Ji Sang felt inexplicably annoyed by his words.

But she didn’t want to argue with him about such matters!

When it came down to it, it was the woman who was at a disadvantage.

Whether he reacted or not had nothing to do with her. She didn’t want to strip naked in front of a stranger! So, she quickly rummaged through the clothes she had brought in her trunk.

The book didn’t mention which dynasty this was, but Ji Sang secretly observed the attire of Wen Jian’s parents and the surrounding buildings. It felt somewhat like the Wei and Jin periods with low productivity, but not entirely. For example, in the Wei and Jin periods, weddings were mainly conducted in white wedding attire, while here it seemed to be dominated by bright red wedding gowns…

Ji Sang’s mind raced, contemplating the current situation. Her hands skillfully found a piece of silk at the bottom of the trunk. However, the craftsmanship of the silk seemed particularly rough, and it appeared translucent when held up to the light.

Oh well, as long as it can provide some cover.

Ji Sang wasn’t asking for much. She deftly spread out the silk and glanced at the bed. Tying one end with a rope and the other end with another, it conveniently blocked the view from the outside.

Satisfied with her arrangement, Ji Sang took the replacement clothing and crawled into the bed.

Since Ji Sang started rummaging through the trunk, Wen Jian couldn’t concentrate anymore. He had no idea what Ji Sang was planning. He intermittently copied the text, and when he raised his cheek again, he saw a graceful figure imprinted on the silk, illuminated by the sunlight from the window.

Her figure seemed excellent, with a slender waist and curvaceous hips. Underneath the untied bodice, her breasts were plump and perky.

Wen Jian’s breath suddenly became unsteady. He was about to lower his head to focus on his writing when he saw the woman on the silk, her hands grasping her own breasts, squeezing and kneading them…

Followed by a faint, soft laughter.

The sound was very low.

But Wen Jian heard it.

Wen Jian thought that she had caught him peeking at her and suddenly, as if guilty of a wrongdoing, he nervously lowered his head. His cheeks instantly flushed, but the next moment, his face involuntarily lifted again…

His Adam’s apple moved up and down unconsciously, feeling incredibly dry.

When he glanced down, he saw that his lower body was erect and rigid, extremely hard.

He felt extremely frustrated and set the brush aside, picking up a bamboo slip to shield his vision. His thin lips moved quickly as he silently recited the “Rites” over and over again.

Ji Sang paid no attention to Wen Jian at all.

She was simply amazed by her own figure after stripping off her clothes. Her breasts were perky and her rosy nipples trembled in the air, like blooming plum blossoms after the snow. She couldn’t help but touch them lightly, secretly admiring herself.

Mmm, so soft…

Ji Sang gently giggled as she kneaded herself, then satisfactorily replaced the bodice and changed out of the wedding gown. She put on a well-fitting everyday attire before getting out of bed. She tied her ink-black hair into the simplest ponytail and washed her face with a basin of water.

Ji Sang hadn’t eaten anything since she woke up, so she accepted the situation and stood up to leave the room after finishing her preparations.

After taking two steps, she paused and called out to Wen Jian, who was earnestly reading, “Wen Jian, I’m going to the kitchen to cook. What… do you want to eat?”

Wen Jian finally suppressed the wicked fire that surged in his lower abdomen. Irritation crept into his eyebrows, and he tossed the bamboo slip onto the table. When his profound gaze met Ji Sang’s small face, he froze.

Ji Sang’s face was devoid of exaggerated makeup, with crystal-clear and translucent skin. It wasn’t particularly stunning, but it was a face that was pleasant to look at. When she asked him a question, she didn’t show much expression, but her eyes were captivating and charming, as if they could speak.

It was as if the Ji Sang he had been familiar with before had transformed into a different person.

Seeing that he was just staring at her without responding, Ji Sang furrowed her delicate eyebrows and asked again, “Wen Jian?”

Her voice was soft, brushing against his eardrums.

Then…

Wen Jian suddenly felt his nose burning, and immediately after, he heard Ji Sang exclaim, “Ah, Wen Jian… Are you okay? Why are you having a nosebleed?!”

Wen Jian: “…”

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