Gu Sinian felt balanced; it wouldn't be fair if only he was bleeding from the nose. Everyone else should bleed too.
It wasn't a waste that he had deliberately lowered his collar before coming out. Indeed, Qian Yuanbao hadn't lied to him; men liked beautiful sights, and women sometimes couldn't resist them either.
Qi Zhenzhen jumped off the bed in a panic, her bare feet landing on the floor. She tilted her head slightly, trying to stop the nosebleed.
Gu Sinian walked over, cupped Qi Zhenzhen's head, and methodically helped stop the bleeding.
"It's indeed quite dry today, even Madam is bleeding from the nose," Gu Sinian said softly.
Qi Zhenzhen's old face flushed. This was a real slap in the face.
"Blame me? Who told you to come out dressed like this?" Qi Zhenzhen had cast aside her shyness by now, speaking with a hint of rogue defiance.
"How am I dressed?" Gu Sinian asked, feigning innocence.
"So, this tie doesn't need to be fastened anymore?" Qi Zhenzhen said, hooking her finger onto the tie of her nightgown as she spoke.
Qi Zhenzhen swore she was only teasing him a little, but who knew the tie was like paper? It clearly looked tied, but why did it come undone with just a slight tug?
Gu Sinian's sturdy chest was revealed to Qi Zhenzhen. She couldn't help but swallow. Gu Sinian looked quite slender, but she hadn't expected him to be so well-built. He was clearly the type who looked thin in clothes but muscular when undressed.
"I didn't expect Madam to be so passionate and unrestrained."
Qi Zhenzhen was still admiring his well-defined abdominal muscles when Gu Sinian suddenly uttered this sentence.
"Since that's the case, your humble husband will respectfully accept." Gu Sinian said, scooping Qi Zhenzhen into his arms.
Suddenly airborne, Qi Zhenzhen instinctively wrapped her arms around Gu Sinian's neck.
With such intimacy between them, Qi Zhenzhen's face flushed.
"Your hair isn't completely dry yet," Qi Zhenzhen said, seeking an excuse.
"I already used my inner energy to dry my scalp. What's not dry are the ends of my hair, which doesn't matter. Madam, the spring night is short, let's not delay," Gu Sinian said teasingly.
Inner energy could be used like that? This was probably similar to how the martial arts masters in Jin Yong's novels used their inner energy to expel the alcohol they drank.
Qi Zhenzhen was carried to the bed. Gu Sinian leaned over her, his damp hair ends brushing against her face, tickling her.
"You should still wring your hair dry, otherwise, my face will feel like it's caught in the rain." As soon as Qi Zhenzhen spoke, the previously amorous atmosphere vanished.
Gu Sinian, as she had said, sat on the edge of the bed and wrung his hair dry.
As a gesture of reciprocity, Qi Zhenzhen naturally took the towel from his hand and began to dry his hair bit by bit.
The atmosphere was warm, giving a sense of peaceful, quiet years.
"Young Master, can you be gentle later?" Qi Zhenzhen asked calmly.
Gu Sinian paused, "You..."
How could she say it so calmly? Weren't girls supposed to be very shy at such a time? That's what the books said, and Yuanbao had also told him. He had specifically instructed him not to be hesitant during their wedding night. He said the little bride would be so shy she wouldn't even dare to lift her head, and if the man was too shy, he would waste the precious time.
"I'm afraid of pain," Qi Zhenzhen said, putting down the towel, her voice filled with melancholy. "And also—"
Qi Zhenzhen looked deeply at Gu Sinian. "Judging by your demeanor, Young Master, I can basically conclude that you have no experience in matters of the bedchamber. If I don't tell you first, and you act rashly, it will be me who suffers."
"Whether I act rashly or not, Madam will know by trying," he said, then turned and got onto the wide wooden bed, propping himself up on his arms, pinning Qi Zhenzhen down.