My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 91 - 074 Protect Miss Yun

Just like today.

Wanting to spend more time in their own world, time fell into a loop at a certain hour.

Yun Qian quietly looked at Xu Chang’an’s face and suddenly said, "There’s a reason why time passes slowly."

Xu Chang’an lowered his head, "What reason?"

"Because I want to be with you longer, that’s why time passes slowly," Yun Qian said.

Xu Chang’an was taken aback and said helplessly, "One useless person is enough, Miss... your gaze can occasionally move away from me and look at the outside world, which is also very exciting."

In a girl’s eyes, only a man, in the view of some people, is very useless, lacking self-worth, and a cowardly personality.

"Are you talking about cultivation? Didn’t I promise you that I would cultivate well?" Yun Qian thought her cultivation was Xu Chang’an’s request.

"Do you know why I’m working hard on my cultivation?"

"Why?"

"Because you look beautiful."

"Are you complimenting me?"

In the past, she had no trace of a feminine charm. According to the books... not making herself a beautiful girl was quite a failure.

Yun Qian naturally didn’t want to be a failure.

She did care about her current appearance, of course, this only extended to Xu Chang’an’s evaluation of her.

"I am complimenting you," Xu Chang’an took a deep breath, his hand under Yun Qian’s neck, raising her from his lap, then staring at the girl in front of him.

The girl in the past had eyes like a clear pool, possessing a refined and magnificent temperament when she looked around, making others feel inferior and dared not desecrate her.

Now...

Xu Chang’an said helplessly, "I used to think Miss was cool, but once you get close, you’ll discover you’re soft and sweet like cotton candy... Even for someone as useless as me, I want to protect you well."

"Protect... me?" Yun Qian blinked a little more frequently.

"Otherwise, why would I cultivate?" Xu Chang’an rolled a strand of Yun Qian’s long hair in his hand, reminding her, "Miss also needs to lessen my burden a bit."

"What do you mean?" Yun Qian asked.

"If you cultivate well, once you have a cultivation base, the burden on my shoulders will naturally be less," Xu Chang’an said matter-of-factly.

Having a cultivation base, one can know how vast and exciting the outside world is. He wants to see it with Yun Qian, so the cultivation of both is indispensable.

And today, from the moment they met Wen Li, it was the beginning of everything.

"Am I a burden?" Yun Qian grabbed Xu Chang’an’s wrist.

"Danger is, Miss is not," Xu Chang’an said.

"Hmm," Yun Qian responded, thinking she should cultivate well.

Moreover, Xu Chang’an reminded her of something.

She... meeting a little "danger" appropriately is very necessary, just like when a knife cut her hand, Xu Chang’an would get nervous.

She really wanted to be protected by him; it must be a very comforting experience.

—

Yun Qian said seriously, "It’s settled, you have to protect me well."

"Hmm," Xu Chang’an nodded seriously, looking at Yun Qian’s slightly trembling eyes, not knowing why but able to feel her inner turmoil.

"..."

Outside the window, the rain stopped for a moment, sunlight pierced through the clouds, bringing a touch of steady glow to the world.

A girl begging someone else to protect her?

This kind of thing is very strange because, logically speaking, if someone could hear such words from her mouth... something extraordinary must have happened.

At least until now, even encountering a break in the river of time, the collapse of cosmic principles, or countless past and present, all four directions condensed into a singularity after everything restarted, in the eyes of the girl, was also a matter of course, not a bit of danger, no need for anyone to protect her.

"?" Xu Chang’an picked up the teacup to drink tea, then his eye twitched, squinting at the lines of Celestial Dao Points starting to rise.

The system was acting up again, hadn’t been normal for a few days... don’t know what the problem is.

Turning his attention away from the system, Xu Chang’an looked at the empty teacup, and then picked up the teapot in front of him, only to see it full of frosting.

He couldn’t eat things that were too sweet.

He wanted to drink tea now.

Looking at the kitchen, there was the water he boiled; he could brew a separate pot of bitter tea for himself, to taste, matching the sweetness of Miss Yun in front.

"Miss, please get up," Xu Chang’an patted Yun Qian’s face.

"Want to drink water?" Yun Qian got up, "I’ll pour it for you."

Before Xu Chang’an could speak, Yun Qian poured some normal warm water into a porcelain bowl, placed it beside Xu Chang’an, and lay on his lap again, saying, "Drink it."

The whole process was completed in one go.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

He wanted to savor tea, not quench his thirst.

Forget it.

He reached out and tidied Yun Qian’s dress, then picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip of the plain water, and found it quite nice; after all, Miss Yun didn’t need bitterness to set off, she herself was very sweet.

Just like the taste of rouge.

...

Time moved slowly, but no matter how slow, it still moved forward; because if it was too much, it would be noticed by Miss Yun’s husband.

"It’s about time," Xu Chang’an glanced at the hour, picked up Yun Qian, who was lying in a daze with watery eyes, and placed her on the bed, saying, "Miss, wake up, Senior Wen should be here."

"Hmm," Yun Qian yawned, feeling a bit dazed.

Her husband’s lap was too comfortable, lying there, it was hard not to fall asleep.

"No need to change clothes... what you’re wearing now is just fine, later remember to wear a veil, hide your expressions a bit," Xu Chang’an thought that Wen Li, as Yun Qian’s guide, naturally couldn’t always see her face, but at first glance, since Miss Yun was in such a lazy state, it’s better to cover up a bit.

"Got it," Yun Qian nodded.

"Sit down, let me tidy your hair; it’s been messed up lying down," Xu Chang’an picked up the comb.

Yun Qian obediently sat in front of the dressing table, then remembered something, looking at her long-haired reflection in the mirror, said, "Tie my hair up."

"Why? A ponytail is still very pretty," Xu Chang’an asked.

"I’m your wife, there’s no why," Yun Qian thought that meeting Wen Li was Xu Chang’an’s request, so it wasn’t Yun Qian going to meet Wen Li, but Xu Chang’an’s wife.

Xu Chang’an squinted his eyes.

Might have to sit for a long time; tying a bun is simple but Yun Qian would eventually feel uncomfortable, after all, tying a high ponytail always made her head heavy, and neck ache.

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"Is this okay?" Xu Chang’an brushed Yun Qian’s hair to one side, tied with a ribbon at the lower part, draped it across her heart from her neck.

This made the whole person appear much gentler.

This was also a known wife hairstyle.