My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 565 - 0334 The Meaning of Thunderlight’s Existence (Two-in-One)_2

"It has to be somewhat normal, right."

Xu Chang’an recalled and said, "When the thunder was rumbling, the lightning gave me a very warm feeling, unlike other lightning. Although the light was dazzling... it wasn’t piercing."

As Xu Chang’an spoke, he turned to glance at Yun Qian. In front of Miss Yun, he felt embarrassed to express that the lightning at that time was warm in his eyes, like the sunlight of winter, just like the warmth from Miss Yun.

No one would believe it if he said it out loud.

After all, it was a Celestial Tribulation, a power so formidable that even the senior sister from Muyu Peak and Steward Fang couldn’t resist, a Tribulation Thunder described as "terrifying," and because of a single Tribulation Thunder, all sorts of cultivators were drawn to investigate Celestial Bright Peak.

Yet he described it as warm.

"Never mind, Miss, how did you feel when the thunder rolled?" Xu Chang’an asked.

"Hmm... unhappy?" Yun Qian lowered her head.

It was a fact. She was unhappy with the falling thunder, and whether it was because she was unhappy that the thunder fell... it didn’t matter.

Anyway, Miss Yun didn’t lie; Xu Chang’an thought during the thunderstorm, she indeed was unhappy.

"So, Miss doesn’t like the Thunder Tribulation. After all... she’s just a lady." Xu Chang’an looked at the calm-faced Yun Qian and felt that Miss Yun, who was afraid of thunder, took a big step towards the image of a "soft girl" in his heart.

"I don’t dislike it." Yun Qian recalled that back then, Xu Chang’an thought she was awakened by the thunder and treated her very well... even gave her a morning kiss.

So, she didn’t dislike it.

"I truly don’t understand what Miss is thinking." Xu Chang’an affectionately stroked Yun Qian’s hair, shaking his head, "Indeed, my concern over the thunderstorm is a waste of time, just being tricked by the system."

"What does it matter the size of the rain curtain? It’s like Miss’ mood; when happy, there’s less rain, when angry, it’s more, and no specific reason can be found."

Xu Chang’an gave up the meaningless analysis.

How did the saying go?

If you are well, it will be clear skies.

Let’s leave it at that.

"..." Yun Qian was silent for a while.

What Xu Chang’an said made sense because it really did rain often around her, relating to her mood?

But none of that mattered.

A slight blush rose on Yun Qian’s neck.

"Weren’t we discussing serious matters... what are you doing?"

"Serious matters? What serious matters do I have with Miss? I was just casually asking." Xu Chang’an laughed, his fingers still entwined in Yun Qian’s hair, unwilling to let go.

He just felt it was silky to the touch, exceptionally delicate, as if those strands could slip away like a stream through his fingers.

Xu Chang’an began to find excuses for teasing the lady.

He was indeed thinking about serious matters regarding the thunderstorm, wasn’t he?

And as soon as he thought seriously, as soon as he used his brain, the "Yun Qian energy" within him would significantly deplete, so he urgently needed the lady to recharge him.

This was a serious task, not bullying.

Thinking of this, Xu Chang’an lifted Miss Yun’s long hair.

It smelled wonderful.

The scent was delightful.

A faint fragrance of soap mixed with the aroma of fruits hit him, refreshing and invigorating, making him feel transparent.

"Strange, the soap Miss uses is clearly the same as mine, so why... do you smell so good." Xu Chang’an, puzzled, decided to take a closer sniff.

Yun Qian, feeling the overflowing affection from Xu Chang’an, felt rather helpless.

The lady seriously said, "I told you I don’t have much strength; I can’t do it."

"Miss doesn’t need to have strength," Xu Chang’an smiled. "Besides, I’m not doing anything, am I?"

"It’s already very strange." Yun Qian stated honestly.

The husband she knew wasn’t this aggressive; he was clearly reserved and restrained. This childlike attachment existed only on the island or in dreams, and when Xu Chang’an had just confirmed their relationship.

But after meeting Zhu Pingniang today, Xu Chang’an seemed to have returned to those days, clinging to her and unable to be separated.

Did something happen?

What did that Miss Zhu do?

"Am I very strange?" Xu Chang’an asked.

"Yes." Yun Qian replied without hesitation.

"How should I say it..." Xu Chang’an finally dropped the pretense, sighed, "Miss, I have no choice. Isn’t it just... adapting a bit in advance for things to come, getting a feel for it."

