Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha Playboy in Ancient Times (GL) - Chapter 28
Even after being scolded, Shen Xingyue didn’t pull away. She was afraid Su Muyu might not have the strength to stay upright, so she still held her gently. But Su Muyu pushed her twice more and muttered, “Turn around. Don’t look at me.”
“Alright,” Shen Xingyue agreed, “but sit steady—I’m letting go now.”
Only after confirming Su Muyu had sat securely did Shen Xingyue release her hold and turn around, her back facing her. After these past few days, Shen Xingyue was beginning to feel like she was developing the instincts of a nurturing, mom-type girlfriend. Then she quickly shook her head. No way. I’m straight! She’s the female lead. We’re just really good friends. Girlfriends? Not a chance.
Behind her, the soft rustling of clothes could be heard. Su Muyu changed quickly while stealing glances at Shen Xingyue. “I’m done.”
Shen Xingyue turned around and saw Su Muyu already under the covers, looking at her with her ears flushed red.
Her gaze lingered on the deep blush at the tip of Su Muyu’s ears for a moment, making her chest itch faintly. She quickly looked away, got up, and carefully placed Su Muyu’s outer clothes on the rack. She also hung up their two cloaks, then began removing her own outer garments.
Su Muyu noticed this and immediately flushed an even deeper red. Shen Xingyue liked to hold her even during the day. She hadn’t thought much of it when they weren’t close before, but now… Shen Xingyue no longer punished her, even spoiled her at times. She’d even kicked Shen Xingyue today and gotten away with it. Was she… getting used to this?
Her heart jolted at the thought, and she quickly turned to face the wall, burying herself in the blankets. No! Shen Xingyue isn’t spoiling me—she’s just teasing me! She’s just being annoying on purpose!
Yet, even as Su Muyu silently cursed Shen Xingyue’s various “evil deeds,” the corners of her lips curled into a smile. Especially when she remembered how Shen Xingyue had stood in front of her today, shielding her—no matter how she tried, she couldn’t hide the warm feeling bubbling inside her.
Shen Xingyue took off her outer robe and got into bed, ready to cuddle Su Muyu and take a nap. After half a day on the carriage and a morning spent in the freezing plum garden, she was starting to feel a bit worn out.
When she climbed onto the bed and saw Su Muyu with her back to her, hiding in the blanket, she reached out and gently pulled her into her arms. While tugging at the blanket, she muttered softly, “Don’t cover yourself like that—you’ll feel stuffy again.”
Su Muyu hadn’t expected her to get into bed so quickly, let alone come over and hold her again. Most of her blanket had been pulled away in an instant, and with her strength, she couldn’t fight it. In the next moment, she was already back in Shen Xingyue’s arms.
She twisted a little in protest, but it was purely symbolic—her struggles didn’t budge Shen Xingyue at all. Blushing, she whispered, “Let go. It’s still daytime. How can you always be hugging and clinging like this?”
“I’m not hugging anyone else. Why can’t I hold my own wife?” Shen Xingyue replied, her breath warm as it brushed softly against the nape of Su Muyu’s neck.
As a kunze, Su Muyu’s sensitive gland was located at the back of her neck—a faint, delicate bump. Shen Xingyue’s warm breath gently stirred that spot, causing a faint swelling. Before she realized it, Su Muyu’s xinxiang—her scent of attraction—began to leak ever so slightly from the gland, floating straight into Shen Xingyue’s nose and mouth.
A subtle, lingering floral scent filled Shen Xingyue’s senses. She had smelled it once before—this was Su Muyu’s scent. Her heart began to race. She instinctively pulled Su Muyu tighter, her nose brushing lightly against the back of her neck.
“Yu’er… you smell so good here,” she murmured.
The light stimulation on her vulnerable gland made Su Muyu’s body go even softer. As Shen Xingyue drew closer, her breath pressed directly onto that spot. Su Muyu trembled and couldn’t help but release more of her xinxiang.
“Don’t touch me there! If you do that again, I won’t speak to you anymore!” Su Muyu cried out, panic rising in her voice.
She had never been this close to any dryuan before. Or rather, not until these past few days with Shen Xingyue. She didn’t fully understand all of it, but before their wedding, the Su family had arranged for a matron to teach her a bit about conjugal matters. So she wasn’t completely ignorant.
Thinking about her reactions, her body’s sensitivity, Su Muyu’s eyes began to well up. Was this just the kunze’s nature? That just a bit of closeness from a dryuan would trigger such reactions?
Or… could it be because it was Shen Xingyue?
That thought frightened her, and she shook her head firmly. Impossible. I don’t like Shen Xingyue. She hates me too. I can’t start hoping for something unrealistic just because she helped me once. That’ll only lead to heartbreak.
Hearing the quiver in Su Muyu’s voice, Shen Xingyue slowly snapped out of the haze brought on by the xinxiang. Her slightly dazed mind began to clear. She had only wanted to protect Su Muyu—how did things end up making her cry?
Shen Xingyue immediately let go and reached for a handkerchief, gently helping Su Muyu wipe away her tears. Her voice was soft and filled with remorse. “I was wrong, alright? Please don’t be upset anymore. I didn’t know that spot couldn’t be touched—I swear I won’t go near it again, okay? Don’t cry…”
Seeing Shen Xingyue looking genuinely flustered as she helped her dry her tears, Su Muyu’s anger slowly melted away. She was Shen Xingyue’s official Princess Consort—if Shen Xingyue really wanted to force her, she had no way to resist. And yet here she was, being patiently coaxed.
