Slow to mature after marriage

When Bo Yan pushed open the door, giggles came from the living room.

He paused for a moment as he changed his shoes.

The silly laughter belonged to Bo Ning.

He took two steps inside and saw the scene on the sofa.

Bo Ning clung to Mu Siwan, burying her face in her shoulder and rubbing against her. Mu Siwan, her leg in a cast, rested on the coffee table, a paintbrush still in her hand, calmly letting Bo Ning rub against her.

Paints, palettes, a few pens, and a pile of messy snack wrappers were on the coffee table.

Bo Yan leaned against the entrance hall, his brows furrowed.

"Bo Ning, don't you have any bones?"

The ornament suddenly raised its head.

"Brother! You're back!" Her eyes lit up dramatically. She released Mu Siwan and waved to Bo Yan. "Come and see the painting your sister-in-law drew on the plaster cast, isn't it beautiful?"

Bo Yan walked over and glanced down at it.

On the grayish-white plaster, a red rose is blooming, its petals layered upon each other, with fine thorns hooked along the edges.

His gaze swept over the red roses on the coffee table, and Bo Yan curled his lips slightly: "Beautiful."

Mu Siwan met his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The lingering sensations of his kiss resurfaced in her mind—the force of his kiss, the weight pressing down on her, and the words he whispered in her ear. She subconsciously pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and refused to look at him again.

Bo Yan sat down next to her without making a sound, and casually gathered the snack wrappers scattered on the coffee table together.

How are you feeling today?

Mu Siwan stared at the paintbrush in her hand.

"fine."

Bo Ning chimed in from the side.

"It's more than just great! My sister-in-law showed me so many things today. We watched an idol group's music show performance—" She leaned close to Mu Siwan's ear, "Sister-in-law, do you think that lead singer is handsome?"

Bo Yan frowned, beginning to regret having Bo Ning accompany her.

"Don't show your sister-in-law these things."

Bo Ning pouted.

"What's wrong? Does seeing a handsome guy make you feel good?" She turned to look at Mu Siwan. "Sister-in-law, you agree, right?"

Mu Siwan thought for a moment, then her lips curved slightly into a smile.

He nodded.

Bo Yan stared at the smile on her lips, gave a light sneer, and didn't refute her further.

-

After dinner, Bo Ning, still holding her phone, sidled up to Mu Siwan.

"Sister-in-law, let me recommend a few more to you. This band has several really good songs..."

Bo Yan sat at the other end of the sofa, his ear hurting terribly.

He looked up and saw the two heads close together. Bo Ning was swiping on her phone screen, while Mu Siwan looked down and nodded occasionally.

"Bo Ning," he said.

She didn't even look up.

"what?"

"You can leave now."

Bo Ning suddenly looked up.

"No way!" She grabbed Mu Siwan's arm. "If you think I'm noisy, I'll go to the bedroom with my sister-in-law."

Bo Yan's forehead twitched.

"Sister-in-law, sleep with me these next few days!" Bo Ning leaned on her shoulder, looking completely self-righteous. "Don't sleep with my old-fashioned brother anymore. He has a foul mouth and an even uglier face."

Bo Yan sneered.

"I'm warning you, if you dare bring your sister-in-law along to mess around with you again, I'll—"

"it is good."

A soft voice interrupted him, "I'm sleeping with my sister tonight."

Bo Yan: "..."

He looked up, staring blankly at Mu Siwan, trying to find a hint of a joke on her face.

No.

Half an hour later, Bo Ning took Mu Siwan's arm and walked towards the side-lying room. When they reached the door, she turned back and made a face at Bo Yan.

Goodnight, bro~

That rising intonation at the end of the note was incredibly irritating.

Bo Yan leaned back on the sofa, staring at the closed side bedroom door, and rubbed his temples.

After a while, he laughed in exasperation.

-

Bo Ning stayed at Mu Yan Garden for three days.

Over the past three days, Bo Yan's gaze grew colder each day. He stared at her while she ate, stared at her while she watched TV, and when she leaned on Mu Siwan's shoulder and acted coquettishly, his gaze seemed to gouge two holes in her.

On the morning of the fourth day, Bo Ning couldn't take it anymore and finally packed her bags to leave.

As she was leaving, she glanced back—the man leaned against the entryway, arms crossed, his eyes as cold as ice. His gaze, falling on her, was as lethal as a live bullet.

Bo Ning shrank back and slunk away, dragging her suitcase with her tail between her legs.

-

That evening, Mu Siwan hugged her pillow and hopped back to the master bedroom.

She thought a lot during those three days.

When she slept with Bo Ning, she kept thinking about it. Bo Ning was a restless sleeper; she would kick people in the middle of the night, steal the blanket, and put her legs on top of her. She couldn't sleep, so she stared at the ceiling, thinking about that kiss, those words, and the hand on her waist.

Then she came to a conclusion.

Between husband and wife, aside from necessary sexual activity, occasional kissing or sleeping in each other's arms is normal.

Just like when she slept with Bo Ning, Bo Ning would hug her and rub against her shoulder, but that didn't mean Bo Ning had developed any feelings for her.

Bo Yan's unusual behavior that day was probably due to this.

He just... treated her as his wife.

It means nothing else.

She figured it out.

-

Bo Yan was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a book, when he heard a noise and looked up.

She hopped on one foot, inching her way toward the bed, holding the gray bone pillow firmly in her arms.

He closed the book and leaned back.

"Oh," he said slowly, "where did this little frog come from? It even knows to come back?"

Mu Siwan ignored him.

She jumped to her side, put the pillow back in its original place, and then reached out and pushed Bo Yan's gray bone pillow towards her.

The two pillows were pressed together.

Bo Yan stared at the two pillows placed side by side and raised an eyebrow.

She looked up at him, her face expressionless.

"Go to sleep, Bo Yan."

After saying that, she lay down, turned her back to him, and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.

Bo Yan sat there, staring at the back of her head for a few seconds.

He suddenly chuckled.

He put the book on the bedside table, lay down, and put his hand on her waist.

Bring the person over.

Her back pressed against the man's chest, and through the thin nightgown, she could feel the warmth and hardness of his body.

She froze.

Even his breathing paused for a moment.

He didn't move or speak. His hand rested on her waist, carrying an undeniable weight.

A few seconds later, Mu Siwan's stiff shoulders gradually softened, and she sank into his arms.

His breathing gradually returned to normal.

I slept without any dreams.

-

A few weeks later, I went to the hospital for a follow-up examination.

After the X-ray was taken, the doctor looked at it against the light for a few seconds and nodded.

"It's healing well, you can remove it now."

The nurse came in with her tools, and Bo Yan stood beside her, watching as the grayish-white plaster was peeled away layer by layer.

The side with the red rose painted on it was carefully peeled off, turned over, and placed on a tray.

Mu Siwan's feet were exposed.

Her skin was so white it was almost dazzling, with fine flakes of skin clinging to it, and her ankle was noticeably thinner than the other side.

The doctor squatted down and pressed on her ankle.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"And here?"

"It's a little sour."

The doctor nodded and stood up.

"It's normal, the muscles have atrophied, and they will recover with gradual exercise." He wrote a few words on the medical record. "Now you can walk slowly with crutches, but don't rush it. For the first two weeks, bear some weight, about 20%-30% of your body weight, and use crutches for assistance. It will take about six to eight weeks to be completely off the crutches."

Mu Siwan looked down at her foot, which had become noticeably thinner, and nodded.