Xue Huai hurried the horse carriage to the inn's backyard.
After dinner, Feng Qingyan lay in bed early to rest and recuperate.
Jun Moqing, having nothing to do, also began to undress, preparing to go to bed and rest.
Feng Qingyan lay under the covers, watching Jun Moqing stand by the bed undressing. It wasn't the first time she had seen this, so she felt no embarrassment.
Moreover, in the afternoon, she had even intentionally touched his abdominal muscles. Twenty years had passed, yet they were still as firm as before.
Jun Moqing lay down on the bed and looked down at the woman, who was staring at him without blinking.
"Can't sleep?"
Feng Qingyan said, "It's still early, how could I sleep?"
Jun Moqing nodded thoughtfully, "Shall we continue then?"
"..." Feng Qingyan: "... You certainly can!"
Jun Moqing uttered a "hmm."
Feng Qingyan: "..." A "hmm" again?
