Xie Wanqing originally seemed somewhat dazed, but upon hearing the words, she pressed her lips together and glared at him.
"Why get angry," Lu Ziyuan chuckled and said, "Didn't I say no to it?"
Usually, when he missed her, he could rely on training soldiers and practicing martial arts to release his abundant energy. Yesterday, after consuming three cups of aphrodisiac wine, the effects had no outlet, causing him considerable distress.
Having taken the aphrodisiac, he could only think of her to resolve it himself, while that sickly person could take the opportunity to get close to him.
Jealousy was still hard to dissipate, and Lu Ziyuan's gaze darkened; the smile at his lips gradually faded, as he quietly looked at her.
Xie Wanqing was a bit unsettled under his gaze. Just then, the door was knocked on, and Mingjian sent someone in with a charcoal basin.
Lu Ziyuan released her chin and drew her into his arms.
