Struggling to open her eyes, she saw that the inside of the carriage was very dim.
It seemed like the sky had already darkened.
A man was pressing upon her.
He carried a familiar scent, but he was neither Zhi Chen, nor Shujun, nor Shu Yu, nor Haoming, but Little Wu, Liang Yuening.
He slipped into her covers, his body warm, and perhaps because it was late at night, she felt a chill throughout her body.
"My wife..." Yue Ning whispered her name, as if afraid of being overheard by people outside the carriage.
His hand gently tugged at her clothes, her mind still a bit fuzzy from having just woken up.
Until his warm hand stroked up from the base of her leg, he grasped her waist and then seized her lips.
The man who usually seemed foolish, at this moment appeared like his once explosive temper, ready to erupt within her.
"Shall we have a child, alright?"
