Zheng Fan extended his hand, grasped Siniang's, and Siniang allowed him to hold hers.
When it came to understanding a man's mind, no one present could surpass Siniang. Zheng Fan didn't believe her earlier claim that her fingers had paused because her heart had suddenly tensed.
She merely wanted to soften the atmosphere a bit, using her position as his woman.
It wasn't exactly manipulation; it was more of a habit, perhaps even an instinct. Even in ordinary marriages, little techniques like this are occasionally needed to keep things fresh.
"Everyone, don't be so serious. I just woke up, but somehow, I feel even more lethargic than before."
"My lord, you must be tired from the trip to the capital city."
Upon returning home, resting, and relaxing, the previous mental strain vanished, and his body naturally began to slacken and grow lethargic.
