Gu Changqing gasped, the heat that he had barely suppressed flared up again with her breathy voice.
Suppressing the fire in his abdomen, he spoke in a normal tone, "Did Xiaobao send it?"
"Yes." Yuan Baolin nodded.
Anything sent by Gu Xiaobao was surely safe. He also had to eat it. Even if someone wanted to plot, it was impossible to tamper with a child's food.
"Nothing else?" he asked.
Yuan Baolin found it hard to think, and after a moment she said, "Oh, before you returned, the old madam sent a bowl of lotus seed soup over."
Again, it was his grandmother.
Great, it was hard not to guess the answer.
Gu Changqing was an excellent fighter on the battlefield but was no match for the old madam when it came to internal matters. As the saying goes, ginger gets spicier as it ages.
If Gu Changqing thought the old madam was placing her bets on just one thing, he would be too naive.
Matters of the bedroom naturally require both parties to be eager.
