She was startled and looked up at the clock. It was already eleven o'clock at night. Who could it be at this time?
Could it be that Ji Chen had something important to discuss? She put down her pen, walked to the door, put her fingertips lightly on the door handle, and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"
A deep and gentle voice came from outside the door, with a hint of tiredness, but also a smile: "It's me, Wanqing."
Zheng Wanqing's heart skipped a beat and she opened the door almost instantly.
Outside the door, Xie Yun stood under the lamp in a long indigo gown. The fabric had a calm dark pattern in the light and shadow, which made him look tall and slender. He wore a black hat with the brim slightly pressed down, covering half of his eyebrows, but one could still see a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.
"Why are you here?" She couldn't hide the surprise in her voice. She reached out to pull his sleeve. When her fingertips touched the fabric, she found that it was still stained with the cool night dew.
Xie Yun chuckled, picked up his luggage and walked into the room, closing the door gently. His face was completely clear under the light, his eyebrows were deep, and there was a hint of fatigue under his eyes, but his eyes still contained a soft light, looking at her intently.
"The business has been handled ahead of time." His voice was low and a little hoarse with laziness. He put his luggage aside and held her in his arms. His embrace was warm and solid, and there was still the scent of the night breeze on his body. He lowered his head and pecked Zheng Wanqing's cheek lightly, and smiled softly: "It's a pity that I missed the grace of Madam on the stage."
Zheng Wanqing's ears were slightly warmed by his kiss. She raised her hand to take off his hat for him. Her fingertips accidentally brushed his slightly messy hair. Only then did she realize that there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead after traveling. She stroked his face with heartache and said angrily, "I will go back tomorrow. Why did you make this special trip?"
Xie Yun held her wrist, stroking her palm with his thumb, and whispered, "Then don't leave tomorrow. Jinan has beautiful scenery. I will stay with my wife for a few more days to relax." He paused, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "Besides, it feels like a long time since we last met."
"Have you even arranged your itinerary?" She raised her eyebrows with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
"Of course. Since the business has been completed in advance, I will just accompany my wife for the next few days."
She raised her eyes to look at him and said deliberately, "What about Editor Ji? He came here with me."
Xie Yun chuckled, stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, his tone doting and unquestionable: "I'll go talk to him tomorrow and ask him to go back first."
She couldn't help laughing and pushed him: "Go wash up quickly. You've come all the way here, and you're not tired."
Xie Yun did not move. Instead, he lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly before he said slowly, "No matter how tired you are, it's not as exhausting as how much effort Madam put in on stage today." He stroked the faint blue shadows under her eyes with his fingertips, and said gently, "Go and rest first, don't wait for me."
Xie Yun walked into the bathroom, where dim light and shadows shone through the diamond-shaped glass panes on the carved oak door.
He reached out and turned on the nickel-plated faucet. With a slight sound of running water, warm water with a faint smell of rust flowed out. He took out a silver razor and moved the sharp blade along his jawline. Zheng Wanqing looked through the translucent raindrop-patterned glass on the door and saw his sharp silhouette looming in the mist, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as the razor moved.
The air is filled with the aroma of citrus notes from German quince soap and bitter almond flavor from local soapberries.
When Xie Yun came out wiping his wet hair, he saw a figure lying on the bed with slow and even breathing. He approached with light steps and stared at her sleeping face quietly.
The porcelain table lamp on the bedside table was covered with lilac silk, and the light shone through the hand-embroidered winding branches and vines, casting fine shadows on her eyelashes. There was a faint smile on the corners of her lips, which made people wonder what kind of beautiful scene she encountered in her dream.
Xie Yun's eyes fell on the pearl hairpin in her hair that she had forgotten to take off. He bent down, carefully brushed aside the loose hair on her temples with his fingertips, and then gently took off the hairpin that was glowing softly and placed it beside the pillow.
His face slowly moved closer and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead: "Sweet dreams, Wanqing."
The bed sank slightly due to his movements, making a slight creaking sound. At this moment, the night train of Jiaoji Railway in the distance blew its whistle. Zheng Wanqing frowned unconsciously in her sleep, as if her sweet dream was disturbed by the sudden sound. Seeing this, Xie Yun hurriedly embraced her. In his gentle embrace, Zheng Wanqing seemed to feel extremely at ease, and her brows gradually relaxed.
She instinctively sniffed the scent of soap cream left on his body, like a small animal seeking warmth, and leaned close to his warm chest. The top of her hair rubbed lightly against the newly shaved skin on his jaw, bringing a tingling sensation.
The gentle breath brushed his collarbone, making his heart tremble slightly. Xie Yun subconsciously closed his arms and hugged her tighter, watching her curled up in his arms like a baby, his heart was full of tenderness and doting. His fingertips were entangled with a strand of her scattered black hair, and he circled it around his knuckles a few times before gently letting it go, and the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
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