Slow to mature after marriage

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering across the wooden floor in warm hues.

The bathroom door opened. Bo Yan stepped out, his hair still dripping wet, his bathrobe loosely tied around his waist. He looked up, his gaze falling on the full-length mirror.

Pause.

Mu Siwan stood sideways to the mirror, one hand behind her back, her fingers hooking the zipper on the back, her brows furrowed as if she were struggling with something. Her black riding outfit wasn't fully on; the zipper was only halfway up, revealing a patch of fair back.

Bo Yan stood there, staring at that patch of skin for two seconds before speaking.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Siwan turned her head to look at him when she heard the noise.

"Bo Yan, can you help me? My hair is stuck."

He hummed in agreement and walked over.

She turned back to continue struggling with the zipper. That small patch of bare back was right in front of him, the skin smooth, the outline of her shoulder blades appearing and disappearing with her movements.

Bo Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He raised his hand, his fingers touching the strand of hair tangled in the zipper.

My fingertips brushed against the back of her neck unintentionally.

Her breath hitched, and her back tensed for a moment.

With his hair completely undone, the man casually pulled the zipper up—all the way up.

Mu Siwan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say thank you.

But his hand did not leave.

He slid his arm down her back to her waist, gently pulling her close and encircling her completely in his embrace.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"It's Sunday today, Mrs. Bo."

His voice was low, tinged with amusement, and his breath fell on her earlobe.

Mu Siwan froze, then looked up at him in the mirror.

"But we did it yesterday..."

"Yesterday was to make up for the previous two weeks." He straightened up, looked down at her, and smiled slightly. "I missed two payments during the two weeks I was away on a business trip."

He paused for a moment.

"Today, things are finally going according to plan."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the dressing room.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

The door closed.

Mu Siwan stood there, watching the figure disappear behind the door.

The spot where he touched was still faintly hot.

This is a bit... too unusual.

-

The horse ranch, located on the east side of the estate, occupies a considerable area. The lawn is neatly trimmed, and hundreds of horses leisurely swish their tails. In the distance, snow-capped mountains stretch out, their peaks bathed in golden sunlight.

Bo Ning had already changed into her riding clothes and was standing by the stable, competing with a white horse. Song Yu, standing beside her, was laughing in an annoying way, saying that she didn't even know how to mount a horse.

"Sister-in-law!" Bo Ning waved as soon as she saw her coming. "Come help me, this horse won't listen to me."

Mu Siwan walked over and stood in front of the white horse.

She didn't move, she just looked at it.

His gaze swept from top to bottom, from the eyes to the hooves, as if he were examining a skeleton—quiet, focused, and devoid of any emotion.

The horse flicked its tail and took a step back.

They took another step back.

Then it lowered its head and stood motionless, as obedient as if it had been frozen in place.

Bo Ning's eyes widened.

"Huh?" She looked at the horse, then at Mu Siwan. "Sister-in-law, why is this horse afraid of you?"

A lazy laugh came from behind me.

Bo Yan arrived at some point, now dressed in a dark riding outfit—also black, clearly the same style as hers. The clean-cut clothes clung to his figure, accentuating his straight shoulders and cinched waist. Sunlight bathed him, making him appear tall and radiant.

He stood beside her, his gaze sweeping over the white horse before returning to her face.

"Who knows?" he asked casually. "Maybe they're afraid your sister-in-law will dissect it."

Mu Siwan: "..."

"Let's go." Bo Yan smiled at her. "Let's pick out a good horse for you first."

-

The smell of hay wafted through the stables, and several horses poked their heads out, curiously watching the newcomers.

Bo Yan led her around for a while, finally stopping in front of a brown horse.

"This horse has a gentle temperament and is suitable for beginners."

Mu Siwan looked at the horse. Its coat was glossy, its eyes were gentle, it flicked its tail, met her gaze, and boldly did not back away.

She nodded.

"Let's choose this one."

Bo Yan had the horse brought out and suddenly spoke.

"Give it a name."

Mu Siwan stared at the brown horse, pondered for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"Little Brown".

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Little Brown?"

"Hmm." She pointed to its fur color, "Brown."

Bo Yan laughed out loud: "This is too casual."

Mu Siwan didn't think there was anything wrong with her name.

Bo Yan turned around and led out a black horse from the other side. Its coat was pure black and glossy, standing in the sunlight like a piece of moving black jade.

Mu Siwan looked at the black horse and asked, "What's its name?"

Bo Yan's lips curled into a smile.

"Little Red".

Mu Siwan: "...It's black."

"Hmm." Bo Yan nodded, quite seriously. "But her name is Xiao Hong."

Mu Siwan: "..."

Knowing that Bo Yan was just teasing her, Mu Siwan took her little brown dog and walked away, not intending to pay him any more attention.

Bo Yan led Xiao Hong by the hand and followed slowly behind her.

Have you ridden this before?

Mu Siwan shook her head.

"no."

"Shall I teach you?"

She pursed her lips.

"No need," she said. "I'll have my sister teach me."

"she?"

Bo Yan laughed out loud, unable to hide his mockery.

Mu Siwan led the horse to the grass and was about to look for Bo Ning when she saw a white horse galloping around the fence in the distance.

A person immediately sat down.

Thin lemon.

Her screams could be heard across half the horse farm; she clung tightly to the horse's neck, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Song Yu rode his horse behind her, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Bo Ning! You're hugging me so tight, even the horse can't breathe!"

"Shut up!"

Bo Yan walked up to Mu Siwan at some point, looked over there, and smiled: "Are you still letting Bo Ning teach you?"

Mu Siwan stared at the figure bouncing around on horseback, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"Won't you get hurt doing this?"

"Don't worry," Bo Yan said casually. "That horse is one she raised from a foal; it's bound to her. I was just teasing her; it won't really fall."

He looked away and turned to Mu Siwan.

Sunlight fell on his shoulder, and the man turned slightly to the side, reaching out his hand to her.

"Get on the horse, forensic pathologist."

Mu Siwan looked at his hand.

After a moment, she placed her hand on it.

Stepping onto the pedals, the man gently supported her waist and lifted her up.

He landed steadily on the horse's back.

Bo Yan patted Xiao Hong's head, and the black horse flicked its tail and strolled off to graze on its own.

He walked back and took the reins from Mu Siwan's hand.

"Don't rush to run at the beginning; get used to the feeling first."

The man led Little Brown on a leisurely stroll around the horse farm.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

Sunlight fell on the two of them, casting long shadows on the grass. In the distance, Bo Ning's screams had turned into intermittent curses, while Song Yu's laughter grew increasingly unrestrained.