When Ah Zhao wakes up, it’s still early. There's a section of candle left on the table, flickering in the room.
She had a good sleep, however, her head still aches.
After yawning, she finally realizes that someone is lying next to her with his arm around her waist.
It's Huo Jun.
How did she get in bed? How did he end up sleeping beside her? She has no idea what so ever.
As she thinks, she moves up a bit and looks at him.
Yesterday, she only had one glimpse of him. Now she has all the time in the world to watch the famous general of Pingjing carefully.
He is indeed good-looking, his features fierce and well-positioned. His straight-bridged nose looks right like a master-piece of a renowned sculptor, his lips a bit thin.
Ah Zhao recalls she has read in a book that men with thin lips are usually inconstant in love.
She looks at him closely and mutters to herself: “Why is everyone so afraid of such a good-looking man?”
She feels the grip around her waist suddenly tightens.
Startled, she looks over and finds his eyes closed.
“It’s still early. Rest.” His calm voice rises.
His arm rises and pulls her closer. They lie together intimately, like every couple that’s deep in love.
As Ah Zhao leans on his chest, she feels the heat off his body. Gradually, overwhelmed by a tiredness deep within, she closes her eyes, her breath grows long and slow.
After Ah Zhao falls asleep, Huo Jun opens his eyes.
He looks clear-headed and energetic, without a single trace of sleepiness.
Tilting slightly, he looks at her quietly without disturbing her.
After a good while, there seems to be a soft laughter in the dim-lighted room.
Outside the bed curtain, candle drips drop slowly and burn till the sun is high up in the sky.
When Ah Zhao wakes up again, it's already light outside.
The space next to her has lost its warmth. She wonders when he left.
She moves only to find herself ache and weak all over. She knows it’s the after-effect of the sleeping pills.
Sitting up, her temples are throbbing.
The maid who has been waiting on her hurriedly opens the bed curtain.
“My Lady, you are awake? Do you need to wash?”
Ah Zhao nods.
The maid helps her wash, put on makeup and tie her hair into a bun.
After that, another maid arrives with various delicate breakfast.
“General tells me to tell My Lady that he has something to attend to and he is sorry that My Lady is going to have breakfast alone. He’ll come back by noon and have lunch with you, My Lady.”
Ah Zhao nods.
Looking at the dishes on the table, big and small, a dozen in total with food from the South and North. Apparently, the cooks have spent quite some time on this breakfast.
She especially likes the steamed dumplings so she eats three of them and drinks half a bowl of porridge.
Perhaps since this body doesn’t have good digestive organs, Ah Zhao doesn’t feel like eating after having those food.
She has no choice but to ask the maids to take the food away as she looks at them eagerly.
The maid that wakes Ah Zhao up and help her with the breakfast is called Lv Zhu who is both surprised and amused by her reaction.
She only knows the general’s wife is a daughter of a wealthy family. Who could have thought she is so innocent and artless too?
It seems this lady shows whatever she thinks.
When Ah Zhao wakes up, it’s still early. There's a section of candle left on the table, flickering in the room.
She had a good sleep, however, her head still aches.
After yawning, she finally realizes that someone is lying next to her with his arm around her waist.
It's Huo Jun.
How did she get in bed? How did he end up sleeping beside her? She has no idea what so ever.
As she thinks, she moves up a bit and looks at him.
Yesterday, she only had one glimpse of him. Now she has all the time in the world to watch the famous general of Pingjing carefully.
He is indeed good-looking, his features fierce and well-positioned. His straight-bridged nose looks right like a master-piece of a renowned sculptor, his lips a bit thin.
Ah Zhao recalls she has read in a book that men with thin lips are usually inconstant in love.
She looks at him closely and mutters to herself: “Why is everyone so afraid of such a good-looking man?”
She feels the grip around her waist suddenly tightens.
Startled, she looks over and finds his eyes closed.
“It’s still early. Rest.” His calm voice rises.
His arm rises and pulls her closer. They lie together intimately, like every couple that’s deep in love.
As Ah Zhao leans on his chest, she feels the heat off his body. Gradually, overwhelmed by a tiredness deep within, she closes her eyes, her breath grows long and slow.
After Ah Zhao falls asleep, Huo Jun opens his eyes.
He looks clear-headed and energetic, without a single trace of sleepiness.
Tilting slightly, he looks at her quietly without disturbing her.
After a good while, there seems to be a soft laughter in the dim-lighted room.
Outside the bed curtain, candle drips drop slowly and burn till the sun is high up in the sky.
When Ah Zhao wakes up again, it's already light outside.
The space next to her has lost its warmth. She wonders when he left.
She moves only to find herself ache and weak all over. She knows it’s the after-effect of the sleeping pills.
Sitting up, her temples are throbbing.
The maid who has been waiting on her hurriedly opens the bed curtain.
“My Lady, you are awake? Do you need to wash?”
Ah Zhao nods.
The maid helps her wash, put on makeup and tie her hair into a bun.
After that, another maid arrives with various delicate breakfast.
“General tells me to tell My Lady that he has something to attend to and he is sorry that My Lady is going to have breakfast alone. He’ll come back by noon and have lunch with you, My Lady.”
Ah Zhao nods.
Looking at the dishes on the table, big and small, a dozen in total with food from the South and North. Apparently, the cooks have spent quite some time on this breakfast.
She especially likes the steamed dumplings so she eats three of them and drinks half a bowl of porridge.
Perhaps since this body doesn’t have good digestive organs, Ah Zhao doesn’t feel like eating after having those food.
She has no choice but to ask the maids to take the food away as she looks at them eagerly.
The maid that wakes Ah Zhao up and help her with the breakfast is called Lv Zhu who is both surprised and amused by her reaction.
She only knows the general’s wife is a daughter of a wealthy family. Who could have thought she is so innocent and artless too?
It seems this lady shows whatever she thinks.
