Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 311

Qu Fulan and Pei Ji’an returned to the inn. It wasn’t even dark yet, but after a whole day of tea harvesting, she was quite tired. She took a comfortable hot bath and, without bothering to dry her hair, started to lie down.

Pei Ji’an pulled her up, "Why are you lying down when your hair isn’t dry?"

Qu Fulan didn’t care, "It’ll dry by itself anyway, and it’s not winter right now."

If she were at home, naturally, the maid would dry her hair for her.

People, ah, find it easier to transition to luxury than to frugality; being accustomed to a life of being served, she’s almost turned into a pampered waste.

Pei Ji’an, however, picked up a towel and carefully started to dry her hair.

Qu Fulan was very surprised and very embarrassed, "No need, just let it dry by itself."

How dare she let the Young Master serve her?

"Just stay put and don’t move." He just said this and continued with his task.

His gentle movements didn’t cause Qu Fulan any discomfort, which was notable, as even the maids sometimes tugged on her hair painfully. After all, her hair was so thick it was unavoidable.

"Do you often dry your grandmother’s hair?" she asked, suspecting such skill.

"With so many maids around her, do you think I have nothing better to do than compete for tasks? This is my first time," he replied.

First time doing it so well? Some people’s intelligence spans a wide range, one must admit.

He patiently, thoroughly dried her hair, then used inner strength to gently blow it dry.

First dry the moisture, then blow it dry, it was like using a modern hairdryer.

Finally, he even combed it smoothly. Such thoughtfulness made Qu Fulan feel a warm sweetness in her heart.

"Thank you," she sweetly thanked him.

Even though they were married, one shouldn’t take others’ efforts for granted; mutual responses are needed for a lasting relationship.

"Just a verbal thank you?" Although he didn’t expect any reward, he wanted to tease her.

"What kind of thanks do you want?" She tilted her head slightly, playfully twirling her hair.

He leaned over, saying nothing, but the meaning was clear.

Qu Fulan’s face reddened, but she leaned over and gave him a kiss.

He, however, wasn’t satisfied, turning his head, "The other side too."

Qu Fulan had no choice but to lean over again for another kiss.

Unexpectedly, the playful man turned his face, gently pressing his lips...

Afterward, Qu Fulan drank three or four glasses of water before calming down.

She recalled once seeing a post online about kissing, where someone said if kissing doesn’t feel good, or if you don’t want to kiss your boyfriend or husband, it means you don’t love him enough. Otherwise, even his saliva would taste sweet.

Previously, she couldn’t understand this sentiment, but now she truly grasped it.

Every time he almost sucked all of her breath away, leaving her mouth dry and even making the root of her tongue ache.

"Where’s the painting you gave me today?" To ease her shyness, Qu Fulan had to change the subject.

"If it’s well-painted, how will you thank me?" he asked with a laugh.

Wow, getting addicted to demanding thanks, Qu Fulan refused to cooperate, "No thank you. If I have to thank to see it, then I won’t look."

Actually, she wanted to see it, but was playing a psychological game.

Pei Ji’an walked to the side, picked up the scroll, sat alone at the table, opened it, and praised it while looking.

"Whose great beauty is this? So gorgeous!"

"Look at this nose, these eyes, this mouth, tsk tsk."

"I’ll frame it and hang it in my study, to see once a day."

He was praising her, and the compliments made Qu Fulan’s heart itch, eager to take a peek.

Girls have a fixation on photos, even in detention they want to have beautiful photos taken.

"Ah, such a beautiful painting must be wrapped well, lest it gets damaged." After saying, he rolled it up, pretending to store it away.

Qu Fulan couldn’t sit still but couldn’t bring herself to ask to see it after refusing earlier; that would be admitting defeat, which she wouldn’t do.

Therefore, she endured quite painfully.

Pei Ji’an pretended to put away the painting, clearly noticing her expression.

Without her having to ask, he sat by her side with the painting, "Do you want to take a look? It’s a shame not to see such a beautiful painting."

Qu Fulan quickly nodded, relieved to have a way out, she went along.

As Pei Ji’an opened the painting, he reminded, "Only one look allowed. Looking twice will cost you."

"Okay." She agreed eagerly.

"Here, take a look." He generously handed her the painting.

Qu Fulan hurriedly took it and opened the scroll—

Only to be thunderstruck, what beauty? It was an incredibly rushed sketch: two circles, one large for the body, one small for the head, with four lines for limbs and some hair on the head.

This was clearly a prank!

Realizing she’d been fooled, Qu Fulan, flush with shame and anger, lunged at him and pinched him, "I’ll fight you! You spent all this time drawing this thing, just playing tricks on me!"

Pei Ji’an was knocked onto the bed, but couldn’t help but laugh, wrestling with her for a moment before seizing her hand, "I was kidding you. Spending so much time painting; how could it really be like that?"

Qu Fulan didn’t believe him. The story of the boy who cried wolf? She’d heard that.

But Pei Ji’an truly pulled out another painting, not teasing her this time, showing it directly to her, "Look, what is this?"

Originally, Qu Fulan didn’t intend to look, afraid she’d be tricked again, but couldn’t resist glancing inadvertently, and couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Though it was her own image, people love appreciating their beautiful photos.

Capturing a picture with artistic composition is challenging, needing cooperation between photographer and subject.

Painting is the same, yet today she didn’t assist him, and he managed to paint so wonderfully, surprisingly.

Even though it was just a profile, the side-face’s lines, the curve of the mouth, even the long eyelashes, not to mention the clothes, the patterns were very clearly drawn, lifelike and vivid, like looking in a mirror.

"Isn’t it especially beautiful?" He asked.

"Yes, it’s beautiful." She admitted wholeheartedly, without feeling embarrassed that it praised herself.

Clearly he cared, to create a painting with such emotion.

Though he painted it voluntarily, not at her request, rendering her so beautifully brought her joy.

At night when going to bed, she was much more cooperative in easing his needs.

Otherwise, what would she do? Not helping him means cold showers, which she couldn’t bear.

As for sleeping separately, this was not the Pei Mansion; sleeping alone felt unsettling.

The next day, they didn’t go harvesting tea, they’d already picked enough.

If it weren’t for meeting relatives, they’d be returning today, now staying an extra day.

Witnessed Mrs. Li’s family life, also met that cousin, seemed a hardworking person.

On the second day they returned, Mrs. Li tried to send some chickens, ducks, and geese with them, which Qu Fulan politely refused.

Upon returning to the city, a report on Mrs. Li’s family was presented to Qu Fulan.

Pei Ji’an said, "I knew you wanted to know, so on the first day, sent a pigeon letter to inquire."