Lu Ziyuan explained earnestly, "There are no maids on the ship, only men, I..."
"Enough!" Xie Wanqing didn't want to hear his excuses at all. Even if there were maids, he would probably act himself. She quickly interrupted, "You, get out!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the room became silent.
Lu Ziyuan paused for a few moments, then suddenly knelt on the bed and grasped her wrist, "I just don't want you to be alone, don't be afraid... I promise to restrain myself and keep proper distance."
His voice was soft, but Xie Wanqing heard every word clearly. She glanced down at her hand being held, and pressed her lips together, "I am a married woman."
A married woman.
Lu Ziyuan's lips curled into a cold smile, "Don't tell me, you still want to return to him. That sickly man is so useless, full of schemes yet unable to protect his own wife. Do you still want to be devoted to him?"
