Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Yi Shiyin indeed forgot; previously, while looking at the booklet, the straightforward images made her imagination run wild. She couldn't focus on learning the steps and instead envisioned the man in the picture as Chen Mo, without delving into the actual procedures...

"Xiaolu, what's wrong?"

Although Yi Shiyin's looks weren't as astonishing as the Xia Family's young lady, she was a classic beauty with an oval face, her petite and lovable aura was the most enchanting. However, at this moment, Chen Mo saw confusion and helplessness in her big eyes.

"No... husband, you lie down, it'll be... alright soon."

Yi Shiyin's eyes flickered, feeling somewhat anxious inside, repeatedly recalling the booklet's contents. But now all she could remember was the woman in the picture sitting on the man...

What comes next, what comes next?

Yi Shiyin started to feel uneasy, fearful that she'd make her husband unhappy on their wedding night. Seeing her husband staring at her intently, her heart stirred slightly.

Got it.

Following the steps in the booklet, she began attempting...

...

But as soon as she touched him, it was as if she had been shocked and withdrew immediately. Though she still didn't quite understand, her body's reactions made her flawless face blush crimson, like the tender petals of a peach blossom in early spring. A swarm of words that could become stars if spoken swirled in her mind.

She was too embarrassed to ask, so she simply repeated the earlier act, hoping it would pass.

Because Yi Shiyin was different from other women, Chen Mo couldn't bear to harm her, thus he gave her considerable respect. Seeing her remain uniquely herself, he said again, "Xiaolu, let me handle it instead."

"Husband, wait a moment, it'll be... alright soon," Yi Shiyin responded with a smile to Chen Mo.

But soon, she felt her body acting increasingly strange, especially...

She struggled to hold back, but bodily reactions can't always be forced down by will alone.

Suddenly, Yi Shiyin's expression changed swiftly; her lively eyes showed panic. In Chen Mo's astonished gaze, she quickly hurried downstairs without even putting on her shoes, calling out urgently, "Xiaoling, Xiaoling..."

The maid Xiaoling, who had been sitting on the doorstep sleepily waiting, instantly perked up upon hearing her lady's call, thinking she was finally needed for help.

As soon as she walked in, she saw her lady, dressed only in undergarments, crouched in a corner, sobbing.

Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, wondering why the lady was crying, and hurried over to check, "Miss, what's wrong? Did the master bully you?"

After all, tonight was the lady's wedding night, with only her and the master inside. Seeing her like this, Xiaoling's first thought was that the master had struck her.

Instantly, Xiaoling was less pleased too.

If the master didn't cherish the lady, then Xiaoling's days wouldn't be easy either.

"No," Yi Shiyin quickly shook her head, afraid Xiaoling would misunderstand.

"Then why are you crying, miss?" Seeing that it wasn't the master, Xiaoling sighed with relief but then became puzzled.

Yi Shiyin found it difficult to speak; she couldn't possibly tell Xiaoling she went to the bathroom, especially on herself.

That would be too humiliating.

"Xiaolu, what's wrong?" Chen Mo also came down barefoot from upstairs.

The loft, serving as their bridal chamber, was spotless, so there was no worry about dirt.

"Hus... husband, don't come over." Seeing Chen Mo follow her down, Yi Shiyin's first thought was to run. But glancing at her attire, she realized that fleeing would be akin to losing her purity if seen by others, thus she told Chen Mo not to come closer.

She thought to herself.

Done for, done for.

On the wedding night, the bride, yet...

If the husband found out, he would surely despise her.

Yet Chen Mo worried something might have happened to her and continued to approach.

Yi Shiyin quickly covered her face, wishing she could dig a hole to bury herself.

"Master," Xiaoling said.

"Xiaoling, you may leave for now; I'll handle this," Chen Mo replied.

"Miss." Xiaoling glanced at Yi Shiyin, seeing her silent assent, she then withdrew.

Chen Mo crouched beside Yi Shiyin, stroking her head. The stray tuft of hair sticking up now looked quite cute, causing Chen Mo to tease it a little more, saying, "Xiaolu, what's really wrong? Why are you crying without any apparent reason, is it something I've done wrong?"

