Seeing him return, Su Ningyan pursed her lips slightly, "Husband, are you...are you going to bath first?"
Zhuo Junyue nodded and finding it difficult to bear the sight of her present state, he went over to hold her hand, pulling her into his embrace, "Don't worry unnecessarily. I have to go on a business trip for two days starting tomorrow. Stay well-behaved at home, don't go anywhere."
As to what tomorrow would bring, Zhuo Junyue couldn't predict it himself.
If he could successfully get the antidote from Lin Qian, that'd certainly be good.
He didn't want to die either, didn't want to lose his little treasure, and had hopes of growing old with her.
However, if his poison remained incurable, how long could he accompany her?
Zhuo Junyue didn't dare imagine and instinctively held her tighter.
Enveloped in his embrace, Su Ningyan could feel how tightly he was holding her.
Though she was almost having trouble breathing, she didn't mind at all; being held so tightly by him.
