Lord Zheng walked over directly, sat down on the bench where Liu Ruqing had previously been sitting, then unceremoniously pulled the beauty into his arms.
Liu Ruqing let out a surprised gasp,
and then buried her face in Lord Zheng's chest, clutching fiercely at his clothing.
If everything should fall into place like this, then… let it be so.
It's not that it happened too quickly or suddenly, but rather, it was too slow, this waiting was a form of torment.
Today, giving him her body,
tomorrow, when facing the servants in the courtyard calling her 'Aunt,' she would no longer feel so insecure.
One hand lifted her chin,
making her gaze meet his.
In his eyes,
it was as though waves were rippling, resonating in the person's heart. This wasn't just captivating, it made the heart a metaphorical string.
Meanwhile, Liu Ruqing also sensed the rising and falling chest of the man holding her and the fire nearly bursting out from his eyes.
