A crystal-clear voice instantly captivated Qi Yue's gaze.
His distinct black and white phoenix eyes, every bit of tenderness and charm gathered at the corners of his eyes and brows, just one look and Qi Yue could no longer shift her eyes away.
"My lord, how did you come here?"
"You asked the same thing last night, why are you asking again?"
Zhao Xiyan spoke as he stretched his arm to embrace her, his other hand deftly pressing on her waist, gently kneading.
"Still tired?"
"What do you think?" Qi Yue lightly punched him while nestled in his embrace.
"Don't worry, your husband will tend to you, just a good rub."
The hand under the blanket began to become restless as it kneaded.
Qi Yue scratched his waist, half seriously and half pleadingly, "If you keep this up, I really won't be able to take it anymore."
In the past, to treat Zhao Xiyan's leg injury, Qi Yue had used an entire batch of Thousand-Year Panax Notoginseng and White Rhino Horn essence on him.
