He pursed his lips. "I'll wash up as soon as we get back."
With that, he took her hand and led her home.
Chen Minrou knew better than to follow and disturb them.
She stood rooted to the spot, watching as the backs of her friend and husband grew distant, a faint sense of envy stirring within her.
'To think that such a stone-faced God of Killing could be so gentle with his wife.'
...
「On the carriage ride back.」
Xie Jinbai planned to hold her intimately on his lap, just as he had on the way there, but he was met with a firm rejection.
The carriage was small, and the windows were shut tight against the winter chill. The smell of alcohol on him couldn't dissipate at all. Cui Lingyao was afraid that if he held her again, she would genuinely throw up.
She wrenched her hand free and scrambled to a corner of the carriage, holding her breath. She held it for what felt like an eternity until she absolutely couldn't anymore, finally taking a shallow gasp of air.
