niang fell for me, which is understandable."

Compared to Su Zhen's thin skin, Han Zhi's thick skin was far more prominent.

"Pah," Su Zhen spat with a laugh, "Who cares? Why don't you ask your husband why he likes me? It's more like he's a lecher who's entangled with a respectable woman."

"So this means... mutual affection?"

Han Zhi craned his neck, trying to see Su Zhen's expression, but could only see a blush.

"No...no, that doesn't count!" Su Zhen immediately withdrew her hand, as if throwing a tantrum, and pulled her little feet back, not wanting Han Zhi to touch her anymore.

Han Zhi's hand followed closely, grabbing her small foot again, and asked, "Now it's Eighth Sister's turn. How does my arm feel?"

“It’s…it’s very sturdy…” Su Zhen said, then reached out and touched it again.

"It's also very hard..."