"My lady, don't worry." Nalan Jing said with a smile, taking out the soap to wash her hair. He gently massaged it into her silky, waterfall-like black hair, and the light scent of soap filled the air.
After washing her hair, he used a dry cloth to wring it out before holding her hand, "Yue'er, if you're tired, you should rest early."
"Let's rest together." Mu Qianyue held his hand back, her dark eyes sparkling brightly, even more luminous than the stars in the sky.
Since she and he were married and truly in love, there was nothing they couldn't give to each other.
Thinking of this, Mu Qianyue's eyes revealed a charming smile. She reached out to embrace his waist, listening to the heartbeat in his chest, and softly called, "Jing."
Nalan Jing's body stiffened slightly, but his eyes burst forth with excitement and joy, his voice unconsciously softening, "I'm here."
