Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 352 Spring Night Sentiments

As dusk deepened, the sunset painted the sky a magnificent orange-red.

Shi Wanxia dragged her tired body slowly into the house, the heavy vegetable basket in her hands making her wrists ache.

This banquet, originally intended to find suitable talent, unexpectedly turned into an ordeal.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard the sound of crisp footsteps.

The three girls, Shuyun, Qinglan, and Qinghuan, with their sharp eyes, quickly came forward to greet them.

"Sister Shi, you're finally back!"

Shuyun was overjoyed. She reached out and took the vegetable basket from Shi Wanxia's hand. Her eyes fell on the fresh vegetables, meat and poultry, and she looked puzzled.

"Didn't my sister go to a banquet? Why did she bring back so much food?"

Before he could finish speaking, Choi Ji-ho quickly stopped him with a look.

He looked at Shi Wanxia's pale face and felt a pang of heartache. "Miss Shuyun, Miss Shi is a little tired today. I'll trouble you ladies to take care of dinner. I'll take her back to her room to rest first."

Before Shuyun and the others could react, Cui Zhihao disregarded his manners and half-embraced Shi Wanxia's exhausted body.

After days of running around and getting tired, Shi Wanxia was so sleepy that she couldn't stand it anymore. She subconsciously leaned against his warm embrace, feeling as if she had no bones and was limp and weak.

Upon seeing this, the three girls, Shuyun, Qinglan, and Qinghuan, blushed instantly.

They exchanged a shy glance, quickly picked up their shopping baskets, and hurriedly left the hall.

Choi Ji-ho watched their retreating figures, feeling both amused and exasperated.

But looking down at the sleepy Shi Wanxia in his arms, he couldn't bear to wake her.

After hesitating for a moment, he gently bent down and picked Shi Wanxia up in his arms.

Stepping out of the hall, the moonlight, like water, quietly spilled into the courtyard.

A gentle spring breeze caused the peach blossoms in the courtyard to fall one after another, like a pink rain of flowers.

Petals danced in the wind, many landing on Shi Wanxia, ​​adding to her gentleness and charm.

Looking at the person in his arms, Cui Zhihao's heart involuntarily fluttered.

Under the moonlight, Shi Wanxia's face was as white as jade, with delicate pink peach blossoms falling on her eyebrows and hair, making her look as beautiful as a dream, as if she were a fairy who had accidentally fallen to earth, making him unable to look away.

He gently bounced Shi Wanxia in his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, afraid that she would be disturbed by the falling petals.

The path back to their room wasn't long, but under the moonlight, their shadows stretched out long, creating an indescribably beautiful and romantic scene.

With one arm around Shi Wanxia, ​​Cui Zhihao pushed open the door to her bedroom.

The room was filled with a faint floral fragrance, warm and peaceful.

He carefully placed Shi Wanxia on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Shi Wanxia seemed to sense the departure of a familiar presence. In a daze, she reached out and grabbed Cui Zhihao's sleeve, pulling him sharply.

Although Cui Zhihao was skilled in martial arts, he was completely unprepared for Shi Wanxia. Caught off guard, he leaned forward and fell next to Shi Wanxia.

The two were instantly very close, so close that they could see each other's delicate skin and feel each other's warm breath.

Shi Wanxia fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware, but Cui Zhihao's cheeks were flushed and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

He tried to get up, feeling helpless, but Shi Wanxia grabbed his arm.

Shi Wanxia's soft breasts pressed tightly against his arm through her clothes. This intimate contact made Cui Zhihao, who always considered himself a gentleman, blush instantly, his ears and face turning as red as ripe peaches.

"Late summer..."

Choi Ji-ho called out softly, his voice trembling with a hint of panic.

But Shi Wanxia remained asleep, only holding his arm even tighter.

Helpless, Cui Zhihao could only remain in this somewhat awkward position, gazing tenderly at the sleeping Shi Wanxia.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, the panic in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by tenderness.

The night is getting darker.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, bathing the two of them and adding a touch of hazy beauty to the tranquil room.

Cui Zhihao quietly stayed by Shi Wanxia's side, listening to her even breathing and feeling the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

He secretly made up his mind that he would protect the woman who had captured his heart.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Choi Ji-ho's forehead, and his numb right arm had lost all feeling.

Shi Wanxia's fingertips curled unconsciously, like a small animal tightly gripping his wrist.

The curves of his body, barely visible beneath the silk nightgown, rose and fell gently with his breath, each subtle friction like a feather teasing his taut nerves.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. As a descendant of the Cui family, he had grown up under strict etiquette and discipline since childhood. Although he had maids serving him, he had never had such intimate contact with a woman.

At this moment, Shi Wanxia's soft body was close at hand, but he dared not overstep the bounds in the slightest, for fear that he might accidentally defile the girl he cherished in his heart.

"Miss Shi..."

Choi Jiho leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Shi Wanxia's reddened earlobes.

"Let me go first; it's against etiquette."

He deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of helplessness and doting, but the person in his arms only let out a soft moan, burying their face even deeper, while the softness of their chest pressed even more tightly against him.

"Ugh, those annoying mosquitoes..."

Shi Wanxia mumbled something and waved her hand, unconsciously hugging his arm even tighter.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon her peaceful sleeping face, her eyelashes casting fine shadows beneath her eyes, and her rosy lips slightly pouting, like an alluring cherry.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Choi Ji-ho's tightly clenched lips unconsciously curled up, and a sweet feeling welled up in his heart.

The night breeze carried the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms through the window screen. Cui Zhihao gazed at the person in his arms and finally sighed softly.

The sound of the clapper at midnight came from afar. He could no longer maintain his half-kneeling position, so he carefully took off his embroidered shoes and lay down on his side next to Shi Wanxia.

When he gently pulled her into his arms, Shi Wanxia immediately nestled into his embrace like a fledgling bird finding a warm nest, her nose rubbing against his warm chest.

Cui Zhihao felt his blood boiling, the softness in his arms carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl, making him almost hold his breath.

He forced himself to look at the top of the tent, counting the dark cloud patterns on it, trying to calm his restless mind.

The moonlight on this spring night was like water, casting tender silhouettes of the two people on the wall.

After some time, the sound of the night watchman striking the gong came from outside the window.

Cui Zhihao looked down at Shi Wanxia's peaceful sleeping face and suddenly noticed that fine beads of sweat were on her eyebrows and her eyelashes were trembling nervously.

"Don't be afraid..."

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead as if possessed. "I'm here."

Shi Wanxia suddenly opened her eyes, and through her blurry vision came Cui Zhihao's tense yet gentle face.

The close proximity of the two instantly brought her to her senses, her cheeks flushed red, and she frantically tried to push him away.

"I'm so sorry!"

Choi Ji-ho sat up in a fluster, his ears turning bright red. "I noticed you weren't sleeping soundly..."

"Brother Cui, you...how did you get here?"

Shi Wanxia pulled the blanket over her burning face, her voice muffled by the covers.

Choi Ji-ho scratched his head, his usual composure completely gone: "You're holding onto my arm tightly, I really can't pull myself away..."

Morning light streamed through the window curtains, illuminating the enchanting atmosphere inside the room.

Shi Wanxia peeked out from under the covers with her big, watery eyes, which met Cui Zhihao's flustered and averted gaze.

They both turned their faces away at the same time, hearing each other's rapid heartbeats, and the lingering feelings from the spring night quietly spread in the morning light.