Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, a faint pop from the wick sent tiny sparks flying, casting the white jade tea cup on the table into an alternating light and shadow.
The curtain veiled lightly, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air, with the light and shadow tracing over the girl's delicate profile.
Yu Tingwan often felt drowsy during her menstruation due to the cramps in her lower abdomen.
She had been busy with many things today.
And it was getting late.
Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder.
"Are you busy?"
This word "busy" was quite expressive.
The deep meaning of this word was well understood between husband and wife.
Yu Tingwan didn't look much at Wei Zhao, finished her bird's nest, put down the glass cup, and ran over to lower the half-open window, lest the wind outside blew in.
Having finished these tasks, she climbed onto the bed, ready to close her eyes.
But after a long time, she heard no movement inside the room.
