The late afternoon sunlight, though not as intense as at noon, still cast a gentle play of light and shadow in the well-lit bedroom.
Lying on the clean bed, Zhu Nanzhi's delicate body lightly trembled. Blindfolded, she was nervous yet expectant, her jade-like hands tightly gripping the bed sheet.
The Cuiyan Robe on her upper body was deftly undone by slender, clean fingers, revealing her dainty figure clad in a white embroidered dudou.
Sensing a slight chill, Zhu Nanzhi's body involuntarily tensed a bit. Unable to see, her other senses became notably sharper... was it an illusion?
Was the blindfold a surprise from her husband?
Zhu Nanzhi lightly bit her lower lip, indeed feeling a bit thrilled, uncertain of what her husband would do next.
'Yesterday I thought my husband seemed a bit conservative. Who would've thought he knew about this? Surely it's because he's growing fonder of me, wanting to try something different from before.'
Zhu Nanzhi's racing thoughts left her tense the very next moment, not because Lu Jin'an touched somewhere, but because she suddenly worried again about not having bathed.
Though she possessed a Pristine Immortal Body, entirely pure and immaculate, she could still sweat. After all, an Immortal Body was one thing, but she was fundamentally still a person, wanting to present her best self to her husband.
Having spent the entire morning washing clothes and cleaning the house, was it really okay to be so sweaty?
If only she'd bathed immediately after cleaning, instead of thinking longingly of her husband, she wouldn't have accidentally fallen asleep.
"Husband, I still wish to bathe first." Zhu Nanzhi spoke quietly, her tone a mix of plea and coyness.
Lu Jin'an didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned down to take a deep breath at her elegant neck, the gentle scent of plum blossoms filling his nostrils: "Wife, you smell wonderful, without any other scent... I quite like the natural aroma."
"Oh..." Zhu Nanzhi squirmed uneasily, embarrassed from not having bathed, yet her heart fluttered at her husband's compliment: "R-really?"
"I haven't bathed either." Lu Jin'an brushed his fingers across her cheek: "Would my wife find me displeasing?"
"No!" Zhu Nanzhi replied quickly: "I also like the natural scent of my husband."
"That's fine then."
Lu Jin'an kissed her unadorned cherry lips, then with one hand held her back, removing her Cuiyan Robe.
As more of her fair, tender skin was exposed to the air, it added a touch of brightness to the room.
Though the dudou was still on, when Lu Jin'an released his hold on her back to let her lie down, he couldn't help but exclaim, seeing how well her skin complemented the dudou: "Wife, you are so white."
"Hmph~" Zhu Nanzhi was shy yet joyful: "Didn't my husband already know?"
"This is the first time I've paid such close attention." Lu Jin'an tossed the Cuiyan Robe aside, his fingertips gliding over her exquisite collarbone, eliciting another light shiver from her.
Unable to see anything, Zhu Nanzhi pressed her lips together, her heart racing, thinking her husband would unfasten the dudou next.
She propped herself up on her elbows to make it easier for him.
"No rush." Lu Jin'an gently restrained her with a tender tone: "Leave the dudou on for now."
"Hmm?"
Zhu Nanzhi sounded puzzled.
'Why am I feeling so bashful this time?'
'Is it because my husband is opening up to me for the first time?'
'Finally, my husband is opening his heart... I've been looking forward to this for so long.'
Seeing her fair, round legs gradually come into view, Lu Jin'an again thought how purely enticing they would look in white silk stockings.
'Once we return to the sect, I'll find a tailor to make some, perhaps earn a little pocket money?'
Lu Jin'an found the idea feasible, for regardless of being in a Cultivation World, a woman's pursuit of beauty remained unchanged.
Thinking thus, his hands gently removed her crinkle skirt and underpants, even slipping off the pure white stockings from her jade-like feet.
Lu Jin'an's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her exquisite feet.
"Husband?"
Holding her delicate feet, Zhu Nanzhi couldn't hide her embarrassment. To a woman, the feet are an extremely private area—the boldness of her husband left her feeling faintly dizzy with shyness.
Suddenly, Zhu Nanzhi felt grateful that her eyes were covered, otherwise she might have fainted.
"I want to know my wife more deeply."
Lu Jin'an comforted softly, his eyes fixed on her delicate feet.
Zhu Nanzhi's feet were fair as snow, the arches smooth as silk, with fine flawless skin, the soles tinted a tender rose, soft and intricate.
With nervousness, her curled toes were like strands of pearls, and as Lu Jin'an gently lifted them, the beautiful arches revealed a delicate azure vein extending up her calf, her skin looking as if it could break at a breath.
Zhu Nanzhi suppressed her inner shyness, much like six months ago when she first made the move on her husband after drinking.
But overwhelmingly, it was joy, as her husband seemed to be falling more for her.
Zhu Nanzhi couldn't help but smile as she felt a touch on her sole, her slender, toned leg reflexively recoiling: "Husband, it tickles~"
Lu Jin'an didn't speak, satisfied only after massaging her soft sole, then gradually tracing up along the curve of her leg, over her fair, rounded thigh, stopping at her waist.
'My husband is indeed playful, but I so adore it when he holds the reins in his hands.'
Leaning down, Lu Jin'an gazed at Zhu Nanzhi fixedly. Even with her eyes covered by the black cloth, her classical beauty was undeniable.
He suddenly leaned down to kiss her, and instinctively, though her eyes were covered, Zhu Nanzhi closed them, as she had long been accustomed to following his lead, her cheeks a deeper red.