The tenderness and affection of these days gradually intoxicated Shen Qinghe, making him unable to extricate himself. Ever since Meng Zhao confessed her feelings, her kindness to him far exceeded his most beautiful fantasies. Sometimes he even thought that it would be great if he could stay here with her for the rest of his life, so that her gaze would always be fixed on him, and her thoughts would always be focused on him. There would be no outside interference, no mundane affairs to worry about, and perhaps one or two more children in the future, and the family would live an ordinary but sweet life.
But reason told him that this was just wishful thinking. Meng Zhao wouldn't revolve around him forever. She had her own vast world to explore, and if he continued to indulge in this gentle embrace without making any progress, he would eventually be rejected by her. So he had no choice but to return to the capital.
"Okay, don't be angry~" Meng Zhao stood behind Shen Qinghe, wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her chin on his shoulder, and breathed warmly on his ear. "I promise you, I will go back to the capital as soon as I have everything arranged. I will definitely not keep you waiting any longer, okay?"
Meng Zhao knew that some of her thoughts had upset him, so she was happy to coax him over these little things in their daily interactions. Shen Qinghe was worn down by her gentle words and reached out to hold her wrist, pulling her into his arms with a little force.
In the past few days, his injuries have improved, and Meng Zhao is no longer as cautious as before. She sits on his lap without hesitation and even rubs against him to find a comfortable position.
Seeing that he still had a tense expression, she cupped his face and mischievously bit his lower lip until she felt the arms around his waist tighten. Then she smiled and pulled away a little: "Alright, alright, I know our Qinghe is the most obedient. He definitely won't be angry with me. You wait for me in the capital. When I come back, I'll bring you a gift."
Given her condition, what could Shen Qinghe say? He could only sigh softly and nod in resignation: "Alright, then you must be extra careful and return to the capital as soon as possible."
Looking at Shen Qinghe up close, Meng Zhao couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of creation. How could a person's features be sculpted so perfectly? Beneath his sword-like eyebrows were eyes that seemed to hold spring water, and below his high, straight nose were thin lips that she had just bitten until they were red. Seeing this, her heart stirred slightly, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck again, her fingertips lingering on his jade-like face.
An atmosphere of ambiguity filled the room. A faint fragrance lingered around Shen Qinghe's nose, like invisible threads binding his reason. Her slightly parted lips were so close, as if silently inviting him. Shen Qinghe felt his blood boiling and his heart pounding. The arms around her waist tightened involuntarily, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
Feeling his increasingly rapid breathing, Meng Zhao's heart began to stir. Her fingertips lightly traced his handsome features, and her warm lips almost touched his earlobe: "Qinghe, I heard from the doctor that you have recovered, is that right?" Her breath carried a subtle hint, causing Shen Qinghe's Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.
A few days ago, out of consideration for his health, Meng Zhao didn't dare to tease him too much. However, looking at his handsome face all day long, she really felt a little itchy. She had already missed the chance with Shen Qinghe at eighteen, but now he was still fresh and delicious at twenty. If she didn't taste him soon, what if his flowering period was short and he was past his prime? She would regret it and have nowhere to cry.
Especially after noticing the strangeness below, Meng Zhao became even bolder. Her eyes were fixed on him, but her hand had already quietly slipped into his clothes, wanting to feel the firm muscles. However, Shen Qing grabbed her wrist and pulled her out forcefully.
He straightened his clothes without changing his expression and said calmly, "We are about to set off, and we still have many things to prepare."
Meng Zhao was dumbfounded, almost wanting to grab his collar and question him, "Young man, do you want to touch your...things before you say that?" But before she could continue, Shen Qinghe had already nimbly gotten up, gently placed her on the ground, and turned to pack his belongings.
Even after Meng Zhao walked out of the house, she was still a little stunned. This was truly outrageous! Shen Qing and Jing had even learned to act arrogantly towards her. Who was the heartless person who taught them this?
Little did she know that some things don't need to be taught by others. Shen Qinghe saw the obvious infatuation in her eyes just now, but the more he saw it, the more he had to restrain himself. He understood the principles of this world better than anyone: she would never cherish something that was too easily obtained. Besides, although this place was quiet, it wasn't formal enough. She might not mind, but he couldn't be so casual.
Even the next day, when Meng Zhao saw Shen Qinghe, she couldn't help but grind her teeth secretly. It felt like a piece of fragrant meat was hanging in front of her, but she couldn't reach it no matter what she did, which made her anxious and restless. Just as she was busy in the courtyard, the sound of horses' hooves came. Meng Zhao's heart tightened until she heard a familiar voice calling, "Manager." Only then did she feel relieved.
Upon seeing Shen Qinghe, a leading man in the crowd immediately stepped forward and bowed. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two went to the side and began to talk in hushed tones.
Huang Cui nimbly dismounted and rushed to Meng Zhao's side in three steps: "Manager, how have you been these past few days while I was away? Have you encountered any accidents?" She looked Meng Zhao up and down, her eyes full of concern.
"What could possibly be wrong with me?" Meng Zhao chuckled and patted her shoulder. "But you, did you encounter any trouble on your way back to the capital?"
Huang Cui shook her head. "With Zhao the镖头 and the others escorting us, our journey was smooth sailing."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Zhao saw Zhao, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), walking towards them. He stepped forward to express his gratitude, saying, "Thanks to Zhao, the head镖师, for escorting us all the way, I am truly grateful."
Chief镖师 Zhao quickly returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, a simple smile on his face: "Madam Meng, you are too kind. Now that we have accepted your escort fee, we will naturally do our best to handle the matter properly."
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