Quickly lower your eyelids.

He thought to himself, "Does he always dress so provocatively when he lives alone?"

Su Wanwan looked around.

There are no palace maids here.

In her eyes, he was a man with very strong desires.

When they lived together, they almost never missed a day of sex.

It was both fancy and exciting.

These days, living alone, he probably has other ways to relieve stress.

For some reason, the image of Maggie dressed provocatively, revealing a glimpse of her slender waist, flashed through her mind.

There are so many rooms in the Qianqing Palace.

Which bed will they make love on?

Will he do it on the beds she slept in?

Maybe.

He likes excitement; sleeping in the same old bed with a new person might be a unique experience for him.

Lost in thought, Su Wanwan stood at the door for a long time without saying a word.

Lu Xingjian was so focused that his attention was completely drawn to the memorials that he didn't notice her arrival at all.

Perhaps he noticed, but just didn't want to talk to her.

After a while, Meng Yue came over with a tray containing two cups of tea, and hesitated when he saw the contents.

Su Wanwan then took the tray and told Meng Yue to leave.

When she placed the teacup on the small kang table, Lu Xingjian finally looked up and gave her a cold, indifferent look.

Even if Su Wanwan was slow to realize it, she could sense his deliberate coldness towards her.

After Maggie entered the palace, his attitude towards her grew colder day by day.

Now, less than a month later, the two have become complete strangers.

It's easy to see what their lives will be like in the next ten or even several decades.

Su Wanwan took a deep breath and went to the dressing room to get a few handkerchiefs.

She didn't say anything, she just slowly twisted his hair.

Regardless, she still wanted to make an effort to ease the tension between the two of them.