As if seeing through her thoughts, Ruan Xingzhu smiled. "Don't worry. He's sleeping like a dead pig. This is the perfect chance for you to take a bath and keep an eye on him at the same time. Why not?"
"O-okay." Shen Biqun thought it made sense and agreed.
Ruan Xingzhu yawned, unable to hide the exhaustion on her face. "I'm rather tired. I'll leave everything to you, little sister."
Shen Biqun nodded with a blush, saw her off, then looked at the deeply sleeping Song Qingshu on the bed. She felt as though she were dreaming. She had never expected her marriage to be settled over the course of a single meal, and even now, she had yet to fully recover from the shock.
The thought that the man before her had become her husband felt wonderfully strange. Yet one thing was certain: she now felt an inexplicable sense of security. She no longer felt alone and abandoned by the whole world as she had before.
She wrung out a towel and wiped Song Qingshu's face, then removed his shoes and socks. It took considerable effort to get him properly tucked into bed, leaving her drenched in fragrant sweat.
The maids had already prepared hot water for her bath. Shen Biqun was tempted as she looked at the steaming tub, but when she glanced at the man on the bed, she hesitated again.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was sleeping like the dead, she ultimately could not endure the discomfort of her sweat-soaked body any longer. She decided to take a quick bath.
A woman's modesty made her specifically fetch a folding screen to place before the bath. She untied her gown, revealing jade-like skin, snowy breasts, and long, slender legs...
She suddenly recalled the night when she had tried