When Xie Wanqing woke up, she was already in a carriage.
Outside, it was bitterly cold, but the interior of the carriage was warmed with ample charcoal, as warm as spring.
She opened her eyes and saw the man beside her dressed in nightwear.
His collar was loose, revealing a slightly sunken clavicle, and below it, half-concealed, was his chest that subtly rose and fell with his breathing.
Xie Wanqing, widowed for over five years, was momentarily dazed by such a scene, feeling as though she didn't know what day it was.
Lu Ziyuan was flipping through some documents with one hand, while the other arm was half-looped around the girl in his embrace.
The moment Xie Wanqing's breathing became erratic, he immediately noticed and turned to look, seeing her staring at him in a dazed manner.
He was slightly startled, then a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "What are you looking at?"
