As a martial artist, his body was hotter than normal, plus he drank quite a bit during the banquet, so feeling overheated was understandable.
He didn't think much of it, slightly pushed the quilt down, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to come.
However, he felt overwhelmingly hot, even his mind started to become somewhat confused, and an image that he should not recall flashed through his mind unannounced.
It was her quickly retracting jade-like foot from the canopy.
The daughter's foot was fair and petite, looking soft and tender, as if it could be broken by a gentle touch.
…What's wrong with me? How could I be thinking of these things?
Gu Changqing promptly reined in his thoughts.
Soon, he remembered the unfinished conversation with her due to the interruption by Madam Zhang.
Should he ask her about it?
Even in battle, he was never so tangled.
