Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 926: Intimate Actions

Chapter 926: Chapter 926: Intimate Actions

She then asked Nangong Ye, "So, you mean to say you had never heard the term ’wedding photo’ before? It was all my imagination, and you painted it according to my wishes?"

"Exactly!" Nangong Ye replied, "You also said that once we got married, we would go on a honeymoon for a month, going wherever seemed fun. But we never got to carry out that plan, so my current plan is to first return to the Capital City. I will resign from my royal duties, and after that, we can go on our honeymoon together."

Nan Feng felt as if someone had thumped her on the head.

Wedding photo, honeymoon, she was certain that these concepts did not exist in ancient times. Once ancient women got married, they were expected to devoutly support their husbands and teach their children, never stepping out of the inner doors, let alone go on a honeymoon.

The person who married Nangong Ye was truly none other than herself!

A long, long time passed, and she remained in shock.

Seeing Nan Feng’s pale face, Nangong Ye wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tenderly asking again, "Fengfeng, what’s wrong?"

Because they were so close, his face brushed against hers slightly, and Nan Feng’s body suddenly stiffened.

She had been averse to intimate contact with others since she was young. If someone touched her, she would feel uncomfortable, unless it was someone she deliberately wanted to be close to or someone she was very close to; she would then be at ease with them. Nangong Ye’s intimate gesture made her feel quite unnatural.

Thinking this way, even if the person who married Nangong Ye was her pre-amnesia self, and even though her current admiration for him was as endless as a surging river, she still could not be that intimate with him.

This feeling was very painful. Although they had once been so close, her feelings for him had faded so much. She merely idolized him, and idols aren’t meant to be married; they are meant to be admired.

"Fengfeng, what on earth is the matter?" Nangong Ye pressed further.

"Nothing, I’m fine," she said, slowly pushing his hand away, not daring to look at him, and hastily grabbed one of the paintings before scurrying back to her room.

Once she closed the door behind her, she collapsed to the floor, picking up one of the paintings again.

She tried desperately to remember the past, but it was still muddled, and her mind was filled with fragmented images. These were not enough to compel her to whole-heartedly devote herself to Nangong Ye; at least, she did not feel they were at the stage of husband and wife yet.

Never mind, affection can be cultivated slowly. Perhaps gradually, their affection could surpass that of a married couple?

Nan Feng remained sitting on the spot for a long time until a maid from the Yamen came to offer to add more charcoal to the fire, which snapped her out of her trance.

...

Shangzhi City.

The snow had let up a bit, but the entirety of Shangzhi City was still enveloped in a white expanse.

When Nan Feng said she wanted to go out for a stroll, Nangong Ye accompanied her.

"Don’t you like the clothes Lady Song gave you?" Nangong Ye asked.

Having fled from the grasslands without any clothes, Nan Feng had only what Lady Song had lent her. Lady Song also had several of her own garments altered to fit Nan Feng. The overcoat was fine, but the inner garments were uncomfortable to wear. Nan Feng thus replied to Nangong Ye, "No matter how many clothes a lady has, it’s never enough."

"I’m afraid you won’t be able to find nice clothes in Shangzhi City. The city hasn’t been rebuilt long after the war, and not many people can afford good clothes, even though you have banknotes," Nangong Ye discussed casually with Nan Feng as they walked.

That escorted banknote was what he had taken out from the inn. Liang Shuang had swindled half of Nan Feng’s banknotes, and Xiaohong from the inn had turned over the rest to Nangong Ye exactly as they were.