Seeing Lin Xiyue's red lips part as she elegantly sipped her wine, Luo Xiu, after a brief hesitation, tilted his head back and downed his drink in a single gulp. He didn't know why, but he felt that Lin Xiyue had become a different person in the past two days. She was still as cold and proud as ever, but she was talking much more.
"Where is your hometown?" Lin Xiyue asked, putting down her glass and staring into Luo Xiu's eyes.
Luo Xiu smiled. "Just a small mountain village. It's not worth mentioning."
Lin Xiyue continued to stare into his eyes. Seeing that they were clear, she thought to herself that the medicinal wine would probably take a while to kick in. She said, "No matter how you put it, I'm your wife now. Don't I have the right to know about your family?"
Luo Xiu shrugged. "My family is very simple. I'm an orphan who was taken in and raised by my master, along with three elder martial sisters."
