He crouched before the brazier, looking a little helpless. He had added too much firewood, and the flames were nearly smothered. It was obvious that despite spending the better part of a year on campaign, he wasn't used to such chores. He was simply fumbling through it based on memory.
As if sensing her gaze fixed on him, Lu Xiu looked up, a hint of embarrassment in his dark eyes.
"Are you mocking me in your head?"
Liang Wan held back a laugh and shook her head.
He lowered his head and continued to arrange the firewood. "I'll practice. I'll get the hang of it eventually."
Liang Wan's gaze darkened slightly. She remembered he had said the exact same thing the first time he helped her get dressed.
She turned her back to him. While he was distracted, she wiped away the tell-tale dampness, straightened her clothes, and then rose to her feet.
"Let me."
