Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Li Guanshi raised her delicate little face, looking directly into the man's eyes.

Without waiting for Jiang Shouzhong to respond, the woman smiled again and said, "Actually, I'm very easily satisfied."

After speaking, she went into the room.

Jiang Shouzhong looked up at the deep sky and murmured, "As long as you go to the heavens, you will naturally be satisfied."

At night, Li Guanshi somehow brought out needle and thread.

Jiang Shouzhong's eyes lit up.

Unexpectedly, this world's number one female cultivator could do needlework, which reminded him of Dugu Luoxue.

However, the scene that followed greatly surprised Jiang Shouzhong.

Li Guanshi was staring blankly at the needle and thread, sitting for a whole two-hour period, sometimes staring at the needle eye, sometimes fiddling with the thread end, completely unaware of how to start.

Especially when he saw the woman looking over for help, Jiang Shouzhong shrugged and said, "Don't look at me, I really don't know how to do this."

So Li Guanshi gave up the idea of doing needlework.

But just sitting there doing nothing was indeed boring, and for a moment, the two fell into a brief silence.

"Why not go to bed early."

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the woman's graceful figure, swallowed his saliva, half jokingly and half tentatively said, "Sometimes, sleeping is also a good way to pass the time."

Yesterday, when Li Guanshi was unconscious, although he had fanciful thoughts, he ultimately did not take advantage of the situation.

But now, since they were both tasked with cultivating their relationship, it seemed reasonable to engage in couple activities during normal rest times.

Moreover, they had already spent forty-nine days together.

Though the process was special, they had an old couple-like experience, not needing to adhere to those unnecessary formalities.

"Alright."

Li Guanshi replied softly, lifted her hand and gently adjusted the oil lamp's wick, causing the light and shadow to flicker slightly, casting an ethereal beauty on her face.

The woman came to the bed and untied the silk belt at her waist.

The pale purple gauze skirt slipped off her rounded shoulders, leaving only the simple inner garment.

The thin fabric outlined her figure, exuding a special kind of gentle and tender beauty, like an elegant lotus in bloom.

Jiang Shouzhong stood aside, his heartbeat involuntarily speeding up.

This was different from the previous forty-nine days of Dual Cultivation.

During those times, Li Guanshi was like an emotionless Guanyin, despite giving him unprecedented joy during Dual Cultivation.

Yet that feeling ultimately seemed like there was an invisible barrier, always lacking the pulse and intimacy of mind-to-mind connection.

Especially as she constantly adjusted her emotions throughout the process, it felt more like a rigid, mechanical procedure, devoid of any warmth of emotion.

But now, things were different.

Li Guanshi had actively subdued her cultivation, entirely like a normal Mortal World woman.

This gave him more room for maneuver.

Jiang Shouzhong took a deep breath, steeled himself, quickly shed all his clothes, and cautiously slipped into bed.

At this moment, the man was so nervous that his palms were sweaty.

This indescribable tension was something he had never felt when interacting with any other woman.

At this moment, the woman was lying on her side, her back to him.

Her exposed shoulder skin was delicate as snow, emitting a gentle glow in the dim light, as if carved from alabaster jade, so enchanting it was hard to look away.

After hesitating for quite a while, Jiang Shouzhong finally plucked up the courage, slowly stretched his arm over, and gently embraced the woman.

Li Guanshi's eyelashes trembled slightly, as she turned her face into his arm, her scattered black hair spread across the pillow.

At this moment, Jiang Shouzhong could feel her warm breath, carrying a faint, orchid-like scent, subtly lingering at the tip of his nose.

"You..."

Jiang Shouzhong's Adam's apple rolled up and down, the words reaching his lips, but for a moment not knowing where to begin.

Li Guanshi quietly watched him, the dark pupils reflecting two points of oil lamp flames, her voice soft but carrying a hint of chill, "Do you need to consummate?"

"I suppose...it's still needed."

Jiang Shouzhong suppressed the heat within his heart, his nose brushing past the loose hair at Li Guanshi's temples, smelling the faint pine needle scent among the strands, and softly asked, "Don't you want to?"

