"But what if I touch your wound—" Sang Wan still wasn't reassured.
"No worries!" Shi Fengju laughed: "The bed is so big, and we are not three-year-olds."
Sang Wan was amused by his words and could only laugh in response. She instructed Liu Ya to sleep across the center hall behind the partition, let down the floor-length brocade curtain, leaving only a corner where a small lamp covered with a gauze shade was placed, pulled down the mosquito netting, and got into the bed, sliding into the inside of the brocade quilt.
As soon as she lay down, she felt Shi Fengju's arm stretch over, along with the quilt, embracing her, "Miss Wan, shall we chat a bit?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow!" Sang Wan murmured with lightly closed eyes. After anxiously traveling for so many days and finally settling down, as soon as she lay down, sleep deeply invaded Sang Wan, how could she bother to move?
