Xie Yun was reclining on a rosewood armchair covered with ferret cushions.
He had just woken up, his eyes were still a little sleepy, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
The belt of the satin nightgown was loose, and the open neckline revealed a large area of honey-colored chest. There were a few ambiguous red marks on the firm and full pectoral muscles.
The fabric slid down as he moved, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles. Every groove in his body showed the strength gained from years of martial arts training.
He raised his hand and casually pushed his scattered black hair behind his head. His hand tapped lightly from time to time, and the veins on the back of his bony hand were slightly bulging.
His eyes always followed the graceful figure in front of the dressing table.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed, and his eyes were filled with unmelted tenderness.
Zheng Wanqing was facing a mirror, her slender hands deftly buttoning her cheongsam.
She was wearing a dark blue indigo cotton cheongsam today, with faint patterns on the material, making her look elegant and dignified yet agile.
"Where are you going today, Madam?" Xie Yun suddenly stood up and walked behind her in soft-soled slippers.
His fingertips, covered with calluses, gently stroked the delicate skin of the back of her neck and fastened the top button for her, which she had always failed to fasten properly.
The mirror reflected Zheng Wanqing's slightly upturned lips.
After he fastened his buttons, he slowly turned around.
She pressed her face against his bare chest, smelling the faint scent of soap and cream on his body. That scent mixed with his unique body temperature made her unconsciously move a little closer.
"There is somewhere to go."
Her voice was muffled in his arms, with a hint of coquettishness, and the ending tone rose slightly, like a kitten's claws gently scratching people's hearts, "Yumin, are you busy with military affairs today?"
Xie Yun grabbed her restless hand and bent down to place a kiss on her palm.
"This work is already completed."
Zheng Wanqing raised her face, the morning sunlight danced on her eyelashes, making her almond-shaped eyes look particularly clear and bright.
"Would you like to go to the temple with me today? I haven't been to burn incense this year."
Xie Yunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, held up her little face, and gently stroked her delicate cheek with his thumb.
He chuckled and said, "You know I don't believe in gods or Buddhas." There was a hint of helplessness and doting in his voice.
"I know." She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, "but I want to go."
Her voice was so soft that Xie Yun couldn't say no.
Xie Yun stared at her for a moment, lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Okay."
He paused, then added, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "But Madam, you have to promise me that you won't ask for a marriage fortune when you go to the Buddha later."
Zheng Wanqing's eyes flickered and she gently pushed him: "What nonsense are you talking about."
She turned and walked towards the closet, the fabric rustling against hers, "You're leaving for Peking tomorrow, so I'll naturally ask for a..."
He suddenly fell silent in the middle of his speech.
Xie Yun leaned against the bedpost, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes: "Hmm?"
The sound was drawn out, with a hint of mischief.
"Nothing." Zheng Wanqing picked out a dark blue brocade gown from the pile of clothes.
The sunlight shines through the window screen, casting a faint cloud pattern on the satin surface.
She handed over the gown, with an undisguised urgency in her tone.
"Hurry up and change. We'll leave after breakfast."
Xie Yun took the gown, and a few strands of untied black hair were scattered casually in front of his forehead, making his narrow and long phoenix eyes look even more lazy.
He chuckled: "So positive? It seems that Madam is determined to take me to see the Buddha."
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