The next day.
At dawn, it was dim and lightless outside the window. Only when he opened it did he discover that the docks were wrapped in silver and white, with another light snowfall coming down.
Ye Jingtang stood at the window, gazing at the wind and snow over a thousand mountains, letting the cold wind brush his face as he tried to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart. But he had barely drawn a deep breath when a voice came from behind him:
"Close the window~..."
"Heh, all right."
On the bed, Third Madam lay facing inward against her pillow, pale bare skin from head to toe. She was listless and clearly a little drained, unwilling to move even a finger.
Luo Ning had originally planned to go back last night, but she was about to travel far again and truly could not bear to leave. Since Baijin had not come to urge her back either, she had stayed the night.
The precise proceedings were not easy to describe. They had even tried matching gates and doors with the little rogue taking the middle. If they had not feared making too much noise and alerting Shuishui in the distance, even the "safe passage" Jade Radish might have been brought into play.
Now Luo Ning had no strength left either. Lying against her pillow, she pulled the quilt up a little when the cold wind blew over her, then reached out to pinch the tip of the watermelon before her:
"Not showing off anymore? Yesterday you were clamoring for some treatment. Why have you wilted now?"
A faint blush lingered on Pei Xiangjun's cheeks. Her eyes had been half closed, but when Luo Ning began touching her and mocking her, she drew a soft breath and caught her wrist: