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Chapter 163: Can Any Girl Be More Delicate Than the One Before Me?

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Can Any Girl Be More Delicate Than the One Before Me?

A gentle breath brushed past Cui Yun’s ear, feeling somewhat ticklish. Cui Yun casually responded, and then said, "The umbrella is propped up now."

As soon as his voice fell, Shen Hua replied with a nasal sound, and was promptly carried out of the school building on Cui Yun’s back.

Shen Hua: ...

So, this time you aren’t even saying it’s an offense?

Shen Hua didn’t have time to ponder deeply, as her attention quickly shifted to the umbrella surface that was about to collapse under the force of the wind.

The girl lacked strength, and soon felt a sourness in her wrist. A loss of grip caused the umbrella to tilt haphazardly.

Just as the umbrella was about to slant the next moment, Cui Yun’s eyes dimmed, and he called out solemnly.

"Ying Yi!"

Before his words had settled, a shadow charged forth and caught the umbrella tumbling out of Shen Hua’s hands in the blink of an eye, so fast that not a drop of rain fell on the girl.

Shen Hua turned her head to look at the unfamiliar Ying Yi, then looked back at her own delicate, fragile, boneless hands. She was utterly unable to react.

"..."

Cui Yun: "My fault for overestimating you."

Shen Hua plaintively: "I overestimated myself as well."

Once she collected herself, with nothing in her hands, it seemed inappropriate to grasp Cui Yun’s shoulders, and any other place felt awkward. That’s when she heard the man above her speak in a faint voice.

"Do you remember what I said that night?"

With that question, Shen Hua’s heart settled completely, and the awkwardness dissipated like smoke.

About her cousin’s matter! Of course, she remembered!

The girl naturally placed her hand on Cui Yun’s shoulder, clutching the fabric there.

Raindrops raged down, striking the umbrella with a ’whooshing’ roar.

Shen Hua had always been a girl who would take an inch and seek a mile, naturally unwilling to put on a pretense of demure refusal.

Other girls perhaps would.

——I can walk on my own.

Shen Hua: No, she couldn’t.

Her embroidered shoes could not get wet!!!

With the slanting wind and chill water splashing onto her face, Shen Hua frowned slightly, and without a word, she could sense that Cui Yun, seemingly effortless, picked up the pace.

After a moment of silence, Shen Hua felt quite pleased: "Am I very light?"

Cui Yun cast his eyes downward.

"Quite heavy."

Shen Hua: ???

??????

What kind of thing is that to say?

Seeing her about to flare up, Cui Yun pondered for a moment and then said,

"But, at least I can carry you."

Shen Hua was not comforted at all.

She pursed her lips: "It’s because I’m wearing a lot."

Cui Yun emitted a nonchalant hum in response.

"Really."

"Hmm."

"Doctor Ni also said I’m too thin."

"Hmm."

Shen Hua: "..."

Hmph!

Perhaps seeing her quiet down completely, Cui Yun relaxed his furrowed brow and asked in a lower voice.

"Why did you stop talking?"

Shen Hua: "..."

Do you think you’re very amusing?

Upon arriving at the East Courtyard, aside from the raincoat, she was completely dry.

In contrast, Cui Yun was thoroughly wet, his robe so soaked that water could be wrung from it.

On the way, he was silent but protected Shen Hua excellently.

On the road, per Cui Yun’s instructions, most of the lean of the umbrella was towards Shen Hua.

The girl finally felt a bit guilty.

Her fingertips curled, as if she came to understand why Cui Yun had not worn the raincoat.

Because he would always end up getting wet.

Therefore, the girl urged, "I don’t have any spare clothes here, cousin, please hurry back."

Just at that time, Ji Qing came over.

"I have brought them."

"My lord, you must not neglect yourself and catch a cold. You’ve been busy with the matters of the Ministry of Justice these past days, and didn’t close your eyes at all last night. Even the strongest body cannot withstand such exhaustion."

Shen Hua, in a rush, said, "Cousin, you might as well change inside."

"There are many vacant rooms in the East Courtyard; you can choose any one you like."

