"Don't be shy, we've all been there."
Du Juan said gently, holding her hand, "It's probably because of this that Xingzhou is so eager to take his medicine and get better quickly."
"That's right. We can't really let the young and beautiful Young Madam live like a widow. Once Doctor Zhuo has cured the young master, the two of you can have two babies in three years. Aunt Qian here, I want to take care of kids too."
Aunt Qian had a very close relationship with the Huo Family, and spoke without much reservation.
Qiao Xi's ears were buzzing, and she could hardly hear their voices. Desperately recalling that night, fragmented images flashed by, indistinguishable between reality and illusion.
The deep and urgent panting in her ears, the scorching warmth searching over her body.
Was it all real?
Qiao Xi stood frozen, her legs heavy as if they were filled with lead.
"Wife, it's getting late, let's go home," Huo Jiancheng called out from the stairwell.
