The servants standing outside the door looked at each other. Everyone was wondering, how could the young marshal and his wife make the young marshal laugh so much on this wedding night?
The early morning sunlight streamed into the house through the window, making it lazy and warm.
Zhongqing was woken up by a knock on the door. She answered and heard Xu Ang say: "Young Marshal, madam, get up. Please go down and greet the eldest lady later."
Zhong Qing continued to respond, but when she turned around, she saw that Yi Jian was still sleeping.
His breathing was long and familiar.
She quietly got out of bed, ordered someone to prepare bath water, and went to take a bath.
There was no one around him, so Yi Jian woke up soon after. He turned his head and looked at the sky outside. It was still early, and he was definitely not sleepy enough. He turned over and continued to sleep.
Zhongqing came out of the shower with wet hair. When she saw that Yi Jian was motionless on the bed, she walked to the bed and gently pushed Yi Jian: "Young Marshal, get up..."
Yi Jian didn't move.
Zhong Qing simply continued to push.
Yi Jian opened his eyes and happened to see her long hair dripping with water. She frowned and sat up. Zhong Qing quickly took the clothes and helped him put them on. She also ordered Xu Ang to prepare water for Yi Jian to take a bath.
Unexpectedly, Yi Jian calmly went to the cabinet on the side, took an object and walked over.
Love and know.
That's a Western hair dryer.
Yi Jian plugged in the power, pulled her over, sat her down on the sofa, entangled her long hair with his fingers, and blew her dry bit by bit.
Zhong Qing blushed and wanted to take it and blow it herself, but Yi Jian refused, so she reminded her: "Wait and say hello to the eldest lady, it's not good to be late."
Yi Jian then thought about it, handed the blower to her, turned around and went to the back hall, and then the sound of rushing water could be heard.
Mixed with the sound of the hair dryer, it feels unusually peaceful.
This is... life.
When Yi Jian came out from behind, Zhong Qing had already dressed up.
Yi Jian originally wanted to have his nails done as a habit, but he was worried that Zhong Qing would be impatient, so he thought about it, put it down, put on his clothes, and wiped his hair with a towel.
Zhongqing pointed to the sofa. Yi Jian understood what she meant and sat down.