At this moment, Mu Xian came in from outside holding a few letters, tidying them as he said, "Great General, these letters are from the Duke and—"
He didn't finish his sentence and immediately froze.
Because when he looked up, he found the two people in the tent sitting intimately together, with Yu Wenye's hand still resting on Shang Ruyi's face, gently stroking the corner of her mouth. The atmosphere obviously wasn't an ordinary one; that tender and ambiguous aura was palpable even with one's eyes closed.
As soon as she saw him enter, Shang Ruyi immediately turned her face to the side, inadvertently revealing the tips of her ears flushed with heat.
Yu Wenye's hand, however, awkwardly froze in place. After a while, as if regaining his composure, he glanced at Shang Ruyi and then turned his head to glare.
At that moment, he too felt somewhat bewildered.
