Hanjie touched her fingertips, then reversed his hand to grasp her palm, and furrowed his brows.
She was still in her postpartum confinement period and shouldn't catch cold.
Without a second thought, Hanjie darkened his face, scooped her up horizontally, and entered the bedroom.
He laid Qin Youxuan on the bed, pulled the blanket nearby, and wrapped her up completely, leaving only her face exposed.
"It will be hot like this,"
Qin Youxuan mumbled, just about to stretch out her hand to pull off the blanket, but her hand froze as she met Hanjie's icy gaze.
Stammering, she explained, "I only sat outside for a while, and you came right back."
"How long did Yu Xiuzhun wait outside?"
Suddenly, Hanjie shifted the topic and asked a question.
Confused, Qin Youxuan thought he had something else on his mind. After a moment, she honestly replied, "He came in the afternoon, waited for less than an hour, he should have left already."
