Chapter 167 - It's That Big?!

Qing Chen moved to the side and sat down on top of a rock. "Freaky in the water?" he laughed. "I don't think that would be really comfortable."

Feng Xuan tilted her head to the side. "I think you're the only husband who could wait pouncing on his wife after not seeing her for a whole month."

"Well, you're also the only wife who tried to carve her husband's face after not seeing him for so long."

Feng Xuan cackled. "I knew you were going jump out of the way."

"If I hadn't?"

"You would've. As you had."

Qing Chen took her hand and pulled her to him. "But what if you managed to cut me with that blade?"

Feng Xuan touched his face. "You'd be a beautifully scarred man. Wouldn't you like it? People would run away when they see you and the girls would all find you ugly. I would be the only left who would you find you handsome."

Qing Chen rode along. "It would be really convenient."

"Agreed," Feng Xuan nodded with a smile.

For a short while, they just stared at each other. Feng Xuan's hair was wet like silk curtains on either side of her face. It must've been being really fit because her skin was glowing, like she had swallowed a drop of moonlight and was reflecting it back to its source. Qing Chen squeezed lightly on her arms. She felt and looked really strong. His other hand trailed her lower body, he gripped her thighs and legs. All that running paid off.

"NOW you're being appreciative of your wife," Feng Xuan commented, putting her arms around his neck and pulled herself upwards until she was sitting on Qing Chen's lap.

"I'm just evaluating you," he answered. He gathered her hair to the side and looked at her body underwater. "That's a really great swimsuit."

"Because it doesn't show much?"

It looked much like a cropped top with a deep neckline and a pair of mini shorts. "No, because it looks good on you." Qing Chen raised his eyes to meet hers, his hair finger-combed to his scalp. "What is the first thing you'd like to do when we get back to the city?"

"I was thinking of getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo?!"

"Yeah," she grinned.

"Where do you want it?"

"On my back. That way it would look great if I wear backless gowns."

His eyebrows raised. "Oh, you've thought that far ahead."

"I was actually already thinking about designs. I already have a few sketches."

"How big are we talking about?"

"The entirety of my back." Feng Xuan pinched his nose. "Don't act too surprised."

Qing Chen pressed on her waist. "It's a big decision," he said. "Tattoos are permanent. You really have to think a lot about it."

Her hand traced on Qing Chen's back. "Do you ever regret having yours?"

"No," he quickly answered. Flashbacks of his mom telling him to burn her last painting flicked in his mind. One of the wonders he still had to this day. "It reminds me a lot of who I am."

"I want something like that too."

"What do you want on your skin?"

She looked coy. "I won't tell you. I want it to be a surprise." She adjusted herself until she was flushed against his body. "On that note, will you give me a present?"

"Anything."

"Will you get a matching tattoo with me?"

He laughed loudly. "Without knowing the design?"

Feng Xuan nodded.

"Okay," he answered. "Should I feel scared?"

"No, I think you'll like it."

"Well, my back's occupied. Where should we put it?"

Feng Xuan held on his bicep. "Maybe your arm?"

Qing Chen looked at his bare skin. "I had been itching to have a new tattoo ever since I got my mother's painting. The only reason that held me back was that if I put something on an empty space, I would want to fill the rest."

"It could take over your whole arm," Feng Xuan said in wonder.

Qing Chen's eyes widened. "It's that big?!" And she wants it on her back? What?

She nodded at him. "We'll think of somewhere else to place it if you don't want it on your arm. A smaller version somewhere else. On your face perhaps?"

A laugh rumbled from his stomach. "What's your obsession with messing with my face?"

"I don't know either," she said. Her finger caressed his cheek. "So, around what time are you going to kiss me?"

"About now, actually."

Feng Xuan drew herself closer to him but he inched away. "Hold a moment."

Her shoulders zagged. "How long are you going to make me wait? Don't you miss me?"

"I do, wife," he answered and held on her shoulders. "But I have a question."

"What is it?" she did not even bother masking her impatience.

"How far are we going tonight?"

"Oh, that!" She took a deep breath. "I have decided to not really think about it. Let's just let it happen, right? Isn't that what you want too? But I don't do it here. Not tonight. I want it to happen in some place that could be special for the both of us, you know? In a place that we own and in a bed that would only be ours."

"Alright, sounds good to me."

"Can we kiss now?"

Qing Chen held her close, pulling her until their noses touched. Their bodies felt like it was hotter than the water. He took her cheek in his palm. "I miss hearing your voice."

"We can talk all night if you want, but let's do this first," she said and closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against him.

Her whole body tensed with shock and melted in relief in a second. She had missed him so much that she thought their kiss would be wild and hungry. But when their lips touched, all she felt was calm and peace in her heart.