Sun Zhe noticed Xia Shiqing's eyes were red, knowing she was in a bad mood, and cautiously said, "Did you argue with Second Aunt again?"
Xia Shiqing didn't say a word, and started to take off her long casual dress, revealing a white lingerie set underneath.
Sun Zhe sneaked a few glances, secretly swallowed hard, and shifted his gaze to avoid staring at the enticing sight.
But the suppressed urge of the second-in-command was once again rebellious.
Sun Zhe was terribly troubled by this.
Xia Shiqing casually tossed the discarded dress aside and said, "Sleep now; talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."
"Oh..."
Sun Zhe slowly lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and asked, "Didn't you say you were going back to the palace tonight?"
"Not going now. Sleep. Hold me."
"Okay."
Sun Zhe held her, his eyes wandering, captivated by her alluring fragrance, while he struggled to suppress the Yang Qi within.
In the silence.