Li Guanshi did not speak, nor showed any reaction, as if falling into a certain serene contemplation.

Unable to contain his inner impulse, Jiang Shouzhong, with a hint of nervousness, tentatively pecked at the woman's lips. It was like touching the first frost on a pine branch in late autumn, a coldness with a subtly delightful sweetness.

Outside the window lattice, the moonlight obliquely cut in, just illuminating the woman's slightly raised exquisite chin.

Yet just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to proceed further, a slender finger, as delicate as a scallion root, suddenly pressed against his lips.

"The feeling is different, let's forget about it."

Li Guanshi's eyes carried a glimmer of Water Moon's clear brilliance as she gently said, "If our feelings develop further in the future, we can engage in marital affairs. By then, I think I shouldn't be resistant anymore."

Not big sister, the arrow is on the string.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but feel troubled and quite depressed.

Regardless of now when both of them have lost their powers, as the man, he still has the advantage of strength. If...

Li Guanshi's finger pressed against the man's lips moved down, gently stroking along Jiang Shouzhong's neck side, warm breath brushing his ear, she softly said, "Behave."

Jiang Shouzhong's Adam's apple rolled under the cold fingertips, ultimately not daring to get closer to that snowy neck that glowed with cold light.

Fine, anyway it doesn't matter this time or another.

"Can I at least hold you while sleeping?"

Jiang Shouzhong compromised.

Li Guanshi frowned, pondered for a moment, then smiled, "I'm still somewhat resistant, but I'll endure."

"Then forget it."

Jiang Shouzhong didn't have the habit of forcing a woman.

Yet in the next moment, Li Guanshi voluntarily nestled gently into his arms, embracing the man's body with her hands, softly speaking:

"Sometimes, changes must be made, right?"

...

The next few days, they lived a simple daily life.

During the day, they would manage some flowers and plants together in the yard.

Occasionally in the afternoon, if the weather was clear, they would move two deck chairs into the corner of the yard to sunbathe together.

At night, they would sit at the table, playing chess together.

Jiang Shouzhong had mediocre chess skills, while Li Guanshi didn't like the Go game he suggested, so they had to pass the time with some effort.

During this, Jiang Shouzhong considered telling stories, but the woman had absolutely no interest in them.

No matter if it's Snow White or Bai Niangzi, in Li Guanshi's ears, these stories were just bland narratives, unable to spark any interest.

Occasionally, they would cook together.

Li Guanshi clumsily busied herself at the stove, the fire's light and shadow reflecting on her face, adding a touch of earthly warmth.

Jiang Shouzhong thoroughly enjoyed this life.

Actually, this is what he had always longed for: simple and plain.

Whatever Emperor or not, happiness is most important.

However, the leisurely days didn't last long, as poor weather began.

A sudden nighttime downpour made the already humble bamboo house even more shabby.

…

At this moment outside, thunder roared continuously.

Li Guanshi huddled in a corner of the bed with blankets, wrapped in Jiang Shouzhong's old robe, the hem showing a jade-like ankle slightly blue from the cold.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shouzhong was busy beyond measure.

At one moment, he hurriedly held a wooden basin to collect rainwater leaking through the roof's cracks; at another, he rushed to close the windows violently banged open by the strong wind.

Indeed, it echoed the saying, "Misfortunes never come singly."

"Ah, we should have repaired the house first, really too careless."

Jiang Shouzhong mumbled in his heart while busily moving around.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of fabric tearing from behind.

Turning his head, it was Li Guanshi, barefoot at the window, trying to mend the wind-leaking window paper, yet accidentally cut her finger on the bamboo splints.

"Big sister, just stay in bed, why come down, you'll catch a cold."

Jiang Shouzhong hurriedly put down the basin and stepped forward to check.

Li Guanshi gazed at the house leaking everywhere, in a chaotic mess, and sighed lightly, lamenting, "So this is how hard life is for the poor."

Jiang Shouzhong placed her finger in his mouth, gently sucking, tasting the iron-rusty blood.

"Jiang Shouzhong, if I could have met you ten years earlier, perhaps..."

The woman gazed tenderly at the man but did not continue.

The greatest regret in the world is the misalignment of time.