Slow to mature after marriage

It took Mu Si a while to slowly recover from that mental lapse. She looked up at him, a thin layer of confusion still in her eyes.

"So... how should we get along from now on?"

"Live together like any other loving couple."

"A loving couple?" Mu Siwan frowned, her tone carrying a scholarly, puzzled quality. "Have we reached that stage of being loving?"

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow at her, but instead of answering directly, he asked a different question.

"If I wanted to kiss you right now, would you refuse?"

Mu Siwan shook her head and said truthfully, "No, and—"

She said directly, "I want to kiss you too."

Bo Yan's pupils trembled slightly.

She spoke so calmly, as if stating a forensic report—"I want to kiss you too." There was no coyness, no shyness; she simply and frankly told him: I want to kiss you too.

For the first time, Bo Yan felt that the little machine's honesty was deadly.

Mu Siwan didn't notice his reaction and was still seriously considering the previous question: "But is this what love is? I haven't—"

She didn't finish speaking.

Fireworks exploded outside the window.

A huge golden firework soared from the top of the castle, bursting into countless tiny rays of light across the night sky, illuminating the entire heavens as if it were daytime. Then a second, a third, silver, purple, blue, unfolded layer upon layer, as if someone had poured the stars of an entire galaxy into the night sky.

Bo Yan leaned down and kissed her lips.

Mu Siwan was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, with fireworks filling the sky behind her and his burning chest in front of her. His hand was around her waist, and his other hand cupped the back of her head, his thumb gently caressing behind her ear, his kisses deep and lingering.

She didn't know how long the fireworks lasted that night. Fifteen minutes, half an hour, an hour—she couldn't tell.

All she knew was that the fireworks in her mind were constantly exploding. One after another, they burst open and then extinguished, extinguished and then burst open again, more magnificent and longer-lasting than the night sky outside the window.

Bo Yanjin was very skilled that night, with a wide variety of tricks up her sleeve.

By the end, Mu Siwan couldn't even lift a finger. She nestled in his arms, her consciousness floating in lukewarm water, her eyelids too heavy to open.

In her hazy state, she felt a light kiss on her forehead.

The man's voice came from above, deep and gentle, like the night itself.

"Baby, I love you so much."

Mu Siwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

This time she could finally be sure that it wasn't a hallucination caused by being too sleepy.

She fell into a deep sleep.

-

When I woke up again, the sun was setting outside the window.

Mu Siwan moved her slightly sore body, and a sentence suddenly popped into her mind—"From now on, the emperor will not hold court in the morning."

Since sleeping with Bo Yan, Mu Siwan has lost count of how many times she has broken her regular biological clock.

She tilted her head back.

A face came into view, inches away. Silver hair fell above the brow bone, long eyelashes curled slightly, the nose was high and straight, and the lips were soft. The sleeping Bo Yan did not have his usual lazy and roguish air; he was as quiet as—she thought for a long time but could not come up with a suitable metaphor.

He's still just like himself.

Mu Siwan felt an inexplicable urge to touch him. She raised her hand and tentatively touched the silver strand of hair that fell across the man's brow bone, her fingertips lightly brushing against it. There was no reaction.

She grew a little bolder and touched his eyelashes again.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly. Bo Yan closed his eyes, clicked his tongue softly, reached out and took her mischievous hand, kissing it lightly on his lips.

"Stop fooling around, little one. Wasn't that enough last night?"

Mu Siwan: "..."

She hesitated for a long time, her face turning red, before finally managing to utter, "I didn't mean that."

Bo Yan leaned against her neck, his sleepiness vanishing, and his chest trembled with laughter.

He knew, of course, that she didn't mean it that way. It was just that teasing the robot was really fun.

Mu Siwan heard him laugh and realized he was teasing her, so she started to get angry. She turned her head, buried her face in the pillow, and rolled out of his embrace.

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

Bo Yan smiled and reached out to pull her back into his arms. His breath brushed against her ear, hot and ticklish.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" his voice lowered.

Bo Yan was afraid that she would deny everything the next day after waking up. She wasn't without a history of doing this.

Sure enough, Mu Siwan's muffled voice came from under the pillow.

"What happened last night? I don't remember."

She's angry. She's deliberately going against him.

Bo Yan saw it clearly, pinched her earlobe, and said slowly, "I said I love you, Mu Siwan. Did you hear me?"

Mu Siwan did not reply.

"I love you."

no respond.

"I love you."

Still no response.

"I love you, I love you, I love you—"

"……oops!"

Mu Siwan never expected that after last night, he would be constantly repeating that phrase. What happened to that aloof, restrained, and emotionless Bo Yan? Was he destroyed by last night's fireworks?

She was the first to give in, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of pleading.

"I see!"

It's so noisy, Bo Yan.

-

After everything was settled, the two of them went out to Disneyland.

The amusement park during the day was completely different from last night. It was bustling with people, filled with children's laughter and cheerful background music. The fairytale world that was as quiet as a dream last night had transformed into a lively and lively playground.

Mu Siwan had never been to an amusement park before. Everything was new and exciting to her—Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream, magic wands that blew bubbles, little girls in princess dresses lining up to take pictures. She looked at everything with seriousness and curiosity.

Bo Yan felt as if his heart was filled with acid.

Unfortunately, Mu Siwan has never experienced things that other children take for granted.

Bo Yan took her hand and asked softly, "What do you want to play? The carousel, bumper cars, or the Ferris wheel?"

Mu Siwan frowned and shook her head as she looked at the carousel and bumper cars filled with five- or six-year-old children: "Too childish, I don't like it."

"So, what do you want to play?"

After wandering around for a while, Mu Siwan finally stood in front of a project, her calm eyes shining slightly.

A roller coaster. The tracks soar into the clouds, twisting and turning, with screams echoing from above.

"I want to play that," she said.

Bo Yan looked up at the "high-risk project." The track plunged almost vertically from the highest point, the carriage tumbled in the air, and then turned upside down.

His temple twitched.

"You really want to play this?"

"Okay." Mu Siwan had already taken a step, then turned back to look at him, urging him unusually, "Hurry up."

Bo Yan stood there watching her retreating figure, took a deep breath, and followed her.

I didn't really want to do something so unromantic, something that only involves a bunch of people screaming and screaming, the day after I confirmed my relationship with my wife.

But my wife wants to play.

He admitted it.