Noticing Li Yuwen was in a good mood, Pei Shenyan boldly asked, "Are you cold?" He tried to touch Li Yuwen's fingers.
As soon as he touched them, Li Yuwen quickly pulled back.
"I'm fine." She blushed and turned her head away.
Pei Shenyan smiled.
For once, she wasn't angry.
This kind of interaction seems, well, not bad?
The night wind was strong, causing Pei Fusheng, who was driving the carriage, to shrink his neck.
He decided to drive the carriage a bit slower.
The journey of over fifteen miles took twice as long as usual.
By the time they arrived at the village market street, Li Yuwen was already asleep in the carriage.
The maid, Cui Xi, who came along, fell asleep even earlier; she was asleep as soon as she got on the carriage.
To keep Li Yuwen from catching a cold.
Pei Shenyan took off his cloak and draped it over Li Yuwen.
Pei Fusheng stopped the carriage at the door of the house and came shouting to Pei Shenyan, "Young master, we're home."
