Even though Song Xian was clearly four or five years older than her, the way he called her "Sister" came more naturally with each passing day.
Xie Liangchen felt Song Xian's hand slowly fall to her waist, cautiously leaning closer to her.
"Stay with me a little longer," Song Xian said, "I'll massage your hand."
Xie Liangchen said, "If there's something urgent, Hu Zi will come looking for me."
"Alright," Song Xian said, "then let's wait until Hu Zi comes."
After finishing his words, Song Xian began to knead Xie Liangchen's fingers with just the right amount of pressure, making one feel very relaxed.
Song Xian held her gently and said softly, "It's getting cold, I need to return to Zhenzhou before it snows."
Xie Liangchen nodded, "The Emperor mentioned he'd allocate a few states to you for winning battles, at least for the next year or two, you'll often be managing affairs in the Eight States, right?"
