She extended two slender, jade-white, and delicate fingers, gently pinched the white folded memorial from the table, and Qin Yuan smiled, "Since Marquis is helping me save face, shall I write this memorial?"
Gu Jinghui looked at Qin Yuan's delicate fingers, his voice husky, "Call me husband."
Qin Yuan followed obediently: "Husband."
"Hm," Gu Jinghui smiled. His long and sharp eyes curved slightly, and his already thin, angular face seemed even sharper due to exhaustion. The words rolled off his tongue slow and languid, "Yuan'er, you and I are husband and wife, one in body."
"Mm." Qin Yuan, for some reason, suddenly dared not meet his gaze, lowered her eyes, and pretended to respond casually, "Yes, husband and wife are one."
Such a scene fell into his eyes and made his heart pound even faster. Gu Jinghui felt inexplicably parched, picked up his teacup and took several gulps before saying, "Yuan'er…"
Qin Yuan turned around, about to call someone in.
