Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 105: Of course, buried himself!

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Of course, buried himself!

Cui Yun: ...

Shen Hua saw that Cui Yun ignored her and licked her lips again, asking for water.

"It shouldn’t be too hot or too cold, and you should put eighty-eight pieces of sugar in it. This number is even and auspicious, you have to count carefully."

"The teacup should be made from the sweet white porcelain of the Yulan flower, from Taoyuan County."

She was about to make another whimsical request.

With a heaviness in her hand, the yellow pear wood teacup was brought over. There was no sugar, and it even felt a bit hot to the touch, none of Shen Hua’s demands were met.

Shen Hua pouted.

Cui Yun would not indulge her: "It’s just boiled water, if you don’t drink it, put it down."

Shen Hua’s cheeks grew redder, as if burning. But she was really too thirsty, and seeing Cui Yun showing no concession, she could only reluctantly bring it to her lips.

She blew on it, sipping little by little.

After drinking the water, she did not settle down at all. The girl stared straight at Cui Yun’s bracelet.

"Where did you buy this? I’ll go buy one myself soon."

Cui Yun squinted his eyes, subconsciously fiddling with it.

"It was a gift from someone else."

Since that incident, Cui Yun had grown to detest witchcraft profoundly; a True Man from Sanqing Temple specially gave him this bracelet to ward off evil spirits.

He had been wearing it for many years. Apart from that one time when Shen Hua vomited blood, Cui Yun had never taken it off.

Shen Hua felt a little disappointed: "So I can’t buy it?"

Cui Yun did not speak, his eyelids lowered in deep thought. The light filtering through the door curtain gently fell on the man’s profile, highlighting his high nose, and his noble and elegant eyebrows and eyes, occasionally casting a somewhat eerily enchanting shadow.

Shen Hua understood.

She had never lost out on getting anything she wanted.

If she couldn’t buy it, she would steal it.

Morality?

Immoral.

She was an inherently immoral girl, after all.

Without hesitation, Shen Hua lunged forward towards him.

If Cui Yun decided to dodge, he naturally would not let the girl succeed, but Shen Hua was so delicate, if she got hurt and started to cry bitterly.

It was due to Cui Yun’s sluggishness that Shen Hua managed to fling herself into his arms.

Although Shen Hua was thin, the mink fur she wore was heavy, the force with which she flung herself was considerable. But Cui Yun, stable and unshaken, instinctively grabbed the girl’s waist with his well-defined hands.

The fluffy mink fur sank where Cui Yun’s hands touched.

Her waist was very slim. Following was the scent of medicine mixed with the fragrance of a young girl, subtly entering his nose.

Cui Yun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His breathing paused.

"What is this nonsense!"

He scolded.

After steadying Shen Hua, Cui Yun quickly let go.

However, Shen Hua’s eyes shone brightly, and taking advantage of Cui Yun’s slight distraction, she successfully slipped off the Vajra Bodhi Bracelet.

Without a word, she wrapped it around her own wrist. The girl’s jade wrist was so white that it gleamed, slender and delicate. Undoubtedly, it was too large for her, so Shen Hua wrapped it around twice. But it still hung loosely.

The behavior of a bandit.

Cui Yun watched Shen Hua like this, as if he wouldn’t even bother to stop her if this little girl poked a hole in front of him.

Shen Hua lifted her wrist, scrutinizing it carefully for a while. Suddenly, she spoke dully.

"Today is my coming-of-age ceremony."

She didn’t return to her seat across the table, but casually sat on the table in front of Cui Yun, facing him closely.

She buried her head, muttering softly: "I really hate it."

"They still want to take me back, but on what grounds?"

Naturally, she was referring to Shen Qu and the clan elders.

"My Daddy is too unwilling to let me sacrifice for the Shen Family, what makes them think I should resign myself to their manipulation?"

Shen Hua still remembered her own death in a past life. At that time, it felt as if her heart was being violently seized, the pain causing her entire body to convulse. She was tied up securely, the blood surging up her throat soaked the cloth in her mouth, dripping down drop by drop forming a spray of blood.

She couldn’t shout, couldn’t call for help.

She endured it rigidly, then felt her body steadily stiffening.

She whispered very softly: "Why could they kill me, yet they are living well now. Is it because I am a girl, so my life is cheap?"

Cui Yun’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on her.

"A daughter of the Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop, how can her life be cheap?"

"It’s the decadence of the times, human hearts are no longer ancient."

Shen Hua looked at him injured: "They all say I’m not a good girl."

"Keep your original aspirations, and do not be bound by convention. Although you’re somewhat delicate, you act as if you’re superior, and you display a remarkable familiarity with acting like a bandit. But..."

He suddenly changed his tone.

But Shen Hua has not had it easy.

A girl’s struggle isn’t only against the entire Shen Family that watch her like a hawk, but also against the judgment of society. When he hurried to Fengzhou, Shen Hua never yielded once.

Her spine has never bent in the slightest.

Shen Hua has already done very well.

Seeing her genuine interest in the bracelet, Cui Yun said, "If you like it, I will give it to you as a gift for your coming-of-age ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hua lifted her wrist, and even her lips curled up, brightening her mood.

"It looks better on me than on you."

Cui Yun: "And then?"

Shen Hua gave him a sweet, coquettish smile. Her eyes were still red, but her smile was radiant and beautiful.

"Then, it’s mine."

Pear garden.

Shen Hua jumped off the carriage, playful enough then naturally grew tired.

Yicui anxiously couldn’t stand it: "Madam, quickly give the bracelet back."

Shen Hua covered her wrist like a thief.

"Hey."

"I’m not listening to you."

She swaggered towards entering the courtyard.

Here, Ningzhu heard the commotion and hurriedly came out to greet.

"Madam."

Shen Hua giggled lightly.

"When I went out, you said you wanted to embroider, how is it going?"

Ningzhu: "It’s still not presentable."

"This can’t be rushed. Beginning to learn embroidery involves framing, drafting, threading, and embroidering from easy to difficult. It sounds simple, but it’s all about mastering the techniques."

Just then, Yicui watched the girl in front of her abruptly stop walking.

Shen Hua stopped talking about embroidery with Ningzhu.

Holding up her head to check the sky, she then turned to ask, "Cui Yun, where is my umbrella?"

Just as Cui Yun was about to leave: ....

"What do you need an umbrella for, Madam?"

She murmured softly: "It’s about to rain."

Under a clear sky, where was it going to rain?

Shen Hua looked around and then jogged towards the rice fields.

She knelt down, not minding the dirt, and started digging with her bare hands.

Cui Yun didn’t leave, and as he came closer, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Digging a hole."

"Why are you digging a hole?"

Shen Hua looked at Cui Yun with a gaze that conveyed annoyance as if he didn’t understand anything.

"Of course, to bury myself in it!"

Cui Yun watched her with an indescribable expression, not waiting for him to ask further.

Shen Hua took the initiative to inform: "I’m a mushroom now."

"Shen Hua." The man called her.

Shen Hua looked at Cui Yun with her luminescent black eyes.

The man moved closer, as if playing with an intriguing object, his fingertip brushed against Shen Hua’s smooth cheek, eventually brushing away the droplets on her quivering eyelashes.

"Will you remember when you wake up?"

Shen Hua nodded solemnly, not without a hint of pride.

"I have a very good memory."

Especially for holding grudges.

The delicacy of his fingertip darkened Cui Yun’s expression subtly as he looked at Shen Hua, murmuring lowly, "It’s better that way."

He also looked forward to whether such a face-saving girl, upon waking, would smash her head in grievance.