Chapter 27 Hahaha

Outside the house, the wind was howling, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, but the heavy rain had yet to fall.

Until the first quarter of the shen hour, torrential rain finally broke through the cloud layer, sweeping across the entire village.

The old house had been renovated several decades ago, and the roof was already in a state of disrepair.

The original owner had moved into this old house in the west of the village a few months ago, with no extra money for renovations.

If it wasn’t for the rain half a month ago, when the roof leaked severely and the cheap husband frowned deeply, the original owner might never have spent money on renovating the house in her lifetime. Unfortunately, she only renovated the roof in her cheap husband’s bedroom, and still couldn’t bear to spend a penny on the other three mud-brick rooms.

As such, now with the pouring rain coming down in buckets, the three mud-brick rooms were all leaking, only the cheap husband’s room was spared from trouble.

The two of them had simply eaten some pastries, and now sat facing each other in the main hall that was about to become a water room.

Pei Yuanshao tugged at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes to look at the pouring rain curtain outside the house. After half an hour, there was no sign of the rain stopping.

It was pitch black outside, and the candles inside the house were damp, their flames flickering.

Not far away, the woman stood in the main hall holding an oil paper umbrella. The rainwater had now reached her ankles, and the entire inner room was leaking badly. The situation in the other rooms was even more miserable.

The woodshed where Liu Changning lived, because its roof was covered with thatch, was now flooded.

Pei Yuanshao withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, “This rain probably won’t stop tonight.”

The rainwater trickled down along the loose hair at his temples, and his long crow-feather-like eyelashes, wet with water, blinked constantly.

Liu Changning stepped forward and held the oil paper umbrella over his head.

The original owner’s family had only two oil paper umbrellas in total. Earlier, the cheap husband had given her the intact one to use.

Now he was holding the umbrella with several holes in it, and his hair was half wet from the leaking rain.

Liu Changning stepped forward, took the broken umbrella from his hand, and put the handle of the oil paper umbrella in his hand.

She said in a faint voice, “Let’s share one umbrella. The rain is heavy now, and your wounds haven’t healed yet. If you get wet, you’ll suffer quite a bit.”

As she finished speaking, she moved closer to him, their shoulders touching. They stood side by side.

The original body wasn’t short, with a slender figure, even among the women in this female-dominated country, she was considered above average in height. But now standing side by side with the cheap husband who was estimated to be 1.85 meters tall, there was just about a head’s difference in height.

If it were in the modern world, this would be considered a perfect height ratio between men and women.

Summer clothes were already thin, and with the two standing so close, shoulders touching, the temperature of their skin gradually rose where the fabric touched.

Pei Yuanshao stiffened his body, his heart trembling, a flash of bewilderment passing through his eyes.

He coughed heavily, his peach blossom eyes darting around the room uncertainly, finally falling on the continuous curtain of rain outside in a panic.

He held the umbrella with one hand and pointed at the pitch-black night with the other, stammering, “It looks like the rain won’t stop tonight, you… your woodshed probably won’t be fit for living tonight, you…”

He paused, his black hair hanging limply on his forehead. Perhaps it was covering his eyes, as he carelessly brushed away the wet hair in front of his eyes. His fine eyebrows furrowed slightly, a fleeting look of struggle passing across his face.

After a while, he hesitantly asked, “If you don’t mind, why don’t you make do in my room for the night?”

In the end, he seemed to feel that these words were extremely embarrassing.

He turned his head away, pretending to be aloof as he added, “If you’re unwilling, you can spend the night in the woodshed… If it weren’t for seeing how thin you are, this young master wouldn’t be willing to stay under the same roof with a country woman like you.”

Liu Changning suddenly looked up. Her expression hadn’t been good originally; from the moment the torrential rain started pouring down, her willow-leaf eyebrows had been furrowed into a mountain.

Of the four mud-brick rooms, except for the cheap husband’s bedroom, almost all were leaking, and all the items in the rooms were soaked.

Tomorrow, cleaning up all the wet items in the house would be a major task.

Although Liu Changning’s personality was much better than in her first life, she still essentially disliked trouble. Thinking about the damp environment everywhere she looked, the scene of water flooding everywhere, her expression couldn’t be good.

She had just been considering whether to plan ahead and leave this West Qiao Village earlier.

After all, with her abilities, even if she sought a job as a female scribe in another county, she could make a living.

However, leaving this place now would be breaking the contract that the original owner had signed with the county magistrate’s daughter.

Although Liu Changning could ignore the things done by the original owner, she had always been one to keep her promises. Having used the original owner’s body, she had to complete the unfinished business for her.

Just as she was feeling troubled…

Unexpectedly, the cheap husband not only gave her the only oil paper umbrella in the house.

Now he was actively inviting her to stay in his room for the night.

The candle flame was extremely weak, flickering.

Liu Changning looked over in the faint light and saw the cheap husband’s face, which had lost its charming smile and looked handsome. His half-wet hair was still dripping, with water droplets sliding down his slender neck, pausing at his Adam’s apple.

Perhaps her gaze was too overt, as the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and the oil paper umbrella he was holding shook unsteadily.

From above came his irritated hoarse voice: “Do I look good? Your house is flooded, yet you still have the mood to appreciate beauty.”

Liu Changning glared at him, nodding seriously as she replied, “Yes, much better looking than usual. Although I don’t know why you usually pretend to be so frivolous, if you don’t smile that coquettish smile, you’re actually quite a proper handsome young man.”

Pei Yuanshao’s ear tips moved slightly. Standing so close, he could see the fine down on her face when he lowered his head.

There wasn’t much expression on her face. Even when praising others, there wasn’t much ripple in her tea-colored eyes. When those round, glass-like eyes looked directly at him, it was pure appreciation.

As the Changdi Qing, Pei Yuanshao had lived two lifetimes and heard too many compliments.