Something Beautiful
Chapter - 26

The real Lisa just wanted to go to the restroom looked at Mingyu in surprise and bewilderment. "I never imagined you'd do it. Why do you want to sleep in my room when this inn is so big, and you can rent a room for yourself?"

This time it was Mingyu's turn to be confused. "Sorry, what did you say?" he said he couldn't believe his hearing.

"It's not that you can't sleep with me," Lisa responded politely, "but why would you want to do it anyway, I can't imagine that. Sarah, our housekeeper, always said my sleep was as rough as a fish out of water, and I was sure it would make you very uncomfortable. Now, do you mind if I go upstairs?"

For a moment, Mingyu could only stare at Lisa, her wine glass half way to her mouth, then she shook her head as if she wanted to clear her head, "Of course not," she replied in a strange, choking voice. "Please."

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Mingyu called her coachman to tell her to stop the carriage in the following field on the side of the road, and Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Since lunch they have been driving at full speed, and he has been eager to straighten his legs and walk. Nonetheless, her husband seems to feel comfortable and relaxed in the carriage's support, probably because his clothes are more comfortable than mine, Lisa concluded.

Dressed in light-brown tights, shiny brown boots, and an open peasant shirt around the neck, Mingyu's outfit was more suited to long trips than the one Lisa wore. On the other hand, Lisa wore petticoats, a kind of uncomfortable deep skirt, behind the wide skirt the traveling dress is bright yellow as well as a white silk shirt behind a long jacket tight yellow color decorated with dark blue ribbons. A yellow scarf with blue and white stripes tied around his neck, his hands clad in yellow gloves, then a small bonnet of straw decorated with yellow ribbons and silk roses perched on her brown hair and tied behind her ears. She felt hot, confined, and contemptuously thought women were fashionable when dressed so silly, while fashionable men, like her husband, could dress as they pleased.

As soon as the carriage stopped at a wide spot on the side of the road and the stairs had been lowered, Lisa carried Henry and collided with Mingyu in a hurry to get out. Instead of going ahead of Lisa, as she used to do, Mingyu looked understandingly at her and then leaned back against the carriage seat. Giving Lisa enough time to do her personal needs, which Mingyu said was the reason why the woman was so rushed out, then he got off the train and walked through the bushes by the road to a beautiful little meadow.

"It feels good, Henry?" Lisa was standing in the middle of the meadow, stretching her body, her hands were tied above her head, her puppy was sitting near her feet. For the second time, Mingyu hoped that a painter would be able to immortalize the woman on canvas. In bright yellow clothes surrounded by hillsides covered in white and pink flowers, the woman was a reflection of the elegance, young soul, and spirit of a jovial forest fairy dressed in fashion.

Mingyu smiled broadly as the poetic thought flashed through his mind and walked into the meadow.

"Oh it's you!" lisa said, quickly lowering her hand to the side, but seemed relieved.

"Who else is there?"

Trying to buy time to get back on the train, Lisa bends her body and breaks a long branch from a dead tree. "Nothing, but if we travel with two chariot drivers, two horse guards, and six bodyguards, it's hard to guess who's coming. A really big squad." He laughed then, as fast as lightning, he made a respectful gesture with a twig sword and smashed it into Mingyu's chest. "En garde!" he joked, then pointed the wooden sword towards the ground, and casually crossed his legs in front of the other leg, looking like a very beautiful young swordsman.

The motion of wielding with the wooden sword was done without the slightest mistake so Mingyu could not believe the woman was imitating something she had seen. On the other hand, he also does not believe Lisa has the knowledge or expertise to play fencing.

Lisa nodded slowly, her smile widening. "Wanna try?"

Mingyu hesitated, aware that the sun was coming down quickly, but his openness overcame his senses.After all, he was too tired to be locked up in that not-so-big horse carriage. "I'll consider it?" mingyu answered, deliberately leading Lisa to answer, "Are you good enough to play with swords?"

"There's only one way to know the answer" Lisa replied confidently.

Mingyu accepted the challenge with glittering amused eyes, he turned his back in search of a suitable twig to serve as a sword. When Mingyu had found a twig with a suitable length and size, Lisa had opened her hat and jacket. Stupefied Mingyu watched Lisa open the scarf that tied her neck, pulled it loose, then unbuttoned the top of her silk shirt. When she heard, Mingyu's voice came closer, Lisa turned around until her yellow skirt waved, the color was so bright, her greenish hazel-colored eyes shone with anticipation. "I wish I could open my petticoat and shoes" he lamented. When biacra she lifted her skirt, revealing an unexpectedly beautiful and slim calf while shaking the soles of her feet in annoyance at the yellow shoes that covered her legs. "It looks like if I open my shoes I can break the stockings, right?"

He glanced at Mingyu for an opinion, but at that moment Mingyu was thinking about how beautiful Lisa was in such a pose, and also, one other consciousness, that of passion. Without any advance warning, he felt the heat begin to pulsate within him, unexpected, unwelcome, yet undeniable.

"My Lord?"

Mingyu looked at Lisa fixedly.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?"

With great difficulty, Mingyu took his eyes and mind off the embarrassing situation, but deep in his mind he knew he would not be able to hold it anymore, can't keep up with what he's been planning since he married Lisa.

"If you're worried that your stockings are broken, just let go" she said, then inwardly shook her head looking at Lisa's innocence as the woman politely turned her back and took off her stockings so that Mingyu could catch a glimpse of her smooth calves and ankles.

When she was done, Lisa picked up the artificial sword and touched it to her forehead in an expert saluting gesture. Mingyu returned the respect, though her mind was stunned to see the beauty of Lisa's eyes and her delicate pink cheeks.

Lisa had gotten two figures when Mingyu finally managed to concentrate on swordplay, and by then Lisa had proven herself to be a formidable opponent. His defeat in terms of energy redeemed him with quick movements and nimble footsteps. But in the end it was his footsteps that made him lose. He pushed Mingyu to the center of the field, drew him quickly, and held on, never retreating unless Mingyu put forth his strength. While there was only one more number left to determine the winner, Lisa unexpectedly saw an empty gap and directly advanced towards Mingyu. Unfortunately, he stepped on the tip of his skirt, so it toppled straight towards Mingyu.

"You lost," Mingyu said as she chuckled as she caught Lisa in her arms.