"Hmm... Husband?"
The early morning breeze came slowly, and a few droplets of sweat that spilled from skin as white as jade scattered on the bench, scattered on the floor of the corridor.
Zhu Nanzhi drowsily opened her eyes, only to find herself unknowingly cradled in her husband's embrace, his arm hooked under her knees...
?
When was I brought out by my husband from the Qingyi Palace?
A hint of confusion flashed in Zhu Nanzhi's eyes, but she quickly dismissed it. Being in this breezy corridor with her husband...really has its own unique flavor.
Especially since her husband only played with her this way.
Embracing Lu Jin'an's neck, Zhu Nanzhi, with a touch of shyness in her eyes, kissed him, entirely oblivious to the bushes outside the corridor behind her.
