The cannon fodder heiress embarks on the path of cultivation.

019 Chu Jiuyue's morbid psychology 4

Watching the interaction between the two, Xiao Ba secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Mo Wenchen had a great effect on improving the host's mentality.

"Honey, get up and have some food. If you want to rest later, I'll keep you company for a little while, okay?"

Mo Wenchen had grown accustomed to their occasional conversations, and his initial discomfort had long since vanished.

There's no way around it; even if you're not used to it, you have to adapt immediately, because it's an inescapable reality.

However, this is also good, at least it allows me to understand my wife's thoughts and better embrace her as soon as possible.

"……it is good."

Feeling embarrassed by her earlier shy behavior, Chu Jiuyue answered his question with unusual decisiveness, just so as not to remind him too much of what had just happened.

Mo Wenchen didn't point out Chu Jiuyue's little scheme. He just smiled slightly, gently picked up the clothes she was to wear that day, and placed them on the bed for her to put on herself. This action surprised Chu Jiuyue.

Since she could remember, she had always done everything by herself, and no one had ever offered her a helping hand.

Even when she was sick, she faced her illness and weakness alone and took care of herself by herself.

At this moment, this small gesture stirred up ripples in Chu Jiuyue's heart, feelings that were hard to describe.

Ever since Chu Jiuyue could remember, she has been responsible for and completed every aspect of her life on her own.

Whether it was everyday trifles or major decisions, no one ever offered her a helping hand or any support or assistance.

Even when she was unwell and weak from illness, she silently endured it all, taking care of herself alone with her heavy body.

Now, it was just a tiny, insignificant gesture, but it struck Chu Jiuyue's heartstrings like a lightning bolt, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

In that instant, a mix of complex emotions welled up inside her, making it impossible for her to describe exactly what she was feeling.

Although she had long been accustomed to relying on herself for everything, she no longer had any expectation of help from others.

But at this moment, suddenly there is this person—who is not even very familiar with her—who is thinking of her in every way and doing seemingly insignificant little things for her.

Even so, Chu Jiuyue's heart, which had been as still as stagnant water, still couldn't help but ripple and tremble.

"Thank you."

Chu Jiuyue turned her head slightly and said softly.

Her originally dark and bright eyes had become even deeper and darker, like a bottomless abyss, quiet and mysterious.

Those deep eyes seemed to hold countless untold stories and emotions, making one want to delve deeper, yet fearing that one might easily lose oneself within them.

Mo Wenchen was deeply captivated by her bright and clear eyes.

Those eyes were like a pool of clear autumn water, so limpid and full of unspoken words; a single glance was enough to touch the heartstrings.

When she gazes at you, it's like a boundless, clear sea, refreshing and invigorating, like being bathed in a gentle spring breeze, warm and pleasant.

However, without realizing it, one can vaguely sense a mysterious aura seeping from the depths of those eyes, like wisps of smoke seeping into the skin and stirring the heartstrings.