Of course, Marquis Gu's face was strikingly handsome and unruly, but that smile, in Qin Yuan's eyes, was still rather infuriating.
"The water is ready; hurry up and go bathe."
Qin Yuan pressed him with a cold tone.
She wasn't about to tell him that they hadn't yet sent off the Smallpox Goddess.
There was still more waiting to do.
Gu Jinghui strode into the bath chamber, full of smugness.
This little wife is just as General Jin's treasure book says—a woman's coyness, a mix of desire and refusal after embarrassment.
The treasure book said, as long as a woman is shy, she is stirred in her heart.
He must now be deeply rooted in Qin Yuan's heart.
Marquis Gu washed and dressed himself swiftly and easily; when he came out, Cui Ming and Hong Ye were both present, with a tray on the desk bearing garments and accessories, which he proceeded to put on himself.
At the side, Qin Yuan was talking with the two maids.
