Chapter 13

Peach Blossom was unaware of all this and happily went to gather mountain chickens.

During dinner, she brought up the idea of building a courtyard with Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, who used to live alone, wasn’t concerned even if wolves prowled near his window.

But now, with a delicate young lady in the house, he couldn’t ignore the need for a proper fence.

He immediately agreed.

The back mountain was full of bamboo, an endless resource. Qin Feng decided to build a bamboo fence.

Peach Blossom was fully supportive.

The young couple set to work and, after four full days, completed the bamboo fence, enclosing their courtyard.

The fence was about the height of an average person. Standing beneath it, Peach Blossom couldn’t see outside, but Qin Feng, being taller than the fence, could easily look over it.

Peach Blossom found it fascinating and started jumping up and down, trying to catch a glimpse of the outside.

Seeing her like this, Qin Feng walked up behind her, placed his large hands on her waist, and effortlessly lifted her up.

The world opened up before Peach Blossom’s eyes, and the hands on her waist felt like iron clamps—warm and full of strength, just like the day he pulled her out of the river.

Her mind suddenly wandered to the time she saw him drying himself off.

His broad shoulders, muscular back, and strong, sinewy arms flashed vividly in her memory.

One morning, she had woken up nestled in his arms, his scent lingering on her. Perhaps from working with bamboo for the past few days, he carried a faint, refreshing bamboo fragrance.

Recalling all this, Peach Blossom’s heart thumped loudly as if trying to break out of her chest.

To her surprise, she felt a sudden rush, almost like her monthly flow had returned.

But she had checked that morning—her cycle had clearly ended. How could this be?

The feeling was strange, something Peach Blossom had never experienced before.

Flustered, she said, “Big Brother Qin, put me down, please.”

Once her feet touched the ground, Qin Feng’s hands left her waist.

Peach Blossom suddenly felt an emptiness, a longing for his touch again, for the closeness between them.

Without thinking, she turned around abruptly, stretched her slender arms, and wrapped them around Qin Feng’s sturdy waist.

“Big Brother Qin,” Peach Blossom’s voice trembled slightly, “Big Brother Qin~~”

She didn’t know what else to say.

Her soft voice and delicate frame stirred something deep within Qin Feng, igniting a flame that quickly grew stronger.

He raised a hand, his large palm resting gently on her slender back.

Peach Blossom shivered slightly and whispered, “Big Brother Qin, it’s getting dark.”

“Mm,” Qin Feng’s voice was hoarse. “Is your cycle over?”

Peach Blossom’s voice softened further. “Mm, it ended this morning.”

“Alright,” Qin Feng replied in a deep voice, scooping Peach Blossom into his strong arms in one swift motion.

As Qin Feng strode forward like a shooting star, Peach Blossom felt her breath catching.

She had a vague sense of what was about to happen between her and Qin Feng.

Nervousness overtook her, leaving her speechless and too shy to meet his gaze.

Qin Feng’s body was taut as well; he was trying his best to restrain himself.

He didn’t want to frighten the delicate girl in his arms.

After gently placing her on the bedding, he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss against her lips.

“Peach Blossom, look at me.”

“Big Brother Qin,” Peach Blossom’s face turned crimson, but she obediently tilted her head up. “Are we… are we consummating our marriage?”

“Mm. You’re my wife. Don’t be afraid.”

“Mm,” Peach Blossom wrapped her arms around Qin Feng’s neck, her voice soft as honey. “You’re my husband. I’m not afraid.”

Qin Feng leaned in, his bronze skin merging with her snow-white complexion.

…

The next morning, Peach Blossom was awakened by the fragrant aroma of chicken soup.

When she opened her eyes, she realized the sun was already high in the sky.

Her new husband was nowhere to be seen, but her clothes were neatly folded at the foot of the bed, from head to toe, inside and out, not a single piece missing.

Recalling the events of the previous night, Peach Blossom blushed but soon couldn’t suppress a soft laugh.

“My Big Brother Qin is so wonderful!”

Peach Blossom was tying the straps of her undergarment when Qin Feng suddenly pushed the door open.

Noticing that one of her shoulders was still exposed, she immediately dove under the blanket.

Qin Feng saw his little wife—no, his newlywed wife—curled up like a startled rabbit, her dark, bright eyes full of shyness. A trace of amusement flickered in his deep gaze.

He looked at her, but Peach Blossom buried her face in the pillow, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Soon, though, Peach Blossom felt a shadow fall over her, and then a rough, calloused hand rested gently on her exposed shoulder.

The palm, slightly hardened with thin calluses, had just last night roamed across her skin with firm, kneading motions.

Could it be that he…?

But it was broad daylight!

Peach Blossom hesitantly whispered, “Big Brother Qin, you…”

“Does it still hurt?” Qin Feng asked softly, brushing his fingers over the bruise on her shoulder. “I didn’t control my strength well last night—it bruised. Does it hurt?”