Struggling to open her eyes, she saw that the inside of the carriage was very dim. It seemed like the sky had already darkened. A man was pressing upon her. He carried a familiar scent, but he was neither Zhi Chen, nor Shujun, nor Shu Yu, nor Haoming, but Little Wu, Liang Yuening. He slipped into her covers, his body warm, and perhaps because it was late at night, she felt a chill throughout her body. "My wife..." Yue Ning whispered her name, as if afraid of being overheard by people outside the carriage. For original chapters go to NoveI-Fire.ɴet His hand gently tugged at her clothes, her mind still a bit fuzzy from having just woken up. Until his warm hand stroked up from the base of her leg, he grasped her waist and then seized her lips. The man who usually seemed foolish, at this moment appeared like his once explosive temper, ready to erupt within her. "Shall we have a child, alright?" He asked tenderly, though he was usually impatient in that aspect, always rushing things. He was easily embarrassed when it came to private matters, probably the most prone to blushing among the siblings except Lao Si. Even though their bodies were already familiar, his shyness, unlike his appearance, seemed etched into his bones. She seemed to have woken, yet it felt like she had fallen back into a dream, unclear but she softly agreed, "Alright." Fine, have one, unsure of her feelings within, but as he erupted like a volcano, Yixuan’s face flashed through her mind. Why think of Yixuan at a time ? Unclear, perhaps her state of mind had been off lately. No, not "a bit," but very off. Though she couldn’t pinpoint the reason, she had a feeling that there was something wrong with her body. Her consciousness gradually faded, yet unsure if it was an illusion, as their lips entwined, there seemed to be a sweet fruity aroma, transferred through his fiery tongue to her lips... "Is my wife still not awake?" The sun was already high; Shujun saw the eldest and second brother sitting outside the carriage, Haoming holding a piece of wood, quietly carving something with a knife. Probably carving a figure, likely her likeness. Yue Ning had just come out from her carriage this morning; he touched his nose, then embarrassedly answered, "Mm." Shujun frowned, then sat beside his elder brother. Yixuan stood some distance away, holding a handkerchief and wiping Little Wuwang’s face. He noted what was going on with his brothers, sensing that as a separate little world he couldn’t quite join. It’s not that he couldn’t join, but he knew they were still upset with him. Fengsu walked toward Yixuan, "Your wife seems to have misunderstood something." "She mistook you for Yun Ge." Yixuan looked puzzled, "Yun Ge?" Fengsu explained, "For years she’s been wandering, upon learning she’s been searching for your brothers’ whereabouts, you secretly helped her cover her tracks, but it seems she thought it was Yunyun who did it. It’s also partly my fault, for speaking unclearly and misleading her." Yixuan furrowed his brow, "Don’t meddle." "I just casually mentioned it when in the Great Northwest. But considering your current situation, why not tell them about this? It may ease your current predicament and prevent ongoing blame from them."