Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

After taking a bath, we washed each other's hair. After all that fuss, we went back to the room and dried our hair. Quite a while had passed.

Fu Xuan collapsed onto the bed, her body already clad in the short white nightgown that Yu Chen had been admiring.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the hem of her skirt lifted slightly behind her, revealing a large expanse of beautiful spring scenery.

After taking a shower and getting ready for bed, she naturally didn't put on any clothes, so what Yu Chen saw was the most real and beautiful scene.

He felt a surge of heat in his heart and almost couldn't resist pouncing on her and taking her in bed.

But today, the Sword Saint's rationality prevailed. He climbed onto the bed and couldn't help but gently pat that delicate little upturned bottom. Then, he forcibly looked away and grasped Fu Xuan's little feet.

"Want to soak your feet? You didn't carry me for too long today, you must be a little tired, right? Let me give you a massage, honey?"

"I just finished showering..."

Fu Xuan rolled over, slowly sat up, squinted, and leaned forward into his arms.

“Taking a bath and soaking your feet don’t conflict with each other…” Yu Chen gently stroked her head, gently pushed her body away, and chuckled, “My little lady, stay warm in bed. I’ll go get a bucket of hot water.”

"...You're spoiling me so much, my dear husband~"

She hummed in agreement, sat up, hugged Yu Chen's face, and gave it a kiss before disappearing under the covers.

Yu Chen happily went to prepare hot water for his wife to wash her feet, while Fu Xuan obediently curled up in bed to warm the blankets for him.

Chapter 267 Qingque: It's really like meeting a diviner...

I've gotten used to sleeping in the big bed with someone else, and lying alone always feels like something's missing.

Fortunately, her husband returned soon with a bucket and a towel.

He held a toothpick in his mouth in a rather flamboyant manner, looking smug, as if he wanted to bewitch Fu Xuan.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the diviner, he was just a naive child.

However, this childishness only lasts for a short while.

He blew the toothpick clean, leaving no ash behind. Yu Chen carried the bucket to the bedside and sat down. Then he reached under the covers, squinted, and after a long battle of wits with Fu Xuan, he finally caught her little foot.

"Test the temperature."

He squatted down, placed Fu Xuan's feet in his palms, and slowly immersed them in the water.

Xiao Fuxuan squinted his eyes, sensed it briefly, and slowly placed it inside.

"Hmm~ Perfect... Let me get used to it first..."

She let out a sigh of relief.

Soaking your feet and taking a bath are two different experiences.

Yu Chen gently stirred the water to help her get used to it faster.

Seeing that the pair of rosy, tender feet had gotten used to it, he began to play with (crossed out)...washing and rubbing them attentively.

His soft toes seemed to have soft bones. He first washed each clean toe three or four times, then touched them up and down and front and back seven or eight times, and then gently pressed the acupoints on his feet and calves.

Yu Chen judged his wife's level of comfort by the intensity and rhythm of her moans as he massaged her.

Fu Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze quietly fixed on his serious face, unbiased, as if the vast world could only accommodate him alone.

“Yu Chen…”

"ah…?"

He let out a soft breath and looked up at her.

Fu Xuan pursed his lips and shook his head, saying nothing, but the tenderness in his heart grew even warmer.

There was really no need to wash clean feet, but Yu Chen took the opportunity to satisfy his own little desires and gave Fu Xuan a comfortable massage, which was quite nice.

He stood up, let out a long sigh of relief, and was about to pour out the water with the bucket when Fu Xuan grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong?" Yu Chen turned his head to look at him in confusion.

Fu Xuan stared into his eyes and said softly, "I'll do it. Wait, I'll wash you too."

"I don't need it, don't worry, wife..." His words trailed off under Fu Xuan's gaze.

Yu Chen scratched his head, then hugged and kissed her. He didn't say anything more and obediently lay down in the spot where Fu Xuan had been before to warm the blankets.

"Then, Your Excellency, please don't keep us waiting too long..."

...

Xiao Fuxuan's service made Yu Chen feel as happy and sweet as if he had fallen into a cloud of honey.

Watching her carefully washing his feet, I couldn't muster a single thought of teasing her; my heart was filled with overwhelming love for her.

She followed Yu Chen's example, gently stroking every inch and every part of his skin many times.

Like her feet, the Sword Saint's feet, which had been walking for thousands of years, had no odor.

Most people from the Immortal Boat have this kind of constitution; they are naturally clean, which makes many people envious.

Fu Xuan pressed Yu Chen back down, picked up the bucket and went out, then washed his hands and brought back two glasses of milk.

As soon as she crawled into bed, Yu Chen, who was overjoyed, pulled her into his arms.

He smiled, his face full of happiness as he hugged Fu Xuan tightly and gently nuzzled her.

The love in my heart is as deep and vast as the infinite, desolate darkness of the universe, so immense that it can engulf a person without causing the slightest tremor.

"Fu Xuan, I love you..."

"I love you too…

But relax a bit, I can't breathe.

...

She was obviously joking, and Yu Chen picked her up and sat her up.

Fu Xuan brought the milk to his lips.

It's ice...

He hesitated for a moment, but still went along with his wife's little wish and didn't say anything about her drinking ice-cold milk so late at night.

He simply rubbed his hands together to warm them and then gently rubbed them against her lower abdomen in bed.

The man from the Immortal Boat was physically strong, but that didn't stop him from always caring about his wife's health.

However… she is very happy now, and Yu Chen doesn’t want his nagging to spoil his wife’s mood, so he silently tolerates her occasional little “outrageousness”.

The milk was cool and sweet, but it warmed my heart...

After drinking the milk, we quietly watched the news and read some strange novels together for a while as night deepened.

Yu Chen said softly, "Shall we go to sleep?"

Fu Xuan obediently put down the jade tablet, turned over and tossed it onto the bedside table, then twisted her body and snuggled back into his arms.

The atmosphere quieted down, and her heartbeat gradually became clearer.

"Fu Xuan, goodnight..." Yu Chen hugged her, took a deep breath, gently kissed her hair, and closed his eyes.

Goodnight, Yuchen.

The young diviner was still foolishly waiting for something, but…

He simply held her close and didn't do anything else.

Feeling the intense heat, she knew perfectly well that Yu Chen wasn't without those feelings.

A sense of doubt arose in Fu Xuan's heart...

This idiot was flirting with her not long ago... why is he so well-behaved now?

She obediently lay down with her back to him, pressed so close together, and didn't move at all...

Fu Xuan slowly turned over to face Yu Chen, wanting to see what he was thinking.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be sleeping…

The little diviner blinked and gently poked Yu Chen's lips.

His eyelids slowly opened, and his eyes, filled with love, shone brightly even in the darkness.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Fu Xuan pursed her lips, remaining silent. Yu Chen took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently pulled her into his embrace. He exhaled softly and asked in a low voice, "Is something on your mind? I'll listen carefully!"

Fu Xuan gently struggled for a moment, then looked up at him, hesitated for a while, and asked in return, "Even if I have something on my mind, you pamper and coax me until everything is fine..."

"My lord... Yu Chen, is something bothering you?"

Yu Chen paused for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

"Why do you ask?"

Fu Xuan fell silent again, and after a long pause, he said softly, "Because... you seem... quite quiet today."

"Quiet...?"

Yu Chen was even more puzzled. What kind of riddle was his wife playing on him that he couldn't understand?