Yang Ruxin didn’t expect to sleep so soundly. Whether it was her past self or after she had crossed over, she was always a light sleeper. It wasn’t just that having someone watching or holding her would startle her awake; even a slight noise outside could alert her. But at this moment, she slept deeply until the sun began to set.
"How do you feel?" Gu Qingheng hadn’t slept but hadn’t gotten up either. He simply held her, letting her rest on his arm. Even though he couldn’t see, feeling her breath made him feel exceptionally at peace and satisfied. If he could hold her like this forever, he felt his life would be without regrets.
Of course, he was a mature man. Holding his beloved woman, it was impossible for him not to feel any excitement. He might have injured his eyes and had a limp, but the functions of a man were unaffected, so... But he knew that was an activity reserved for their wedding night. Hence, he was willing to endure, otherwise, it would be a desecration to her.
"Very well." Yang Ruxin stretched languidly in Gu Qingheng’s embrace and then rubbed his face. "Very sound."
"Hehe..." Gu Qingheng chuckled and reached out to touch her face. "Still feeling down?"
Yang Ruxin exhaled, "It was just a momentary melancholy, I’m over it now. Gu Qingheng, thank you."
"We should never say ’thank you’ between us," Gu Qingheng tightened his embrace on Yang Ruxin, "Actually, If we’re really to say thanks, I should be the one thanking you..."
"Oh come on, let’s not be so cheesy," Yang Ruxin hurriedly rubbed Gu Qingheng’s handsome face. "It’s too sentimental; we won’t say it anymore."
Gu Qingheng laughed and caught the little hand that was rubbing his face into strange shapes, bringing it down to kiss.
Yang Ruxin’s body might have been young, but she had the heart of a mature woman. Naturally, she reacted to being flirted with by such a handsome man. Fearing that staying longer might lead to a mishap—one her small body couldn’t cope with—she quickly pushed him away, "I need to go back and check if that white lotus has woken up and what her true intentions are."
Gu Qingheng was reluctant to let her go but didn’t stop her. He sat up as well, "Let me accompany you."
After Yang Ruxin put on her shoes and tidied her hair, she saw that Gu Qingheng had already dressed himself. She hurriedly brought over the wheelchair, "You should stay, after all, it’s a Yang Family matter, and it’s not appropriate for you to go over now." But she helped him into the wheelchair, thinking to herself that she needed to find time to improve it—the wheelchairs of this era were too cumbersome.
"That’s fine," Gu Qingheng nodded, thinking about when he would be able to rightfully help her handle all those messy affairs.
As Yang Ruxin was pushing Gu Qingheng out into the courtyard, Dao Xuzi walked in holding Xiaobai in one arm and a wild chicken in the other. He glanced at Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng, "You two take it easy, alright? Now’s not the time for that kind of activity; otherwise..."
"What kind of activity?" Yang Ruxin frowned, interrupting Dao Xuzi’s words, "At your age, what else is in your mind? Do you think everyone is as thoughtless as you?"
"I..." Dao Xuzi felt frustrated; who exactly was the master here?
"Old man, if you keep talking nonsense, you’ll go without dinner tonight," Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow at Dao Xuzi, "and perhaps never get any meals from me in the future."