Adrenaline was surging.
Qu Fulan could only feel her cheeks starting to burn, her heartbeat accelerating, and her breath becoming unsteady.
She was not accustomed to this intimacy, or perhaps she had not adapted to it yet, or she was simply at a loss, instinctively wanting to break free.
Then she remembered that they were husband and wife, so she stood still, letting him hold her.
"Remember to think of me when I'm not home," he said.
Then he left.
After he left, Qu Fulan suddenly sighed in relief, her unsteady heartbeat slowly returning to its normal rhythm.
She didn't know if women who had never been in love or had no experience were like her, their heartbeat thrown off balance and breath becoming unsteady from a simple hug.
A bit useless.
She lingered in the cloakroom for a while before walking out.
"Young Madam, the gifts for Princess Qing are ready, please have a look."
The four maids were waiting outside.