Su Muyu wasn’t truly angry at Shen Xingyue, not entirely. What she hated was this body of hers—frail, constantly ill, born weaker than any dryuan. She could never enter court or hold power like they could. Even in the most intimate moments, kunze were at a disadvantage. She hated this feeling of always being the one controlled.
Noticing she was still sniffling, Shen Xingyue felt a pang in her chest and pulled her back into her arms. She had only meant to joke around a little—as friends. But Su Muyu was still a child of this ancient world, with the innocence and caution of someone raised under rigid customs. She had clearly frightened her. Shen Xingyue whispered gently, “I’m really sorry. I won’t do anything you don’t want. If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep in the guest room tonight. Would that be okay?”
Su Muyu rested quietly in her arms for a while before slowly shaking her head. This courtyard was Shen Xingyue’s—how could she ask her to move out? And besides… all Shen Xingyue had done was lean in and breathe against her skin. She hadn’t actually done anything else. It was her own sensitive gland that had reacted. And now that they were finally getting along better, if she acted like Shen Xingyue was her enemy again, she’d only lose the little ground she’d gained.
“No need,” Su Muyu said softly. “It was nothing. I don’t even know why I cried.”
Her voice was still hoarse. She wasn’t someone who cried easily. Growing up, she had learned that tears solved nothing. They only made her mother feel helpless—and they never changed anyone’s mind. Eventually, she stopped letting herself cry.
Even when Shen Xingyue had once made her kneel in the snow as punishment, she’d endured it quietly, never shedding a tear. Yet today, she had.
And Su Muyu herself didn’t even know why.
“Alright,” Shen Xingyue said gently. “We’ve both had a long day. Let’s get some rest.”
She carefully helped Su Muyu lie down properly, making sure she was settled. This time, she didn’t try to hold her, and obediently lay down beside her.
But Su Muyu found it hard to adjust. Normally, Shen Xingyue would wrap herself around her while they slept. The room was warm from the burning charcoal, but her body had always been weak. Even under thick blankets, her hands and feet stayed cold.
Shen Xingyue’s body, on the other hand, was like a furnace. Being held by her was like sleeping beside a personal heater, one that wrapped her completely in warmth.
Now, without that heat, Su Muyu actually felt colder than before.
She shut her eyes and told herself this was better. Shen Xingyue’s kindness wouldn’t last. If she got used to it, she’d only end up lost in a short-lived illusion. Yes, Shen Xingyue had protected her today—but who could say that wasn’t just to provoke Su Muqiu? After all, Shen Xingyue used to be so infatuated with her.
As Shen Xingyue lay beside her, a subtle emptiness settled over her heart. She noticed Su Muyu had curled into herself for warmth and couldn’t help feeling a bit distressed. After a moment, she leaned in and asked softly, “Do you want me to hold you while you sleep? I promise I won’t move a muscle.”
Su Muyu opened her eyes and glanced at her a few times, then gave a quiet little huff. But just like always, she slowly buried herself in Shen Xingyue’s arms.
Smiling, Shen Xingyue wrapped her arms around her again and took one of Su Muyu’s cold hands in both of hers, gently warming it.
“Why are you always this cold?” she murmured. “You should really let me hold you when you sleep. Just look—your hands are like ice already. I’ll have the kitchen prepare bird’s nest soup every day. You need proper nourishment.”
She fussed over her as she warmed her hand, muttering softly like an old woman nagging her beloved.
At the mention of “nourishing the body,” Su Muyu’s ears suddenly burned. Shen Xingyue had mentioned before that once she was healthier, they could consummate the marriage. So was all this care and attention… just to make that experience more enjoyable?
The thought alone made her flush all the way down her neck. She immediately buried her face in the crook of Shen Xingyue’s neck, too embarrassed to look up.
I must’ve been completely corrupted by her… she thought. Why am I thinking all these ridiculous things lately? It’s all Shen Xingyue’s fault—she’s so shameless!
Shen Xingyue, still earnestly warming her hand, had no idea she was being mentally accused of indecency again.
“Why do you care so much about my health?” Su Muyu eventually asked, still blushing. Her voice came out soft and airy, like a small kitten with no strength.
Shen Xingyue had always been weak to this kind of voice—and this time it was Su Muyu’s, which made it even worse. She immediately answered in a gentle tone, “Of course I care. You’re my wife. You have to stay with me for a long, long time. How could I not care about your health?”
Hearing those words—a long, long time—Su Muyu’s ears turned even redder. She lifted a leg and nudged Shen Xingyue lightly, trying to scold her, but what came out instead was soft and petulant: “You’re talking nonsense again… always spouting sweet nothings. So shameless.”
“What do you mean, sweet nothings?” Shen Xingyue said, still smiling. “If you like them, I’ll whisper one to you every single night, how about that?”
Su Muyu didn’t dare let her go on. Her face still buried in Shen Xingyue’s neck, she quickly reached up with her left hand and covered Shen Xingyue’s mouth—afraid she might actually start reciting love poetry next.
After all, she had read quite a few of those scandalous picture books…