Chapter 41: A dark and windy night for killing

That night.

The room, which had been redecorated, became increasingly cozy.

The bedding was replaced with new ones.

The candlestick was also replaced with a new one.

The red candle was lit, and the warm, dim candlelight illuminated the entire room.

"In a few days, I'll repair the house, expand it, and add some furniture and beds."

"I'll also buy you a dressing table and two little maids, so you won't have to do these heavy chores in the future."

Duan Yu sat on the bed.

A pair of big feet were soaking in a wooden basin filled with hot water.

Diao Chan knelt in front, her pair of soft little hands were rubbing Duan Yu's feet.

Hearing Duan Yu say he wanted to buy little maids, Diao Chan immediately shook her head.

"I've gotten used to these things at home," Diao Chan said in a soft voice: "If my husband lets me be idle, I'll have nothing to do."

While speaking, Diao Chan picked up a piece of linen, took Duan Yu's feet out of the water basin, and wiped them dry gently.

"Husband, you lie down first, I'll be right back."

Diao Chan stood up with the wooden basin.

Her graceful figure was fully displayed under the candlelight.

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles.

Because of poverty before, Diao Chan didn't have a decent set of clothes.

But now, wearing new clothes, the tight waist clearly outlined Diao Chan's slender waist.

Duan Yu, sitting on the bed, couldn't help but feel restless.

It didn't matter if he didn't transmigrate into some noble or aristocrat.

At the very least, he had such a beautiful wife by his side right after transmigrating.

He believed that as life got better in the future, Diao Chan would only become more beautiful.

Speaking of becoming more beautiful.

Duan Yu's mind couldn't help but recall the noble woman he met in Jinyang City during the day.

Although that woman was also beautiful, she was not as beautiful as Diao Chan.

It was just that the luxurious clothes and jewelry on her body made her look very elegant.

Touching the name card in his pocket, there was an address on it.

"I wonder who these two people are."

Anyone who could be so generous must not be an ordinary person.

They might even be high-ranking officials or nobles.

"If I can build a good relationship with them, there might be more sales channels for the prey hunted in the mountains in the future."

Duan Yu was pondering.

The door opened.

Diao Chan walked into the room with soft steps.

Duan Yu turned his head to look and was stunned.

At this moment, Diao Chan was wearing a red dress, and her lips were also smeared with bright red rouge.

Her eyes were like silk, full of affection.

Her hands were placed at her waist, gently pulling the silk ribbon.

Hiss!

Duan Yu immediately gasped.

Diao Chan, who walked near the candlelight, bowed slightly, then blew out the candle with a fragrant breath.

Suddenly, the room fell into an ambiguous black atmosphere.

As Diao Chan's footsteps approached.

Rustling sounds fell to the ground, the long red dress was removed, and white jade appeared.

"Husband... you... you lie down."

Diao Chan's shy voice sounded.

Good heavens!

For the past two days, he had been the active one, and Diao Chan was the passive one.

What's going on today... ===== CHAPTER 43 =====