Everything was silent, and the carriage was quiet and dark.
Various tea sets were placed on the table, and the flickering candlelight swayed in Shen Yan's dim eyes.
The pair of pitch-black pupils were very close, staring at him without blinking.
The fingertips on my ankles felt scorching hot.
Shen Yan's voice was hoarse and low.
A warm breath fell, covering Song Lingzhi's body like smoke, "... Or does Zhizhi want to stay here?"
Shen Yan's voice was extremely light, like a wild goose passing by without leaving a trace.
Song Lingzhi suddenly shook his head, a hint of uneasiness and fear flashing across his eyes.
Shen Yan let out a muffled laugh and suddenly let go of the man: "Go back home."
Somehow, Song Lingzhi felt increasingly uneasy, and he realized belatedly that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.
The carriage passed steadily through the long street and headed all the way to the Song Mansion.
A black lacquered pillar stood tall in front of the mansion. Through a corner of the carriage curtain, Song Lingzhi could clearly see the servants standing under the eaves with their hands hanging down.
With her slender hands, she lifted a corner of the dark green curtain. Suddenly, a laugh came from behind her: "Did you sprain your ankle?"
Song Lingzhi was startled.
Keep up the show.
She let go of the car curtain awkwardly: "Then I'll wait for Bai Zhi to come over..."
Shen Yan's eyes turned cold.
Song Lingzhi suddenly had an idea and cautiously tried to test it out: "... or, you carry me on your back?"
Sandalwood lingered around his body. For some reason, Shen Yan had been taking medicine continuously recently. Song Lingzhi just thought he was replenishing his body and did not ask any further questions.
The Moon White Crane Cloak was grasped at her fingertips.
Suddenly, Song Lingzhi was picked up by someone.
Her feet were in the air, and the shock and surprise in her eyes had not yet faded away, but she had already been carried out of the carriage by Shen Yan.
The cold wind blows, penetrating into my skin and bones.
Shen Yan's loose sleeves blocked Song Lingzhi's sight. His hands were strong and powerful, and even through the thick cloak, Song Lingzhi could feel the burning heat in his palms.
The palms of her hands on her waist were burning hot. She curled up in Shen Yan's arms, watching Shen Yan holding her across the screen wall and under the ebony corridor.
Although he hadn't seen any servants or old women along the way, the tips of Song Lingzhi's ears were still as red as rouge, and his usually fair neck was now faintly red.
The study was still before her eyes, the tightly closed wooden door was within reach, and the darkness inside was like heavy shadows.
Song Lingzhi subconsciously wanted to escape. She spoke incoherently: "I, I can go back by myself."
Shen Yan lowered his eyes, smiling: "Are you unable to walk anymore?"
Song Lingzhi stumbled: "I, I can find a doctor..."
Before she could finish her words, she was already carried into the study.
Two overlapping figures appeared on the kang by the window, with the crane cloak still gathered on their shoulders, blocking any movement under the cloak.
Song Lingzhi's ankle was slender and thin, so Shen Yan easily held it in his palm.
The study is filled with faint fragrance and the whole room is filled with subtle aroma.
The jade ring was cool and placed against his calf.
Slowly go up.
Song Lingzhi put his arms around Shen Yan's neck. After a while, his pair of almond-shaped eyes were filled with mist and shimmering light.
Through the window, Yue Xu appeared outside the door with a swift and decisive look: "Master."
Shen Yan said calmly: "-Speak."
Yue Xu paused as he was about to enter the house. Hearing the coldness in Shen Yan's words, he did not dare to hide anything and reported everything he had found in the account books at Fu'an Hall.