"Yaoyao,"
He tightened his embrace around the woman in his arms and said in a low voice, "Can we stop fighting? You told me to take concubines, and I listened. Don't try to provoke me on purpose anymore."
Cui Lingyao's expression froze. The lingering anger in her chest transformed into a strange sense of helplessness.
'Six of them.'
'Six concubines...'
The girl in his arms looked dazed. A fine sheen of sweat coated her forehead, her hair was a mess, and her almond-shaped eyes had lost all their earlier vivacity.
"Tired?"
Xie Jinbai's heart softened.
He reached out to smooth the stray hairs at her temples, then lifted her chin and leaned down to place a kiss between her brows. He coaxed her softly, "Let me carry you to wash up before we sleep."
"No need,"
Cui Lingyao closed her eyes wearily and said in a low voice, "I'll move back to the rear courtyard tomorrow."
