Chapter 4 — Bad Mi

Dark circles were clearly visible under his eyes. The words were also colder and more distant than a few days ago. But... I just heard that cold, clear voice speak. My whole body is covered in goosebumps. Exactly like the last sentence in last night's dream. "Can you blow for me?"… In the carriage. Tong Uan sat upright and then moved to the side. The scent of sandalwood on his body wafted into my nose, making my mouth and tongue dry. I could only wave the incense fan to dispel the heat in my body. Maybe seeing me keep waving my fan made him unhappy. He suppressed his anger, clenched his fist and asked in a cold voice: "Does being next to me... make you so uncomfortable?" "What else?" "The carriage is not big, you still insist on squeezing in." "Moreover, you are a man and a woman. The two of us sitting in the same carriage is inherently inappropriate." "If other young men see it, won't my reputation be ruined?" "Who else can I marry at that time?" I just said. finished talking. He snatched the fan from my hand. "Huh." "Are you also afraid of losing your reputation?" "In my opinion... you are very good at ruining other people's reputations." Sure enough, Tong Uan still holds a grudge. Ten years have passed, and even an iron pestle can still be ground into a needle. Yet his heart is probably only the size of a red bean. Parents used to teach. I am the daughter of a noble family. As a person, I must be generous. I don't bother to agree with him. But just rest assured and help him choose fabric in the store. Who would have thought that when he took measurements, he would start making trouble. Tong Uan criticized the second lieutenant and the shopkeeper for being clumsy. Then just keep staring at me. "Yesterday your mother also boasted to my mother that you are very good at women's work." "You measure me." "How is that possible? You are not my husband, on what basis do I..." I haven't finished yet. Tong Uan sighed softly. "Sigh..." "Every time it rains and windy, it hurts me." "Or you can help me..." I frantically used a handkerchief to cover his mouth. "Measure it." "Why keep mentioning that!" I angrily yanked the tape measure. Seeing Tong Uan smile proudly again. He spread his arms and stood straight. He looked leisurely as if nothing happened. "Then please, Miss Manh." He also deliberately prolonged his voice. Wait until I get closer with the tape measure. He suddenly moved his chest forward half an inch. My face turned red and I put my hand on his shoulder. The fingertips penetrated the thick layer of brocade and touched the warmth on the body. The familiar feeling of confusion welled up in my heart again. Now he is half a head taller than my father. The shoulders are also much wider. When I looped the tape measure around his chest, I had to stand on tiptoes to barely reach the other end. Even those hands full of calluses. I couldn't help but put my hand on it and compare it... it's really big. Until you measure up to the sleeve. From below the cuffs of the tight martial arts uniform. Suddenly, a red streak appeared. "What is that?"... I was about to raise my hand to see when Tong Uan suddenly withdrew his hand. His ears were dyed a light red color, and his throat under the protective collar rolled up and down slightly. "Men and women are not intimate." "Huh~" I deliberately waved the tape measure. "Now you know that men and women are not intimate?" "Then why didn't you say when I measured your clothes just now?" He just looked at me quietly. Those deep eyes made me automatically close my mouth. Sunset fell, the wine flag fluttered in the wind. The sound of Tieu Nhi inviting guests mixed with the scent of wine spreading through the wind throughout Chu Tuoc street. I walked with him a few more shops and finally stopped at Phan Lau to rest. Before I could even open my mouth, he called the second child to bring three servings of cinnamon flower wine, cinnamon cake, and even a dish of milk sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Tieu Dao gently nudged my hand and winked. Seeing Tong Uan push the cup of cinnamon flower wine in front of me, she smiled and said: "Vi Tong

This little general really has a heart." I pursed my lips and secretly smiled. Biting someone with a soft mouth, catching someone with a short arm... so I became a little less wary of him. "Listening to what my mother said..." "You still haven't gotten married yet?" "Or... no one pleases your eyes?" The sweet wine in my mouth immediately no longer tasted good. "Hmph, General Song doesn't know about this." Tieu Dao immediately spoke up. Mr. Vuong, from the son of the Household Ministry to the famous masters throughout the capital... I don't know how many young masters have sent cards and love letters to our young lady." "Especially Mr. Ly of the medicine family, waiting until he's about to turn to stone." "It's because my young lady's eyes are too high, it's not that no one cares." I laughed exaggeratedly. "Oh my~" "Don't talk to him so much." "He's just returned to the capital, how can he know how welcome I am?" Tieu Dao helped me unburden myself in front of Tong Uan. I smiled and conveniently stuffed a piece of sweet jam into her mouth. Tong Uan glanced at me. He took a sip of tea and put down the cup. "Is it not pleasing to the eye..." "Or is there someone in my heart?" Is there someone in my heart? I had never thought about that. But when I raised my head, I faced her deep phoenix eyes. Tong Uan, my already peaceful heart is pounding non-stop. Maybe... I'm really sick. "No way." To hide my confusion. My mouth is faster than my head. "Just ask me." "Then why haven't you come out yet?" "Or... you can't?" "In my opinion, if you have an illness, you have to cure it." "It's not wise to hide your illness for fear of the teacher." As soon as he finished speaking, the normally noisy Phan Lau suddenly became quiet. Guests. Even Mr. Tieu was sitting at the cashier.