Fu Zhen said: "..."
This guy, he was the one who said he wanted to move out initially, and now he’s in a rush to move back. What’s he up to?
Pei Zhan didn’t care much about all that. The hot water was ready over there, so he imdiately went to wash up and ca back with his robe tightly secured.
But wearing it so tightly, and his robe fitting snugly around him...
Fu Zhen picked up the half-cup of cold tea beside her and drank it, then glanced at him and said, "Loosen your clothes!"
Pei Zhan looked down at himself and shook his head, "No. Loosening it would be more inappropriate."
Fu Zhen said, "You look more inappropriate like this."
Look at how he’s dressed, what does he look like?
Wearing a tight robe with a belt, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated, and combined with his long arms and legs, the wet strands of hair clinging to one side of his face unintentionally softened his cold deanor and made him look full of youthful energy — who is he trying to seduce?
No wonder Su Xing Er would say Fu Zhen got a good deal by marrying him. This guy, even if you can’t have him, just looking at him is a feast for the eyes!
Pei Zhan didn’t loosen his robe as she suggested.
He sat down: "Sleeping with wet hair makes it easy to get sick, how about we chat for a bit first?"
Fu Zhen didn’t oppose.
She said, "Why did Guo Song and the others ss up?"
Pei Zhan replied, "That’s one reason; the other is my mother keeps urging to give her grandchildren, and if I keep sleeping in the study, she’ll keep nagging . It’s better if I move back, at least she’ll calm down a bit!"
After saying this, he changed the topic: "Do you think I should have soone move a screen over to block tomorrow?"
Fu Zhen could only admire his skill in avoiding the main issue. She sat on the chair beneath the bed: "No need. Tomorrow I’ll have soone clean up the east wing, and you can stay there."
Pei Zhan thought for a mont: "Okay."
It was already good that she didn’t oppose his moving back.
After saying this, he took out a hairpin to tie up his half-dry hair.
Fu Zhen caught sight of the hairpin, the very one she had given him earlier, and said, "Seems like you’re quite satisfied with it."
Pei Zhan slowly tied up his hair and then slowly lowered his hand: "This is the first ti in my life a girl gave a gift out of gratitude, of course, I cherish it."
Fu Zhen was curious: "Hasn’t any girl given you a gift before?"
Pei Zhan glanced at her: "No."
Fu Zhen smiled and said, "I don’t believe it."
"Believe what you want." Pei Zhan sat cross-legged on the bed, "Since the gifts never reached , they don’t count as received."
Fu Zhen laughed again, then she furrowed her brows.
Pei Zhan asked, "What’s wrong?"
"I suddenly rembered that Xu Yin still has so of my things. Soday I should get them all back and destroy them."
"What things?" Pei Zhan looked at her, "What things?"
She actually had things in Xu the thief’s hands? How could he tolerate that?!
Fu Zhen’s gaze fixed on his face, propping her chin on her elbow: "You’re concerned about that? Why don’t you ask when I had any dealings with Xu Yin? When I ntioned it, shouldn’t you have wondered why I have things with him?"
Pei Zhan cleared his throat, looked away: "Then why do you have things with him?"
"Because I’ve known him for many years." Fu Zhen leaned forward a bit, "And I used to be quite close with him. Smart as you are, General Pingxi, shouldn’t you be asking now, given my age, how could it be possible for to have known him for so many years?"
Pei Zhanding sat for a while, then lowered his crossed legs, walked to the table, picked up the tea and took a sip: "In this vast sea of people, even if you know him, it’s not so strange. Why should I ask so much?"
Fu Zhen raised an eyebrow: "But when I said I knew Liang Ning, you didn’t say that. You said given my age, there was no way I could have any dealings with Liang Ning."
"Different tis, different thinking." Pei Zhan faced away from her, taking sips of tea one after another, "As it turns out, you did have dealings with her, and quite a bit at that. I’ve broadened my horizons, so I’m not going to be so narrow-minded anymore."
"Is that so." Fu Zhen put her hand down, side-eyeing him: "Then why don’t you ask when Xu Yin wanted to kill ?"
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