Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan knew what kind of life he had led before, and understood that he never cared about material things. If he had not wanted to properly settle himself and reassure the Yuan family, he would not have lived in such a house. Thinking of this, she felt mixed emotions, and she came forward, opened her arms and hugged his back from behind.

He turned his head and gently rubbed her ankle, and whispered, "I never thought that I would get married."

Her heart trembled, her brows frowned, and she held his hands tighter.

"After all, a clay pot will break if it is kept away from the well, and a general will inevitably die in battle, right?" He turned to look at her and placed a kiss on her forehead, but his hands did not stop moving.

The calmness and naturalness with which he said this made her feel indescribably distressed, so she tried to pull her foot back and looked at him unhappily.

"Many times I thought that a person who was surviving on the edge of a knife should not delay you. But I..." He did not continue speaking, but just looked at her affectionately.

"That's why I often feel sorry for you." He poured some more wine, rubbed her ankle carefully, and warned, "Don't be so reckless in the future. If you keep spraining your ankle, it will be bad if it becomes an old injury."

He said this in a casual way, but it contained countless apologies. After all, this time, he almost dragged down the entire Yuan family.

This man even spoke love words with a tone of reproach, Anan had long been accustomed to it, but as she listened, she could not help but hug him tighter and tighter. When the passionate love came, she wanted nothing, thought about nothing, and let her heart lead her, falling in love happily, and loving to her heart's content.

She truly longed to love him completely, even if this inexplicable courage was like a moth flying into a fire, like Wang Baochuan digging wild vegetables and guarding a cold kiln, or like the final intrigues among a group of wives and concubines, she would accept it.

After an unknown amount of time, he put her feet down, stood up to wash his hands, and then went out.

Anan was a little nervous at this moment. He looked at the double bed that was as big as a basketball court and fell into deep thought. He had not thought of this when he went out today. He was wearing bright and beautiful clothes on the outside, but only the most comfortable underwear on the inside. It might be wrinkled by now. It would be better to blow out the candle later, otherwise it would not be good for him to see it.

But the red candles in this room are decorated with dragons and phoenixes. Aren't they only lit on wedding nights? Can I blow them?

Also, as a top student, she was able to master so much knowledge and skills, basically at the cost of her rest time. Even though she later had a boyfriend, it was a platonic relationship that was far away from her. Even though she rushed around in front of him, he would only stop after teasing her. She had no idea what to do next.

For a moment, I felt a little annoyed at my own recklessness. I just wanted to follow him without even considering leaving someone by my side...

She didn't know if it was because she was thinking too much or because she had drunk too much, but she just felt dry mouth. She stood up and drank two large bowls of tea, and then she felt a little better. She looked up and saw him walking in. Under the candlelight, she could vaguely see a layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead. Without thinking too much, she hurried forward and pulled up her sleeve, carefully wiped it for him. She wanted to ask him what he had been doing, but he beat her to the punch.

He took advantage of the situation and put his arms around her waist, rubbed her cheeks twice with his fingers, and then whispered, "I got you some hot water. You're too tired today. Take a shower and you'll sleep more comfortably."