Yi Shiyin dropped her hands and shook her head, sobbing, "You did nothing wrong, husband, it's me... useless, can't even serve my husband properly, and even... even..."

"Even what?"

"Nothing." Yi Shiyin avoided his gaze.

"Since you take me as your husband, at this moment, you still want to hide things from me?"

"But..." Yi Shiyin looked up, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes. Seeing her husband's focused gaze, she hesitated for three seconds, then confessed.

Understanding the truth, Chen Mo froze momentarily, then chuckled softly.

Seeing this, Yi Shiyin's face turned pale, lowering her head, convinced her husband truly despised her.

"I wondered what it was." Chen Mo held her shoulders, encouraging her to look at him, gently saying, "Silly, that's not at all..."

Chen Mo explained some physiological knowledge to Yi Shiyin.

Fortunately, this was the Otherworld. If it were his world, news of this would definitely deem him eccentric, or people would gossip that he must be pretending, impossible not to know something like this.

Upon hearing him, Yi Shiyin felt her face blush deeply. She believed Chen Mo's explanation since it was indeed not the same as going to the bathroom.

Her hands twisted anxiously, softly asking, "Then husband... will you ever find me repulsive?"

"Of course not, I'd rather shower you with affection." Chen Mo pinched her nose playfully.

Upon hearing this, Yi Shiyin's eyes sparkled with joy. Her eyebrows curved, her rosy cheeks blooming with warmth, and her heart brimming sweetly. Her husband treated her so well.

"Then... husband, does this mean we've completed the bridal night?" Yi Shiyin whispered shyly.

Chen Mo: "..."

Chen Mo suddenly lifted her up, replying, "Not yet."

"...Ah!" Yi Shiyin gasped, then clinged to Chen Mo's neck, murmuring, "But... I followed the booklet's instructions."

"Seems Xiaolu didn't study seriously; this won't do." Chen Mo said as he carried Yi Shiyin back upstairs.

Just as Yi Shiyin was about to speak, she felt the soft, embracing atmosphere enveloping her.

Yi Shiyin's eyes widened, her thoughts buzzing, her hair tuft swaying incessantly—so this is what kissing feels like?

Before she could ponder any further, unrestrained invasion reached her.

The girl's curved lashes slightly trembled, her Yu Yan face flushed brightly.

Her hands shifted from clinging to Chen Mo's neck to resting on his shoulders for convenience.

When the girl reacted, she was already lying on the wedding bed, her silk socks slipped off by the young man, revealing petite and exquisite jade feet.

Perhaps due to her delicate build, her jade-like feet were even more beautiful than Xia Zhiqing's, resembling the newly-sprouted tips of winter bamboo shoots.

Feeling flustered and confused, she suddenly sensed a change in her undergarments, her heart skipped, tremblingly voicing, "Husband you..."

"Don't speak; leave everything to me." Chen Mo interrupted her.

"...Alright."

Yi Shiyin closed her eyes, her hands lifted defensively, akin to a lamb awaiting butcher, leaving all actions to her gentleman.

Soon, she felt all her protective shells peeled away.

When she discreetly opened her eyes to a narrow slit, she saw a shadow swishing, the gentle breath coming towards her lips.

Yi Shiyin's face burned like fire; her delicate brows underneath quivered slightly. Her hands pressed against her body gripped the sheets tighter, soon her dainty nose emitted a soft whimper, and a tear slid from her eye corner.

...

...

The night deepened.

Sitting outside the loft, Xiaoling could no longer resist sleepiness. Glancing back at the second floor, hearing no calls, seeing lights dimmed, she sighed disappointedly and went to rest.

After some unknown time, the lights rekindled.

On the wedding bed on the second floor, under the embroidered quilt with mandarin ducks, a pair of lovebirds cuddled together—the girl's smooth forehead sweaty, strands of hair pasted on her cheeks like a docile kitten nestled in Chen Mo's arms. Yet the scratching feeling in her heart wouldn't dissipate.

After a moment of silence, the girl gathered her courage, softly spoke, "Husband, Xiaolu wants more..."

Chen Mo: "..."