Yun Qian has always been a clever girl; she is closing her eyes and seriously contemplating something.
Xu Chang'an, however, does not understand why the girl suddenly fell into deep thought, assuming it's due to discomfort from catching a chill, and his hands move gently.
"Does, does this feel better?" he asked worriedly.
Yun Qian's expression remained unchanged, leading Xu Chang'an to feel as though another vital spot of his had been seized.
As time slowly passed, his strength gradually eased, and his warm fingertips pressed on the girl's temples.
Yun Qian quietly enjoyed the comfort of resting on her husband's lap, the falling strands of hair carrying a fresh and delicate fragrance. She opened her eyes to see Xu Chang'an's incredibly serious expression.
Gradually, Yun Qian fully relaxed, leaning against his leg, her eyes half-closed comfortably like a cat, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.
Seeing this, Xu Chang'an couldn't help but lighten his breath substantially.
