They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

"I'm not tired. With Lingchuan in front of me, I'm not tired at all." He spoke each word very slowly, and each word was engraved in Sima Lingchuan's heart.

Sima Lingchuan took the initiative to hold Wu Ziyan's hand. As their body temperature increased, their breathing gradually quickened. Wu Ziyan knew that this was not going to happen and that it should not continue like this. She had to stop it in time.

Wu Ziyan quickly pulled her hand back; she chickened out. Seeing Wu Ziyan's embarrassed expression, Sima Lingchuan also withdrew his hand and placed it on his knee, avoiding looking at Wu Ziyan's face. His heart had been beating so fast just now; he almost succumbed to her charms.

Wu Ziyan stood up, stretched, and circled around Sima Lingchuan. She noticed that Sima Lingchuan's hair was black and straight, and recalled that her own hair used to be thin and flat. Suddenly, she touched Sima Lingchuan's hair. It was so smooth and even had a faint fragrance. This sparked her idea to make money again.

Sima Lingchuan saw that Wu Ziyan was holding his hair tightly and laughing, so he thought there was something on his hair, but he didn't dare to move. After a while, Sima Lingchuan asked, "Ziyan, is there something on my hair?"

"Oh, no, I just think your hair is so beautiful, so silky smooth. What do you men usually use to care for your hair?" She wished she had that kind of beautiful hair too!

"This is something I discovered myself. Add some ginger slices, black sesame seeds, and other medicinal herbs to Polygonum multiflorum, then crush some soapberry seeds and use it to wash your hair. It has amazing effects," Sima Lingchuan answered truthfully.

"You're such a little genius!" Wu Ziyan excitedly kissed Sima Lingchuan on the forehead. After searching through the recipes given by the system and adding the ones Sima Lingchuan provided, the shampoo was ready in no time!

She was so focused on making money that she ignored the fact that the person in front of her had been staring at her with bright eyes for quite some time.

Sima Lingchuan blushed, as if he was having some kind of internal struggle. Then he hugged Wu Ziyan tightly, buried his head in her waist, and whispered, "Ziyan, don't leave tonight, okay?"

Wu Ziyan scratched his head, responding with "okay, okay," but still pried Sima Lingchuan's fingers away and started walking towards the door.

As she walked to the door, she turned back and saw Sima Lingchuan's disappointed expression, feeling a pang of pity. "I'm going to the study to work on something. It might be late, so don't wait for me."

Sima Lingchuan nodded. He didn't need to wait for her; she would come tonight, albeit very late. He was still very happy. He used to think it didn't matter whether Wu Ziyan looked at him or not, but not anymore.

Wu Ziyan had a sudden inspiration and rushed into the study with great joy. She then asked Mo Baiyun to find materials for her. If perfume and hair care were combined, it would become shampoo, and she would make a fortune and be rolling in money in no time.

Two more hours passed at night, and Wu Ziyan could barely keep her eyes open. She accidentally knocked over a bottle of semi-finished perfume into the medicinal mud. Suddenly, something changed. The originally pitch-black medicinal mud began to gradually become transparent, somewhat like the silicone-free shampoo she used.

Maybe this is it? She scooped out a spoonful, rubbed it in her palm, and surprisingly, it produced a rich lather and aroma. Wow! By sheer luck! It worked!

Wu Ziyan instantly snapped out of her daze. She hadn't expected it to be so simple. She hadn't even conducted any experiments yet. Upon closer reading of the fragrance formula, she realized that mixing different ingredients into the finished product would create new things. She seemed to see piles of money floating in front of her again, and let out a lewd chuckle.

Hearing the lewd laughter from outside, Mo Baiyun shouted, "Master? Have you really gone mad?"

"You're the one who's gone mad!" Wu Ziyan stopped laughing, and after a while came out of the room and handed Mo Baiyun a box: "It's for shampooing. Your curly hair needs to be managed better so it can grow longer."

"Does Master want my hair to grow long enough to reach my waist so he can marry me?" Mo Baiyun took the box, opened it, and looked inside. It was something that looked like a liquid that had solidified, with a fragrant aroma. She was overjoyed.

"Go and rest if you're alright. If you want me to marry you, you should at least have good skin, my little Yun'er." Wu Ziyan rolled her eyes and said casually, but little did she know that what she said was unintentional, but the listener took it to heart.

Wu Ziyan walked towards Sima Lingchuan's room, thinking that it was already late at night and Sima Lingchuan should have gone to sleep, but there was still a candle lit in the room.

She tiptoed in, careful not to wake Sima Lingchuan, only to find that he was asleep by the table.

Holding a needle and thread, she was embroidering her clothes. Wu Ziyan felt a warmth in her heart. What else could she think of but such a good man? She really wanted to spend her whole life with him.

She gently took the needle from Sima Linchuan's hand and put it in the basket, thinking that this man really wasn't afraid of pricking himself.

He then patted Sima Lingchuan on the back. Sima Lingchuan opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and the dim candlelight revealed her hazy beauty.

"Ziyan, I knew you'd come." Her voice had a slight nasal tone, almost like she was trying to be cute. Who could resist that?

Wu Ziyan put the clothes aside, as well as the shampoo box in her hand, and kissed his forehead as if coaxing a child, her voice gentle and soft: "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? And I will never lie to you."

Sima Lingchuan, still half-asleep, got up to undress Wu Ziyan, then ordered someone to bring water for washing. After tidying up, he and Wu Ziyan lay down on the bed.

Seeing Sima Lingchuan's slightly furrowed brows, Wu Ziyan knew that his sweet dream had been interrupted. She placed her hand on his waist and stroked it from top to bottom. Sima Lingchuan tensed up. Finally, Wu Ziyan moved her hand to his shoulder.

Wu Ziyan still couldn't adjust. She actually wanted to be a little woman, burying her head in Sima Lingchuan's chest and taking a deep breath. [This man smells so good!]

"Ziyan, get some rest. There are still many things to take care of these next two days." By the dim candlelight, Wu Ziyan watched Sima Linchuan's Adam's apple bob up and down, knowing that he was also enduring it. She then took a small sip from his lips and turned over to sleep.