Xiang Ning had already left, and Ye Ling sat on the redwood carved gourd-patterned canopy bed, with the curtain halfway down. The light from the octagonal lampshade at the head of the bed cast a gentle glow, highlighting her delicate and fair face.
Hearing footsteps, Ye Ling looked up and saw it was Song Yuanbao. She tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand, "Husband…"
Song Yuanbao sat down next to her, "We climbed up and down the mountain today. Baby, are you tired?"
Ye Ling shyly shook her head, "I just took a bath, feeling much better now."
Song Yuanbao asked her, "Is there anywhere uncomfortable? I can give you a massage."
Although they had been married for more than two months, the two had yet to be intimate. Ye Ling felt too shy and shook her head, "I haven't exercised for a long time. It was rare to go out; it felt quite good."
Song Yuanbao saw that she was nervous and chuckled softly, "Don't be afraid, after tonight, it will be fine."
