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Chapter 55: Hogging It All For Yourself

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Song Yuming grasped her hand and looked into her pretty face, but said nothing.

Words could not describe his gaze.

His forehead had become smeared with charcoal soot. Dongting wiped it off with a sigh. “Getting all ashy just from cooking!”

Song Yuming sat on the little stool and pulled her into his arms and set her on his lap. “Did you sleep well last night?” he said in a low voice.

Xue Dongting buried her head in the crook of his neck. Her delicate scent assailed his nostrils.

“Scrutinizing someone like that in broad daylight,” she grumbled, but her feeble protest in Song Yuming’s ears was pleasantly tender.

He held her face in his hands and their foreheads touched. “I’m not going to the ferry today,” he said quietly.

“Mm,” she said. “Then where are you going?” she asked softly.

“Nowhere.”

“Mm…” she moaned, his lips already planted fiercely on hers. By the time he let up they were both panting. Dongting’s chest was heaving slightly, her cheeks flushed and more lovely and beautiful than the rosy reflection off the river. She suddenly realized something and took a good look at Song Yuming’s clothes. “Why have I never seen that outer robe before?”

Song Yuming looked into her eyes. “Last night I went to the ferry to see Old Zhang and slipped and fell in the river. My clothes were soaked, so I got this from his boat and put it on.”

Dongting gave a thin smile. “What were you doing looking for Old Zhang in the dark? Were you two playing weiqi again?”

Song Yuming nodded and laughed. “You got me.”

She tried to struggle free, but he would not let go. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. “Put me down now!” she said in a low voice.

Song Yuming ignored her and took her inside and laid her on the bed and his big hands naughtily set about untying her green lotus cloak.

Xue Dongting laughed and wriggled away from him. “No, it’s too cold!”

“You cloak doesn’t look good,” he said softly, “It’s not as good as that red one.”

Xue Dongting cocked her head and side-eyed him with a smile. “What red one? The one Rosecloud had on?”

“The one you wore when you went to the ferry to bring me food that one time. Old Zhang said straight away how good it looked and then he went right into town and bought a bolt of cloth like it for his wife.” Song Yuming’s was breathing heavily, his hands busy. He never imagined it would be tied so tight. It took him forever and he still hadn’t gotten it undone.

Xue Dongting grabbed his big hand and got right to the point, “Tell me, did the one Rosecloud was wearing look good?”

Song Yuming smiled wearily and gave up on untying her sash. “I didn’t really pay attention, how should I know?”

Xue Dongting sat up and looked at him. “Do you really not remember Rosecloud?”

“I remember, I rescued her.”

Xue Dongting’s face clouded, staring at him, clenching her teeth.

Song Yuming laughed. “If I had said I didn’t remember you wouldn’t have believed it, but didn’t you say as well that I rescued her?”