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Although Mu Qinghan was somewhat puzzled, he didn't think much of it. He pushed the door open and closed it behind him, shutting out the noise from outside.
He slowly turned around, wanting to speak to Ya Ya, but when his gaze fell upon that expanse of white, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath caught in his throat.
Amidst the swirling steam, the girl's skin glowed with a warm, moist sheen, and her shy face resembled a ripe peach.
Her slender waist was so delicate it seemed like it could be grasped in one hand, and her soft breasts rose and fell gently with her breath. Her naked body was breathtakingly beautiful in the warm light.
Mu Qinghan opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't make a sound. She could only stare blankly.
"You...you stop staring at me like that...you bad guy..."
Tu Shan Ya Ya's face was almost dripping with blood, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover it.
But as soon as she raised her hand, she realized something, her ears perked up instantly, and she hurriedly covered them with her other hand, looking both flustered and embarrassed.
"Ya Ya, you..."
Mu Qinghan's voice was a little dry, and he moved his throat, but he didn't know what to say.
"Idiot, I wouldn't have done this if you hadn't looked so tired these past few days."
Tu Shan Ya Ya tried to remain calm, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed her nervousness.
She pursed her reddened lips and slowly raised her hand.
"Come here, let me help you clean up and relax."
"Oh, okay, sure."
Mu Qinghan had never been so flustered before. Her ears burned, and she quickly bent down to take off her clothes.
As she stepped into the bath, the warm water reached her waist, but it was far less intense than the burning heat of the shy blush in the girl's eyes.
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked at his slightly flustered appearance and a faint smile quietly appeared on her lips.
She gently wrapped her arms around Mu Qinghan's waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his warm back, her fluffy fox ears tickling his skin.
She slowed her movements, holding the silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from his shoulder. She rested her head lightly on his shoulder, her breath filled with his cool, refreshing scent.
Mu Qinghan felt a soft object press against his back, and warm breath swept across his neck. The heat in his heart was like a flame that had been ignited, spreading through his blood to every part of his body.
He clenched his fingertips tightly, trying to suppress his panic.
Tsk... can't calm down at all.
In a daze, he recalled that many years ago, a wandering monk had taught him a calming mantra.
Tsk... how do you pronounce it again?
As Tu Shan Ya Ya lowered her eyes, she happened to catch a glimpse of his unusual expression.
She hurriedly looked away, staring at the petals floating on the surface of the pool. Her fingertips unconsciously twisted the silk handkerchief, and even the wiping motion slowed down.
The two innocent little rabbits were now at a loss.
A moment of silence followed, then Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly bit her lip, gently pushed Mu Qing Han's shoulder away, and walked around to stand in front of him.
She took a deep breath and slowly sat on his lap. Warm water rippled with her movement, washing over their intertwined skin.
"You...you can help me wash too, I can't always be the one wiping you."
Her voice was barely audible, her ears were perked up, and she dared not look him in the eye.
"Oh oh oh..."
Mu Qinghan quickly took the silk handkerchief she offered.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her smooth back, and gently wiped it with warm water, his movements tender.
“Qinghan,” Tu Shan Yaya suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Mu Qinghan paused, his fingertips still resting on her shoulder blade.
Not long after, Tu Shan Ya Ya called him softly again.
"Hee hee hee--"
"So cold, so cold, so cold..."
Chapter 150 Spring Festival
The words "Chinese New Year" carry vastly different weight in the hearts of different people.
For those who have been working hard all year, it is a result of the dust settling down.
It means that the more than 300 days and nights of hard work have come to an end, and at the moment of finishing work, all the fatigue can be gently soothed by "It's finally almost Chinese New Year".
But for most people, it is a solemn process.
We started cleaning and dusting the windows half a month in advance, sweeping away the mold and dust from the old year.
The menu for the New Year's Eve dinner was changed again and again to take into account both the elderly's teeth and the children's tastes.
Even if it means traveling thousands of miles, people will rush home, just to spend a few days saying goodbye to the regrets of the previous year and welcoming the new year's dawn with the warmth of their families.
But this solemnity might be insignificant in the eyes of the demon race.
Most of them are only worried about where to find food today, given the scarcity of prey in winter.
For the demon race, which has a long lifespan and is used to the struggle with nature, the changing of seasons is just a change in the difficulty of finding food. They have no time to spend their energy on human rituals such as "saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new".
But the human race's obsession with the New Year has always been hidden in the word "reunion".
These two words are like a brand etched into our blood. From the day the concept of "home" was born, it has become an inescapable concern in everyone's heart.
