Chu Lian clung onto the new source of heat next to her out of habit.
The softness of her chest was pressed closely against his body. While He Sanlang still kept his usual icy expression on his face, the backs of his ears were already flushed red.
He lowered his deep gaze to look at the petite woman in his arms. The hand that he had wrapped around Chu Lian's waist slipped slowly downwards until it reached a soft, curved area.
He didn't want to disturb her, so he settled for some light touching instead.
The first rays of dawn emerged above the horizon, setting off the drops of morning dew on the leaves outside. Chu Lian had gotten a good night's sleep. When she finally opened her eyes, the other side of the bed was already empty.
She reached out and felt around the empty area. There was still some warmth left under the blankets and a familiar scent.
Chu Lian furrowed her eyebrows slightly. Wasn't there a saying about men who had just awakened and how they were as voracious as wolves and tigers? So why was He Sanlang so... so restrained?
Could it be that he didn't have any interest in that?
Chu Lian shook her head. Considering the way he had acted the night they consummated their marriage, he didn't seem like someone who lacked desire...
However, she still wasn't all that comfortable with those sorts of activities, so it was actually a good thing for her if He Changdi didn't want it.
Chu Lian laid in bed with her eyes open as her mind wandered into flights of fancy. Wenlan seemed to have heard her movements from outside the room, so the maidservant walked over to the bedside and called out softly.
Chu Lian pulled open the gauzy curtains and got out of bed. After she finished washing up in the bathroom, she sat in front of her dressing table and realised that there was already a bowl of soup placed there.
Wenlan was in the middle of choosing a dress for Chu Lian when she turned her head and noticed the questioning look in her master's eyes. She smiled. "Third Young Madam, I brewed that soup myself early this morning. It's a nourishing soup. Third Young Madam should drink it while it's still warm."
Chu Lian took the bowl into her hands and scooped up a spoonful of the concoction. There was a faint aroma drifting up from the soup and she could detect the scent of a mixture of medicinal herbs that she couldn't quite identify. She gave it a taste. Upon realising that it didn't taste all too bad and that it was just the right temperature to drink, she downed it in a few gulps.
It was just a small bowl of soup, so there wasn't a lot of it.
Wenlan hung the dress that she had picked out on the dressing screen before going up to Chu Lian to help style her hair.
Chu Lian was currently picking out accessories at the dressing table.
"Did momo say what this herbal soup was for?"
Wenlan didn't hide the truth from her and replied honestly, "Great Doctor Miao said that Third Young Madam's body is a little weak. There's also some remaining 'coldness' within your body, which might have been caused by the low temperatures at the northern border. He had a discussion with momo and they came up with a prescription for you. It's just two bowls of soup daily, one in the morning and one in the evening."
A weak and cold body?
Chu Lian smiled bitterly. That sounded about right.
She had stayed out in the freezing, snow-covered plains of the northern border for an extended period of time. Moreover, she had just recovered from an injury then. It was already rather fortunate that she had come away from that with just some physical weakness and a slightly cold body. No wonder her limbs always felt cold when she slept without He Sanlang. She never felt warm enough even after sleeping the whole night under a thick stack of blankets.
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Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator
FantasyNot my story. For reading offline purposes. This is Book 2 Credits to: Written by: Snow Mountain Mists (雪山岚) Translated by: timebun, Premonition, Myst Edited by: renderedreversed Raws: http://www.17k.com/book/1768774.htmlation 小说作品翻译自ChineseAll中文在线...