After bathing, Lu Beiyuan dried her off and carried her back to the bedroom.
Nanxing felt so relaxed that her fingertips tingled, and she could barely keep her eyes open, wishing she could just fall asleep right there.
Yet, Lu Beiyuan couldn't let her go; his kisses, still scorching, landed near her lips as he softly called out her name, "Xingxing…"
Nanxing gently hummed a response with her eyes closed.
"Xingxing," Lu Beiyuan admitted he was being somewhat despicable, broaching this subject when Nanxing was at her most comfortable, "Shall we remarry, would that be alright?"
But he couldn't help himself.
Facing those eyes of Nanxing, if she showed even a hint of resistance or sadness, he wouldn't bear to speak further.
Now, after Nanxing's pleasurable moment, her mind should be slow in reaction.
Lu Beiyuan took the opportunity to make his request.
Truthfully, Lu Beiyuan wasn't entirely sure that Nanxing would agree.
