Chapter 35: Husband, want to take a look?

Because of his sharp mouth, Chen Wuji again took a barrage of little punches from Huo Sanniang.

But it still couldn't stop his lecherous eyes from straining to look at Shen Youwei's body.

The so-called suspender of this era is actually very much like later generations' suspender skirt.

Huo Sanniang chose the most conservative style for Shen Youwei, covering everything fairly tightly, which counts as a relatively traditional suspender skirt.

There is also an inner garment called the abdomen-wrap, which is very much like later generations' sexy sleepwear: the front is a single piece of cloth, while the back consists of two straps wrapped around.

Actually, Chen Wuji wanted that style at the time, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

Mainly because the shopkeeper wasn't easy to talk to.

"Stop looking already; later you'll definitely get sick of it. Go help Youwei, I'll go cook!" Huo Sanniang lightly patted Chen Wuji on the head and said angrily.

Through Chen Wuji's gaze, she genuinely felt this guy's curiosity about women.

But there's nothing she can do; she really can't do that kind of thing now…

Let's just lightly punish him for a few days.

Chen Wuji answered with a face full of regret, then entered Huo Sanniang and Shen Youwei's room.

If you don't look, you won't know; but once you look, it's truly shocking.

Shen Youwei, unbeknownst to anyone, is actually undertaking a huge project.

She hauled in a big pile of earth and placed it in the center of the room, moving all the furniture to the middle, clearing space all around.

Chen Wuji previously thought she was just patching up the pits and dents, but now he realizes she actually wants to re-plaster all four walls.

With this amount of work, they really need to get cracking; otherwise, the two of them won't have anywhere to sleep tonight.

"Husband, wait a moment!" Shen Youwei suddenly said softly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Wuji had just taken off his shoes, preparing to work with the mud.

Shen Youwei lowered her head, her cheeks still flushed with a lovely blush, and softly said: "Husband, do you now want to consummate the marriage more, or do you want to look… look at my concubine self?"

"Both." Chen Wuji couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Shen Youwei seemed to be preparing to do something.

"Both… this…" Shen Youwei became embarrassed.

"Consummating the marriage probably won't work for now; elder sister firmly forbids it, so I can't secretly give it to my husband."

She was like a squirrel caught stealing grain, her hands nervously clasped together, her head drooping so far that her chin almost stuck into a collarbone where you could raise fish.

"I'm joking; I don't want it now either. After you heal your body we'll consummate. If I don't listen to the wife, I'm afraid she'll beat me to death, so we'll just obey. Do you want to let me look now? Hurry up and let me see!" Chen Wuji said.

As a mature fool who can grasp boundaries, the essence is two true statements and one false.

"Can I lift it up? If I take it off, the elder sister will notice, and then she'll hit you—I won't stop her."

"That works too." Chen Wuji nodded heavily.

Regardless of the circumstances, as long as I can see, it's fine.

Shen Youwei lowered her head, her cheeks flushed red to scorching, and slowly slipped off the suspender's straps.

Chen Wuji's little heart, parched for who knows how long, suddenly leapt up uncontrollably.

The smooth shoulder revealed its full form, skin like congealed fat; even without touching, Chen Wuji could feel with just his eyes that smoothness and delicacy.

The strap on the other side also slipped down lightly…

Chen Wuji's breathing instantly grew heavy.

Those distant mountains, at this moment, were calling to him right before his eyes.

Though petite, she is exquisite and charming.

But those shocking scars mar this beauty, changing its flavor.

As if a lovely flower struggling in a wasteland of the apocalypse.

Despite its sorrow and bitterness, its vitality and beauty cannot be suppressed.

Chen Wuji reached out his hand and touched those hideous scars.

"Does it still hurt?" Chen Wuji asked softly.

A single phrase, three characters, instantly made Shen Youwei burst into tears.

Two streams of clear tears fell without warning.

She laughed and cried, stubbornly pressing her lips and shaking her head firmly: "It doesn't hurt anymore; it's just that the scars aren't easy to fade, and they look a bit unsightly. Husband, don't be afraid—my body is clean; those vile people never touched even an inch of my skin."

Chen Wuji no longer had any desire to play around; feeling the uneven scars under his fingertip, he once again clearly saw the seventeen-year-old girl's past suffering and darkness.

Perhaps her proactive display of her beauty now is also related to those past experiences; she is proving her worth.

Even though this family is poor as can be, in Shen Youwei's heart it is at least a normal household.

There is a man who won't generously share her with his father, sell her to others, or even prepare to eat her.

A man who not only is willing to accept her, but also willing to care for her as his principal wife.

That is enough!

"Wait a moment, I know a remedy that can remove scars and doesn't cost money, but… I can't recall what it is right now—give me a moment to think… let me think…" Chen Wuji pretended to ponder, while his eyes wandered aimlessly at the corner of the wall.

Woodlice—those things should be found in the nooks and crannies of such a mud-brick house.

"Husband, it's fine if you can't remember; I'm still young, and given time it should heal on its own—it's just going to trouble you for a while." Shen Youwei's eyes held tears and a smile.

A silly man, but he truly knows how to cherish people.

"I've remembered!" Chen Wuji shouted excitedly, trying to make himself look as silly as possible: "It's woodlice—apply woodlice to the scar, and the scar will fade."

"This… will it work?" Shen Youwei doubted a little.

This remedy sounds so unreliable, almost like sorcery.

Chen Wuji said firmly: "It's woodlice! I don't know if it works, I recall it vaguely, but whether effective or not, we can give it a try."

"Alright, then this afternoon I'll look for a few to test; they should be in the wall corners, dark and damp places." Shen Youwei nodded seriously.