Qin Jiran’s movents paused as he ate, though there had always been interactions between the two at the dinner table, most of it consisted of him serving Yanyi, while Yanyi seldom did the sa for him, let alone utter such words.
"You’ll make it for again in the future?" While this was a delightful prospect, sothing he truly looked forward to, why did he still find it a bit odd? The sudden gentleness, care, and dosticity from Yanyi were sothing he was really not quite used to.
"Yanyi, have you been stimulated by sothing?" Qin Jiran tentatively asked, feeling that the evening’s changes must sohow be connected to the morning’s events. However, if it was about the fan incident, he could assert it wasn’t that because Yanyi definitely wouldn’t dwell on such a trivial matter until now. So what else could it be?
Qin Jiran reflected seriously, then rembered the conversation they had afterward, but that seed to reveal nothing significant. Moreover, in the end, they had spent ti together in bed, which seed quite pleasant without anything out of the ordinary.
"You think I’ve been stimulated?" Su Yanyi wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at Qin Jiran with a teasing gaze as she asked.
"It was a bit different in the morning, and it feels the sa now. If it’s not because of so stimulus, then it’s because you’re...." Here, Qin Jiran hesitated, as if he was considering what to say next.
"Because I’m what? Why don’t you go on?" Su Yanyi was quite interested to hear Qin Jiran’s analysis, wanting to see just how well this man understood her.
"I have two guesses. First, you’re teasing to see my reaction. The second..." He stopped again, as if it was difficult to continue with this possibility.
"Go on..." Su Yanyi encouraged, looking like an eager listener.
"Perhaps, you want to try a different style, cough, I an, perhaps you want to experience a different kind of wife?" Qin Jiran spoke with difficulty, and indeed felt even more conflicted internally. Yanyi in the morning had been charming and sweet, like a little woman seeking affection; Yanyi in the evening seed gentle and considerate, like a virtuous little wife. This obviously didn’t fit Yanyi’s usual style, which led Qin Jiran to such speculation.
Perhaps Her Majesty the Queen was attempting to figure out how to be a virtuous wife and good mother? This was the question Qin Jiran most wanted to ask, but didn’t dare to voice directly, lest it sounded like he was saying Yanyi wasn’t virtuous enough. That’s why he stamred out those words, unsure if Yanyi understood his aning.
"A different kind of wife? How is it different?" While speaking, Su Yanyi picked up the soup ladle and scooped a bowl of soup for Qin Jiran, placing it in front of him. That movent, that deanor, was truly the epito of virtuousness.
But looking at Su Yanyi like this, Qin Jiran felt a mix of hot and cold, incredibly uncomfortable, and dared not speak loudly for fear of setting off Yanyi’s nerves and potentially worsening her mood.
Although the gentle, virtuous, coquettish, and charming Su Yanyi also thrilled him, he actually preferred Yanyi to be more her usual self.
"You an... you want to be more virtuous?" Qin Jiran asked cautiously.
Su Yanyi had been watching Qin Jiran all along with a gaze that carried a hint of amusent, finding the man’s cautious manner rather entertaining.
"Hehe, do you think I wasn’t virtuous enough before?" Suddenly, Su Yanyi laughed.
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