Qin Yuan: "..."
She smelled the scent of soapberry on Gu Jinghui, mixed with the fragrance she crafted.
A few days ago, Gu Shiba mentioned that the Marquis had been complaining, the prayers were prolonged by the Seventh Princess at the Dazao Temple. He wondered why two Royal Princesses liked to stay among monks to escape the heat—perhaps they thought bald heads looked cooler.
How did he come back?
Has the prayer at Dazao Temple ended?
Qin Yuan was quite hot, and a light layer of sweat formed on her skin.
The ice basin placed in the room was of no use.
She gently shifted her body, trying to move away from his warm form.
Unexpectedly, this slight movement startled Gu Jinghui awake, and his arm tightened around her waist.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Gu Jinghui quickly released her, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
The room was unlit.
