"Whether it's sooner or later, we have the power to decide."

"That's right."

Chu Yuening stroked her chin and agreed thoughtfully.

Then, her eyes moved, and she held onto the table, trying to get off the man's legs.

"Then I will summon Lu Qi to an audience and give the things to him."

Ying Zheng looked at the anxious woman, a helpless smile appearing between his brows.

How come Yue Ning is like a mountain deer, with such a lively temperament?

He put his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head and kissed the side of her face, comforting her softly.

"Yuening, there's no need to be so anxious. It's almost time for lunch."

"Uh... okay."

Chu Yuening glanced down at the strong arms and had to suppress her anxiety as she accompanied the man to handle official business.

When the autumn harvest comes, government affairs become extremely busy, and piles of memorials fill the desks.

She sat quietly in the man's arms, tilting her head slightly, staring at his angular profile in a trance.

Well, as expected, men who work hard are the most attractive.

After admiring it for a while, I felt a soreness in my neck.

She turned her head reluctantly and began to play with the man's left hand again.

The palms are long and wide, and each finger has distinct joints, like jade or bamboo. The fingertips are trimmed to be round and clean, and there are some thin calluses on the fingertips.

The bulging blue veins on the back of his hand are slightly raised and crisscrossed, containing powerful masculine power, and one can seem to feel the vigorous blood flowing.

Chu Yuening put her hand into his big palm and touched his ten fingers together, but her hand was too small to reach his slender fingertips.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng, who had been distracted for a moment, smiled softly and took the initiative to lower his palm to touch her fingertips intimately.