Lu Ming carried Jing Yiren out of the bathroom.
He gently placed her on the bed before climbing into the covers, hugging her tightly in his arms.
Jing Yiren was too tired, lacking even the strength to bathe herself.
So, Lu Ming helped her to clean up.
With a lazy lean into Lu Ming's arms, drowsy eyes seeming to blink, opening and closing, in an endless loop.
"Yiren!" from above came Lu Ming's sensual voice.
"Mm..." Jing Yiren responded weakly.
Lu Ming rested against the bed head with his large hand stroking and playing with her hair intermittently.
Lu Ming hesitated for a moment before casually speaking.
"If I were the royal uncle you hate, would you still like me?"
Actually, when Lu Ming said these words, he had thought it through thoroughly. Had it not been for the day's occurrences, that left him feeling insecure.
He may never have told her the truth.
The truth is on the very night of their wedding, their wedding night. He had a dream.
