Chapter 228: Chapter 228

Pei Shu’er refused very straightforwardly.

"No need, since it was a rescue, it means we are destined. You should keep it well and give it to the woman you love later."

She just saw that this jade hairpin was a gift from the male lead to the female lead.

Though it wasn’t a token of love, it was still very precious.

After all, the original text used some ink on it.

Plus, there was no need to take something from Yan Huan Yu.

Although it was important to maintain a good relationship with the male lead, even if she had thick skin, she wouldn’t take something from a child.

Tang Zan’s expression looked a bit better.

Once Pei Shu’er said this, Yan Huan Yu lowered his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t reply.

However, that smile still felt very healing and warm, like a neighborly younger brother.

The two walked together, but Tang Zan didn’t let go of Pei Shu’er.

Once they were out of Yan Huan Yu’s sight, Pei Shu’er began to struggle and whispered.

"Tang Zan, everyone is watching us, let go quickly."

Tang Zan raised an eyebrow, "I act aboveboard and don’t mind others seeing."

After speaking, Tang Zan stopped walking and leaned in to whisper in Pei Shu’er’s ear.

His male hormones surrounded Pei Shu’er, making her feel an intense sense of pressure.

"But why, the moment you see Yan Huan Yu, do you want me to let go?"

Pei Shu’er had a big "unjust" written across her face.

"It’s just a coincidence, a coincidence, you know?"

Tang Zan snorted coldly, the air pressure around them dropped, his face was quite gloomy.

Yet he never let go of Pei Shu’er’s hand.

This kind of show-off behavior, declaring ownership, seemed really childish to Pei Shu’er.

From struggling initially, Pei Shu’er was ultimately forced to accept it.

It was no big deal, just think of it as holding hands with an older child.

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But wearing gloves under this blazing sun during early autumn, when the weather wasn’t particularly cold yet, was rather insane.

When they finally returned to Tang Zan’s military tent, Pei Shu’er noticed that there was still only a bed big enough for Tang Zan to sleep on.

Pei Shu’er said, "How are we supposed to sleep?"

Tang Zan replied, "We are husband and wife, we should sleep together, or else if word spreads, it would harm our reputation."

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow, in ancient times would it really harm the reputation of a couple if they didn’t sleep together?

Tang Zan said, "If rumors spread that there’s strife between us, some might take the opportunity to cause trouble. You know, in the military camp, there are always those who can’t stand seeing us doing well."

Pei Shu’er quickly thought of Commander Qian, the Fifteenth Prince, and Doctor Liu in the military camp.

Tang Zan cleared his throat, "Alright, I’ll go get water for you to wash up."

Pei Shu’er said, "No need, I’ll get it myself."

As she was about to get up, Tang Zan folded his arms, a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Pei Shu’er had just started to get up but sat back down steadily at these words, an air of gentle calmness at her cheeks.

Tang Zan’s lips tightened in a smile as he picked up the basin and went to fetch water.

When he returned, Pei Shu’er was already asleep.

She slept very soundly, half her face buried in the quilt, her lips slightly parted, making one feel the urge to kiss.

When she needed to stay alert she was full of energy, but once her tasks were done, she would seize every opportunity to catch up on sleep.

Tang Zan’s intention to wake Pei Shu’er paused; he inexplicably grew hesitant out of tenderness.

He approached Pei Shu’er, placed the basin in front of her.

Removed her shoes and socks, then proceeded to wash her face and feet.

Once he had done all this, he was momentarily stunned, as if he was under a spell.

All these years, when had he ever done anything ?

Yet after being with Pei Shu’er, he found himself doing more and more absurd things.

He let out a bitter chuckle but felt a bittersweet pleasure, even unconsciously softening his actions.

His movements were so gentle, yet Pei Shu’er still awoke and saw the man crouching before her, washing her feet.

Pei Shu’er closed her eyes again.

She thought she must still be dreaming, thus beholding such an unreal scene.

But the tingling under her feet was so real, Tang Zan was lightly washing her feet, his hands very gently playing with them as if they were porcelain.

Pei Shu’er suddenly opened her eyes, couldn’t resist the ticklishness and pulled her foot back.

But she held it in mid-air, unable to place it back on the bed for fear of getting it wet.

So she ended up having her ankle grabbed by Tang Zan.

Tang Zan’s gaze deepened, recalling his dreams where he grabbed Pei Shu’er’s ankle and dragged her over.

Pei Shu’er didn’t notice Tang Zan’s oddness, she wiggled her foot awkwardly, her face flushed as she spoke.

"Tang Zan, you really don’t need to do this."

It was too considerate.

Who would have thought that the man who killed off all but the leads in the original text could be this gentle?

Tang Zan said, "In this military camp, it’s all men — apart from me, who else could wash your feet? I tried calling you, but you wouldn’t wake."

He conveniently ignored Yinxing and the others.

Pei Shu’er’s face reddened, "But..."

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Tang Zan felt the urge to tease her.

"No buts, you worked all day, your feet must be sweaty — how can you go to bed without washing them?"

Actually, Pei Shu’er’s feet had no odor, nor were they sweaty.

When he removed her shoes and socks, he saw her small, delicate, white toes, finding them very different from his dreams.

But even more beautiful, even her feet looked like pieces of art.

Pei Shu’er blushed, "I’ll wash them myself."

Seeing Pei Shu’er’s embarrassed and angry face, Tang Zan knew he shouldn’t tease her excessively.

So he stood aside and spoke in an icy tone.

"Nowadays, seeing a woman’s feet means marrying her. Pei Shu’er, we’ve kissed, slept together, I’ve seen even your feet, you should’ve married me 800 times over."

Pei Shu’er coughed, "Aren’t I your wife already?"

Tang Zan smiled briefly, "I mean a real wife."

Pei Shu’er turned to Tang Zan, and when she saw the teasing in his eyes, she relaxed.

As expected, it was the villain’s naughty delight.

She laughed, "If you really want a wife, how about I make space for you?"

Tang Zan had been half-seriously testing Pei Shu’er, but upon hearing this, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He huffed coldly and walked out of the tent.

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow, thinking Tang Zan needed certain needs met, but the thought of Tang Zan finding a concubine made her instinctively unwilling.

After all, they were still husband and wife; she wasn’t generous enough to willingly accept infidelity, so she made this suggestion.

She thought she was doing him a favor, but unexpectedly Tang Zan was displeased.

She lay back on the bed, it was filled with Tang Zan’s cool sandalwood scent, as if she was embraced by Tang Zan himself.

She felt a bit awkward.