Lu Ziyuan had already pulled her into his arms. Hearing her words, he paused, lowered his gaze to look at her, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I will leave the Capital tomorrow morning."
Xie Wanqing was momentarily stunned by his words, and then she grew increasingly angry.
Simply put, he wouldn't be able to touch her for months, sufficient time for her to rest.
— She offered the sachet, yet he still wouldn't let her go.
But this man wasn't indulgent day after day before. Even during the two months of their marriage, he didn't come to her courtyard so frequently.
Now that Liu Manrou has given birth, and Er Xia has been taken into the back courtyard, they both long for him nightly. So why does he have to come to pester her!
In her moment of daze, Lu Ziyuan's hand had already skillfully slipped into her collar, and Xie Wanqing instinctively began to struggle.
