Volume Three Chapter Fourteen

A single night felt as though it spanned years. He wanted to reach out and pull her over, checking her carefully from top to bottom and inside out, but the next moment he found himself being subjected to that very treatment by her.

"Stand up and let me take a look!"

He did not understand why she was shifting the blame and striking first, seeing as she was the one who had run off with another man and stayed out all night, so why was he the one being inspected? Yet he had already been troubled and bitter, and the moment he caught a glimpse of her appearance, some sweetness had managed to return. Before he could recover from the sourness and jealousy, he had already become powerless to resist, obeying her who had just given him a sweetener in every way. He stood up, letting her look him up and down and pat and touch him in a manner that defied all rules.

His outer robe was wrinkled and stained with water spots; his boots had soaked in water before drying, with mud marks still clinging to them. Not to mention his disheveled hair, his slightly red eyes tinged with bloodshot veins, and his dry, tightly pressed lips—he had clearly stayed up all night without sleeping, and had not even changed out of his damp clothes. Her claims that she had come to bathe, change, and wait on him so he could rest were obviously such clumsy, transparent lies that they had sent her into a flustered panic.

Relieved for a split second, she offered not a single word of explanation, nor a single word of comfort to him, suddenly pushing him toward the door.

Li Chenjing glanced sideways at the person behind him. He could not hug her,