The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

"Are you done yet!?" Lu Qing stomped on the ground, and in the next moment, Yu Mingchuan's legs caught hold of him.

"Does Madam not know the meaning of 'suffering in the spring'?" Yu Mingchuan stuck to him again.

"Yu Mingchuan, let's make another deal. If you don't touch me tonight, not only will I help you make salt, I'll also teach you how to make salt. How about it?"

With both hands in front of her, Lu Qingqiang forced herself to stop sticking to his body.

"Alright."

Lu Qing was stunned. Was this guy that easy to talk to?

He had agreed to both of her conditions straightforwardly, feeling that something was wrong, yet unable to find anything.

"Your clothes are wet, and you'll sleep here tonight. I won't do anything to you, you know, I'm not a woman."

The last four words were bit heavy, and this time, Yu Mingchuan was even with Lu Qing. His pretty eyes were clear and bright.

Lu Qing was stunned. He had just been tormented for a long time, and this guy really didn't have any special reaction. It seemed like the rumors were true?

After a few days of travel and a night of intense mental stress, Lu Qing was actually extremely exhausted. He originally wanted to take a good rest at Jade Gate Pass, but who would've thought that he would have to serve this monster.

Despite her current wariness, her eyelids began to twitch. In any case, the conditions had already been agreed upon. No matter what, he wouldn't die. Who cares, he would sleep.

Lu Qing stared at Yu Mingchuan with a warning gaze, pulled over the blanket and fell asleep.

It was unknown when she started to gently pat him, just like when she coaxed Han Shuo to sleep. Soon, sleep came upon him, and Lu Qing fell asleep in a daze.

Yu Mingchuan raised his body and looked at the beautiful sleeping face before him. The smile on his face grew wider and wider, and the hand that had been patting Lu Qing's back moved onto her face.

His facial features were delicate and elegant, especially his eyebrows. They were long and beautiful, very similar to his, but not that thick. Thus, the first one to rub that hand was those two long eyebrows.

Then to her straight nose and her moist red lips, Yu Mingchuan moved closer to her. After staring for a while, he sighed and lay down on his back.

After a long time, Yu Mingchuan also closed his eyes. However, an arm still lightly passed through Lu Qing's neck and wrapped around her.

The sun rose, the sun set the habit, so that Lu Qing promptly woke up at dawn.

Feeling the springy sensation under his head, the air of a man overflowing from his nose, and the firm muscles beneath his legs, Lu Qing really wanted to slap himself to death.

The so-called poor sleeping state wasn't because of Yu Mingchuan's poor sleeping state. It was because of her!

It was unknown when she had gotten into Yu Mingchuan's embrace. She had even rested her head on his arm, her mouth almost reaching his armpit. Luckily, he didn't stink like a fox …

What was even more terrifying was that her legs were wrapped around Yu Mingchuan's waist, practically …

Shame, shame!

Lu Qing rolled to the innermost part of the bed and stuck to the cold earthen wall, trying to keep himself awake.

She had underestimated Yu Mingchuan's height. The moment she stuck to the wall, an arm wrapped around her waist. With a long grasp of her fingers, she was pulled back, continuing to live in the water.

"It's cold, don't catch a cold."

"No, no, no, dawn, I want to get up and go to the salt marsh!"

Lu Qing quickly ran out from under the warm blanket and shivered. Just as he was looking for her clothes, he saw Yu Mingchuan take out a man's set of cotton clothes from the box on the bed.

"This is for you. Let's see if it fits."

Lu Qing was stunned. Why would she prepare clothes for her here? Everything had been wrong since he wore this soft linen robe last night.

What did Yu Mingchuan mean?

With another shudder, Luqing rushed over to grab the cotton jacket and began to put it on.

Just as he took off his linen robe, he saw Yu Mingchuan leaning against the headboard, squinting his beautiful eyes and 'admiring' the 'beautiful scenery' in front of him with great interest.