Yue Hongling blinked at Zhao Changhe’s self-assured statement and asked, “What does hubby mean? Is it like husband?”0

“Mm-hm, my heroine is quite perceptive.”0

“How are you my husband? When did we get married?”0

“Eh? After everything we’ve been through? I mean, look at us now.”0

“Still, we’re not married, little brother.” Yue Hongling teased, lazily tracing circles on his chest. “Your big sister is a wanderer of the jianghu and just gets lonely sometimes. I found you pleasing to the eye, and we had a passionate night. You got lucky, so just be happy with it. Don’t overthink things.”0

Zhao Changhe could not help but laugh. “Looks like your wounds have healed a bit, huh? Feeling tough now that you’ve pulled your pants back up?”0

Yue Hongling gave the faintest of pouts, half-serious and half-playful.0

Initially, she had indeed thought of it as just “a night of passion.” A woman wandering the world did not really have the heart to settle down. When feelings ignited in the frontier, she just went with it. Why would she have to hold herself back? Once it was over, she could move on without attachments, or so she thought.0

But the ripples in her heart just now did not...0