Lin Qiao found it hard to stay on horseback and flipped herself over to dismount, but before she could react, a big hand wrapped around her waist and lifted her down.
She looked up at Song Tingfan, her expression naturally normal.
He used to blush even if their hands touched.
Ahem, could it be that he has been with women?
She wasn't being lewd, it was a normal thought. There are usually camp prostitutes in the military, after all, men have strong desires, and if they suppress it too long, it could be harmful.
When they returned home, Mrs. Fan hurriedly poured them some water, "Tingfan, Qiao'er."
"Granny Fan." Song Tingfan took the water and handed it to Lin Qiao.
He used to do this too, so Lin Qiao was not unfamiliar and took a sip.
Song Qin was staring at Song Tingfan, her joy evident, while Song Rong remembered something, "Wife, Qiao'er and the others probably haven't eaten."