Just as fallen leaves always drift back to the roots of the tree, people always think about heading home.
When you're young, you might leave for distant scenery, but no matter how far you go, you still long to have a hot meal under the familiar eaves.
As people age, they especially hope to spend their final days surrounded by their families.
A life that has a beginning and an end is a life that is complete.
When Tu Shan Ya Ya opened her door in the early morning, she was greeted by a courtyard full of red.
Overnight, the eaves, tree branches, and even the stone lion heads at the gate of the Mu Mansion were covered with bright red lanterns.
The lantern tassels swayed gently in the cold wind, and the warm yellow light shone through the thin paper, turning the blue brick ground into a gentle orange-red.
Even the air was filled with an indescribable festive atmosphere.
She couldn't help but stop in her tracks, a hint of surprise appearing in her eyes.
As he turned around, he happened to bump into the Mu family coming out of the house.
Old Man Mu was wearing a newly made red cotton-padded jacket with a small "Fu" character embroidered on the cuffs.
Grandma Mu was holding a plate of freshly fried sugar cakes, and her red cotton-padded jacket made her face look especially rosy.
Even the usually playful younger members of the shepherd family were dressed properly in red cloth jackets, clutching unlit firecrackers in their hands, their eyes sparkling as they stared at the lanterns in the courtyard.
"Ya Ya, try this!"
Suddenly, Old Lady Mu beckoned to her and handed her a neatly folded bright red robe.
The fabric is the finest brocade, soft to the touch, and the collar and cuffs are embroidered with lotus scroll patterns in gold thread, the stitches so fine that the threads are invisible.
Grandma Mu patted her hand and laughed, "Don't let my usual carefree attitude fool you, I'm quite skilled at needlework. Try it on, I guarantee it'll fit perfectly."
Tu Shan Ya Ya carried the red robe back to her room to change. The fabric felt warm against her skin, and the size was just right for her figure, allowing her to move freely without any restriction.
She was examining herself in the bronze mirror when she suddenly heard soft footsteps outside the door.
Looking up, Mu Qinghan was slowly walking in from the inner room.
The person who always wore a plain white robe was now wearing a red robe.
The fabric was a similar brocade to hers, but the pattern was changed to a subtle plum blossom design, which was almost invisible unless you looked closely.
The red color added warmth to his already fair complexion, the wisps of hair on his forehead swayed slightly in the wind, a faint smile played on his lips, and his eyes were gentle.
The aloofness that used to keep people at arm's length has vanished, replaced by a youthful vibrancy that makes him even somewhat endearing.
Tu Shan Ya Ya stood there, staring blankly as he approached.
The light from the countless red lanterns fell upon him, making his red robe even brighter and highlighting his smile.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered a storybook she had read a few years ago.
When humans get married, the bride and groom both wear red clothes like this. The groom will walk towards the bride with a smile, take her home, and they will be together for the rest of their lives.
The moment the thought popped into my head, my eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and my nose started to sting.
It was just an ordinary New Year, except he was wearing different clothes, but his heart felt filled with something, a bittersweet feeling, and he was so moved that he almost cried.
She remembered that when she read that storybook back then, she felt a pang of pain in her heart for Mu Bingkuai's words, "We have no further connection," but now she could embrace him and kiss him peacefully.
She hurriedly lowered her head, clutching the gold thread on her cuff, but couldn't help but steal a glance at the smiling person standing under the red light.
"What's wrong? Do your clothes not fit?"
Mu Qinghan's voice was gentle, softly falling into Tu Shan Ya Ya's ear.
Seeing that the girl was still in a daze, her fingertips still clutching the gold thread on her cuff, he quietly walked up behind her.
He gently wrapped his arms around her waist from both sides, his palms pressed against her warm lower abdomen beneath her red robe, and even gave it a light squeeze.
The bronze mirror reflected the two figures close together.
The matching crimson robes shimmered softly in the warm light, and his dark plum blossom pattern and her lotus vines gently touched at the hem of his robe, as if they were destined to be a perfect pair.
Looking at the girl's reddened eyes in the mirror, Mu Qinghan lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her cheek.
"Isn't this beautiful? Cheer up, give me a smile."
Tu Shan Ya Ya was slightly taken aback, then smiled.
That smile spread from the depths of his eyes, dazzlingly bright.
She broke free from his embrace, and as she turned around, her skirt brushed lightly against the ground. She then reached out and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder and nuzzling him.
When she looked up again, her eyes were bright and sparkling, with a touch of naivety.
"Kiss me."
Mu Qinghan was amused by her straightforward manner, and the smile on his lips deepened.