However, before he could complete his action, Xiao Lingqiu suddenly nestled into his embrace.
Familiar and docile, like a tiny kitten.
Jiang Shouzhong's body stiffened slightly.
The woman's damp, fragrant hair clung to the man's bare chest, ice-cold to the touch.
Jiang Shouzhong was momentarily lost in thought, then gently embraced her.
"Don't touch me."
A moment later, the woman's firm warning echoed.
Jiang Shouzhong touched his nose awkwardly and had no choice but to withdraw his hands.
Xiao Lingqiu snuggled closer into his chest, her warm breath tickling his skin. Soft and tingling, she whispered, "Jiang Mo, I don't like you at all. Truly."
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The capital of Dazhou was still plagued by the calamity of warfare.
Though Crown Prince Zhou Yin's elite troops repeatedly launched relentless offensives on the city, with fires raging and arrows raining down like a storm, the newly enthroned Emperor Zhou Kang was no fool.
