After Qu Qing Ju washed and rinsed, she rubbed her sore legs and waist. As she picked a long green dress to wear, she gave a yawn and commented: “It seems that wang ye’s wounds have almost healed.”
He Heng walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He laughed deeply and responded: “Qing Ju is disliking the fact that this husband put in too much effort last night.”
Ban Xia’s body buckled but she gritted her teeth and didn’t speak.