No need to think, what Zhu Pingniang gave mustn’t be some decent cultivation technique, so getting close to the lady in advance is naturally good.

In case the Yin Yang Dual Cultivation technique was too over the top in the future, Miss Yun wouldn’t be able to accept it for a while?

Alright.

He also enjoyed it.

"I don’t understand." Yun Qian said, "But, as long as you like it, and... that Miss Zhu... she’s amazing."

"Senior Zhu? Miss mentioned her suddenly." Xu Chang’an, winding Yun Qian’s hair around his fingers, said, "Indeed, Senior Zhu is remarkable."

Yun Qian nodded.

Thinking Zhu Pingniang truly was an extraordinary person.

Imagining what Yun Qian did in her dreams?

No matter what methods she used, she couldn’t make Xu Chang’an face his heart directly, yet encountering Zhu Pingniang once brought such a significant change.

It’s like how she would consult Li Zhibai about Rouge Makeup; perhaps when it comes to "captivating," she should really learn from Zhu Pingniang.

No wonder she comes from a brothel, she knows how to captivate.

Of course, the prerequisite is regaining her strength.

"That Miss Zhu... ah."

Yun Qian was speaking when Xu Chang’an entirely disrupted her thoughts.

The lady let out a cry of surprise, then turned back, her moist eyes staring at Xu Chang’an.

"What did you do?" Yun Qian looked at him.

Xu Chang’an proudly lifted his hand.

"Your hands are so cold; don’t touch me," Yun Qian said calmly.

"That’s precisely why it’s meaningful," Xu Chang’an said seriously.

Yun Qian said nothing, wondering if this was what the book meant by "mischievous"?

However, her husband has liked teasing her for quite a while.

"Let’s leave it at that," Yun Qian shook her head.

"Okay," Xu Chang’an agreed.

He wasn’t deliberately bullying; he just didn’t want Yun Qian to continue with the topic about Zhu Pingniang.

Senior Zhu is indeed a good person, but with an odd temperament, it’s better if Miss Yun keeps her distance.

His gaze naturally fell on Miss Yun’s graceful neckline, slightly exposed from her hair.

Fair as jade, with a beautifully delicate side profile.

Pleasing to the eye, her blushing earlobes were adorably exquisite.

Even as an old married couple, it still made one’s heart race.

"Miss, do you know? It’s precisely because your demeanor seems aloof and cold that I can’t help but be mischievous."

Like Yun Qian’s surprised gasp from the cold touch, it kept replaying in his mind.

If Yun Qian really was a soft girl, teasing her probably would only bring guilt, unlike this irresistible allure.

"Your husband is a lustful man." Xu Chang’an pointed at his own face.

"Very well." Yun Qian felt Xu Chang’an still holding her hair.

She suddenly heard something, glanced out the window, but her attention was quickly diverted.

Because Xu Chang’an’s unabashedly burning gaze landed on her neck, her cheeks and heart rate quickly rose.

"You... I told you, today..."

Yun Qian tilted her body slightly back, then heard Xu Chang’an murmur.

"Miss, you’re truly beautiful."

Even the curve of her neck seemed beautiful to him; was he perhaps a neck-fetishist?

After thinking it over, Xu Chang’an realized he was simply a Yun Qian-fetishist.

Yun Qian: "..."

"Right, this is the gift I brought for you today; it’s some rouge. See if you like it." After teasing her, Xu Chang’an finally brought out compensation.

He placed the box containing the rouge on the table, cleared his throat, and his gaze wandered, "Overall, it’s just common rouge."

Inside there was a Red Lotus secretly placed by Zhu Pingniang.

But Xu Chang’an didn’t know how to explain, so he just glossed over it.

"Rouge?" Yun Qian nodded, opened the box, picked up items like the eyebrow pencil and lip balm inside, "I like it a lot."

She then looked at the well-wrapped Red Lotus, took it up, and sniffed it.

Was this the delightful item written in books that women consume to attract men?

It had a faint sugary aroma.

Miss Yun sighed.

Yet she genuinely couldn’t manage these days.

Moreover.

Feeling her husband’s hands lifting her hair again, Yun Qian thought maybe he didn’t need such a thing right now.

That Miss Zhu might be more effective than the delightful item.

——

In the torrential rain, with thunder overhead.

Knocking for a long while without response, Miss Lu walked into the courtyard under her umbrella, standing blankly in front of the window.

Inside, she could see a young man, holding a woman’s long hair, sniffing it with infatuation.

The hand holding her umbrella trembled slightly.

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