After traveling a long distance, Mingzhu was very tired.
Xie Yunzhen didn't tease her on purpose this time. When he said bathing, he meant bathing, without asking for benefits like he did before.
Within less than half an hour, she was dressed comfortably and came out of the bathhouse.
The weather was still chilly despite the onset of spring, and catching a cold could be troublesome for a pregnant woman, so Mingzhu was dressed quite warmly.
In contrast, Xie Yunzhen was dressed lightly in a round-neck robe, already in his spring attire.
Mingzhu hadn't forgotten about his old illness and instinctively touched his chest to check how many layers he was wearing underneath.
Xie Yunzhen was a military general and never forgot to practice his martial arts.
What she felt was solid muscle.
Even through the fabric, the vigorous strength underneath could be sensed.
Her wrist was grasped, the calloused finger pads grazing her delicate skin with a teasing intent.