Cui Yun fixedly looked at her for a moment, as if evaluating something. Just when Shen Hua thought there might be something on her face, he calmly shifted his gaze, took the clothes from Ji Qing’s hands and headed to the nearest vacant room. When he returned, the noble son’s demeanor was as distinguished and naturally graceful as ever.

As Cui Yun approached, he looked intently at Shen Hua. Yet he gave orders to the servant.

"Serve the meal."

Shen Hua suddenly looked up.

"Cousin, you plan to eat here?"

Shen Hua: "I don’t think it’s quite appropriate."

No sooner had she finished asking than she saw Ji Qing carrying Cui Yun’s wet clothes out.

Shen Hua paused, then considerately entered the room to pull out a chair.

"Cousin, please sit."

The kitchen must ensure that the dishes are served warm to the master, but the heavy rain inevitably brought delays.

Shen Hua and Cui Yun sat facing each other.

She sipped the ginger soup in small sips, its spiciness irritating her throat. It was indeed a mystery how Cui Yun could drink it without changing his expression.

"Soon, there will be a celebration at Yongchang Marquis Mansion. If you are interested, why not join us? I will mention it to Mama."

Shen Hua was not interested.

Still, she couldn’t help asking, "Will other cousins be going too?"

"No."

Cui Yun said in a low voice, "Only you."

Shen Hua felt the special treatment.

Her interest was piqued.

"Then I will go."

Cui Yun couldn’t help but explain, "Yongchang Marquis Mansion is my maternal family’s house; there’s no need to be intimidated. Xuan Chen is getting married, and he is my cousin; you can just call him as I do."

Shen Hua nodded innocently: "I understand, they are all our own relatives."

Cui Yun paused.

He hadn’t expected that Shen Hua would adapt even more than himself.

The lights inside the room flickered, while outside, the howling wind was unbridled.

This season was the best time for mutton. It nourishes qi, enriches yin, warms and fills the body, and drives away evil with robust energy.

What the kitchen sent over was a mutton hot pot with fish maw, antler, and dried scallops added, shining golden in color.

"The cooks at the mansion are skilled at making mutton hot pot," Cui Yun commented mildly.

Shen Hua, eating other small dishes, dared not touch the mutton hot pot, but it was difficult to disregard Cui Yun’s intention, and with reluctance, she took a spoonful from the soup bowl. The taste was unexpectedly delicious and had no gamey odor.

The girl’s eyes brightened.

She ventured to pick up a piece of meat and took a gentle bite. Its fragrance was rich, the meat succulent and tender, neither greasy nor tough but delicately soft and clear.

"Previously, the kitchen maids at my mansion also made mutton, but it was truly hard to swallow."

She had been persuaded to eat a piece once and vomited on the spot. After that, this dish never appeared on the dining table again.

Cui Yun nodded: "Medicinal tonics are inferior to food tonics, and food tonics are inferior to soup tonics. If you are afraid of the cold, you should eat more of it."

Shen Hua nodded her head seriously and continued biting into the mutton, her mouth full and bulging.

After the meal, the dishes were removed one by one. Seeing the unmistakable tiredness in the man opposite, Shen Hua asked softly, "Cousin, you have been busy for many days; will you be busy tomorrow? If you are, you should return early and rest."

Cui Yun’s eyes trembled. He recalled the words that Xuan Chen had said to him years ago.

——Girls are often delicate, including Miss Shen from Duke Wen’s Mansion, who is betrothed to me. She’s usually very sensible, but once because I neglected her due to my studies, she became temperamental. She wouldn’t admit it and always spoke against her true feelings.

Cui Yun had scoffed at the time. He even thought Xuan Chen was losing face by being led around by a girl.

But now, Cui Yun frowned.

Could even the most capricious girl compare to the one before him?

When it comes to official duties versus girls, official duties are naturally more important, but if Shen Hua made a fuss, he feared he would not have the patience to appease her.

He glanced at Shen Hua with a heavy look.

"Therefore, I can’t find the time to accompany you."

Shen Hua was taken aback: "Ah?"

Cui Yun was calm, his voice betraying no emotion: "Miss Shen, please bear with me."