Midnight, in the military tent.
An hour had passed.
Because the bed was destroyed by Qin Qingluo's blow, Chen Yi had no choice but to lay the mattress directly on the ground.
After their intimacy, everything felt like a distant world. The proud, towering woman now lay dazed beside him, responding faintly to Chen Yi's tender caresses.
Smoothing her disheveled ponytail, Chen Yi lay down and gently embraced this fiery mare.
She didn't look at him, her gaze falling onto empty space.
Chen Yi, however, observed her for a long while before murmuring softly in the dim candlelight:
"What's the scenery in the Southern Border like?"
This was not a clever attempt at conversation, and naturally garnered no response. Even if it were clever, Qin Qingluo would still remain indifferent.
Chen Yi went on as if talking to himself:
