Xing was in her room in the Scarlet Wolf and was brewing tea for Chenglei. He was still sleeping in her bed. The little window in the side let in some sunlight that fell perfectly on his face brightening up.
These days through the travel, they've been sleeping together and even though Xing didn't get the details about the woman he is going to marry, she decided to live cherishing the present.
Xing had a slight doubt in her heart that maybe, just maybe she is the bride. Even then or now, he wouldn't be the kind of man who'd casually sleep around with women, right?
But there was this another voice in her head that said that who in their right mind would marry a woman who cannot contribute in bringing the next generation.
Also if he wanted to marry her, he'd have told her first right?
Xing looked at Chenglei sleeping peacefully and he looked like the little boy who used to stay in her house. He used to get sick a lot in those days and would sleep deeply back then too.